The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-06-24

A great city. There is noise In the
streets, over the streets, under the
streets. A whirling mass of human be-
ings In the morning rolls down from
the north ike the ebbing tide and flows
up again in the evening. And all night
the whirl goes on, but different whirl.
There Is a glow Of electric lights; the
streets are full now not of workers, but
of pleasure seekers. They pour into
the theaters, into the hotels, into the
restaurant And then they pour out
again.
Captives in the cage Of the city jail,
men moved about like bees in some
mammoth hive, and not unlike the
buzzing of bees came the continual
hum of their low voiced conversation.
Here rough faced men passed the anx-
ious hours, engaged boisterously In a
game of cards. while over there others
sat lost in deep brooding detection.
One figure alone seemed to stand
apart, different from them ALL This
difference might have been accounted
for by the jaunty suit and cap and
the high white collar which the young
man wore; but, after ALL it was GER
tain infectious light Of good humor
In the boyish blue eyes, an irrespon-
sible air OF happiness, which distin-
guished Peter Olaf from his compan-
ions in crime. Once again he walked
the length of the long room, keeping
time to his step by subdued though
merry whistle; then he paused socially
at the side of prisoner who glowered
up at him. Peter spoke with soft
foreign accent.
THAT makes twelve times around"
he said The man addressed lumber
ed to his feet, joining the youth In his
walk.
"What chu here for" he growled.
The boyish blue eyes widened, while
a dull red crept to the blond hair on
Peters forehead "Bigamy," he an
nounced briefly. The elder man stood
still with a muttered exclamation
"Bigamy," he repeated, and exclaim-
ed again" bigamy, a kid like you?
What chu do 1t for?"
Peter Olaf shook his head. 81 didn't
mean to-" he said slowly. I'll don't
know.
ut just happened. Far away in Rus
STA was Mari. Before l came to this
new country Mari and were mar
ried.
"Some day would send her money;
then she must come to me- So / told
her we would be rich here and happy
And Mari was glad At first wrote
to her long letters, and them Peter
stopped abruptly. When he spoke
again his tone was harder, more con-
strained.
"Well, in the house where 1 board
ed lived Blanca. / was lonely here In
the strange country-oh, very, very
lonely.
Blanca was most kind and beautiful,
Together we went to many places
out upon the ferryboats in the moon
light, down to the sands Of the sea-
And Mari seemed to fade away so far
l could scarce remember her face. 1t
grew dim like a dream one has almost
forgot
"And so l did not send to Mari
the money. May not one have a new
wife in a new country when one shall
never return to the old? Blanca also
had lover who would have married
her.
''This she told me-" The boy pass
ed his hand across his forehead. $50
what could / do?" he asked could
lose Bianca?" And then that very
day when we were married Mari
comes along to this country. Alone
she had worked and saved, and now
she Is here.
"And Mari asks them to find me
for her-the officials-and when they
find me | am married again. So you
see it is bigamy. That is what they
tell me, and | must be held for trial"
The boy clutched the prisoners sleeve
fearfully. What will they do with
meP'' he cried
The hardened man. whose own crime
".
disgustedly into the frightened face
do with you" he answered fiercely
-"do with you? | don't know, but
hope they will lock you up. ] hope
they make you work as she never
thought of working-that little Russian
thing you deserted Chances are they
won't do it, though. That innocent.
baby face of yours will carry you
through You'll only be deported'
"DeportedY questioned the boy ed
gerly The man turned on his heel.
YES" he answered gruffiy -"sent
back where your kind belong"
Peter Olaf stood considering. He
seemed to see again the little village
that had been his home. the tiny school
house where he and Mari had gone SO
many years together Then across his
memory flashed picture of Blanca
Blanca of the crimson lips and laugh
ing eyes. The great oaken doors just
beyond the heavy screen opened now
and closed with much grating of locks.
AS through a mist he saw the figures of
an officer and a girl.
"Forty rang out the officers
voice. and the girls slender figure came
waveringly. indistinctly, toward him. |
A moment she stood. her white face
pressed close against the yelling wires. |
her dark eyes shining golden black in
the reflected light. Then with a JOY