The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1912-03-19

REMOVE THE CLOUD THAT RESTS BE.
TWEEN U.s."
Mrs. Hughes, terror stricken, hid be
meath the covers. Then, remembering
that the police would soon be with her
she gained courage, but only enough
to peep in order to see vet not to be
seen. A man was looking about him
with a puzzled expression. He was moi
the conventional burglar at all, but in
evening dress. with a chrysanthemum
In his buttonhole.
Then was the young widow paralyzed
with establishment. In the gentlemanly
burglar she recognized Mr.. Hooking
An explanation flashed upon her al
once. He had not accompanied her
home from the theater party. but had
shown that attention to a lady who
was either her rival or whom Mr. Hook
ing had been attempting to lead her to
think was her rival. Coming home
later than Mrs. Hughes, he had en-
tered her house instead of his own un
Intentionally.
Mrs. Hughes partly uncovered her
face, but not sufficiently to be recog
nized Besides, she was in a dimly
lighted corner. Mr.. Hooking, who had
by this time become aware that he was
not at home, seeing some one in bed he
had not expected to find, exclaimed
BEG pardonr' and beat hasty re-
treat.
The next scene in this little comedy
Ii Mrs. Hughes in a dressing gown
standing at the partly open door talk
ing to policeman.
1--WE got him, ma'am," said the cop
Hes one O. them fellers who goes
around dressed like a gentleman, so
that If they stumble on any of the
household they can pertend to have
made mistake"
"Oh," said Mrs Hughes, what are
you going to do with himr'
Hes gone already to the station
ma'am. You'll have to go to court in
the morning to testify against him"
TT"
Eyes. ma'am. You saw him, didn't
your
Emo"
81 thought you said he came into
your room and turned on the light"
did I say thatT'
Eyes, ma'am."
where will he sleep tonightT
"If he can't furnish bail it'll be in
CELL"
Mrs. Hughes did not doubt that the
prisoner could furnish BAIL At any
rate, he was quite well to do.
81 hope you'll appear against him.
1t don't do to let these rascals go I'M
punished Good night, ma'am."
The policeman withdrew, the house
was locked up, the lights put out, and
Mrs. Hughes went back to bed.
Mr.. Hooking, having returned from
the theater party, had put his night
KEY into the lock of the front door, to
find it would not work. He turned
the knob and was surprised that the
door had not been locked. Thinking
of the scolding he would give the serv.
ants in the morning for their careless
| ness, he hung up his coat and hat and
went upstairs to his room, as he sup
posed, but really to the adventure
that has been described. On beating
retreat he ran out the front door into
the arms of a policeman. An ex-
PLANTATION followed that was not ac-
cepted Mr. Hooking was run in and
told his story to the sergeant. The
sergeant had no authority to release
him, but let him go for the night on
his own bail bond.
The next time Mrs. Hughes met Mi.
Hooking on the street She gave him
the dead cut. This threw the gentle
man, to speak in sailors lingo, ION his
beam ends His heart sank into his
boots. Mrs. Hughes cut plainly In
dicatad that she had been In the room