The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-09-16

engaged, and the part that he had
played that morning, instead of being
as 1t was. a rehearsal, had shattered
his nerves when it brought him the
realization of the ordeal which he was
shortly to undergo. He was fidgettine
nervously with his watch.
We'll. We'll make the 1:14 with ten
minutes to spare" he said.
The 1:14l" exclaimed Cynthia In
horror. why, it is the 1904, Char
lie!"
Charlie had misread the timetable
And the next through train would not
leave until night. John bawled to the
driver to whip up his horses, and the
vehicle dashed into the station with
two minutes to spare. :
Charlie was fumbling nervously in
his pockets, and his face was the color
OF chalk.
II can't find the tickets" he STAN.
mered.
Then I'll get some more, you
chump." yelled John, and made dash
for the ticket Office. Happily there
were no purchasers there, and it was
only the matter of moment to pro-
cure two more tickets and a drawing.
room section. At the door of the wait.
ing room he encountered Charlie, wan.
dering aimlessly about and looking for
him. Outside he saw Cynthia's brown
hat and veil. John brushed Charlie
aside and ran toward Cynthia, who
was just getting aboard the train. He
swept past the porter and followed her
into the drawing-room section, turned
round, and slammed the door.
We'll, thank God we pulled that
off, dearestl" he exclaimed and a
scream awakened him to reality. The
woman in the section was not Cynthia
at all. The train was moving. too.
and just as John looked at the strange
girl in amazement and CONSERVATION
the carriage rolled past Charlie upon
the platform. waving two tickets in
his hand and shouting furiously.
No, this girl did not In the least re-
semble Cynthia. except for the brown
hat and veil and a certain similarity
of gait and figure. Cynthia was a
blonde and this girl was a decisive
brunette. Cynthia's hair was gold and
this girls was black. Cynthia was
slim and "willowy," and this girl was
decidedly-well, plump.
What are you doing here?" she
cried in terror. which Johns flushed
face and dishevelled appearance Ger
tainly warranted. Help! Help!"
The door was burst open and a man
came in. He was at least three inches
taller than John, and athletically in
clined. If one might judge from the
bullying muscles about his chest and
arms. He strobe between John and
the girl.
Who is this fellow? Has he been
molesting you. dear?" he demanded.
He called me dearest" said the
girl, beginning to look fearful.
The man turned to John.
Unless you can explain your pres
ence here satisfactorily within one
minute" he said, 81 shall first give
you the thrashing of your life and
then hand you over to the conductor"
I'm perfectly willing to explain my
presence here, SIR" answered John
hotly, but first l must find my wife.
She is aboard this train. God help US
If she isn't" A happy thought struck
him. Help me to find her." he said,
''and then we'll have the explana-
tions."
I'm willing to give you every op-
portunity." answered the other. Sup
pose you let me see the number of
that ticket in your hand" He took
1t from John. e. T." he said. This
is q. 8. According to that ticket your
wife ought to be in the next compart-
ment"
He flung the door open and called
the conductor rs there a lady In
q. ~" he asked
mo. Sah," answered the man, grin
ming n Is vacant. sah."
But let me explain" cried John,
thoroughly mortified. 81 only bought
that ticket five minutes ago. OF
course e. is empty. They wouldn't
have sold the section to me IL 1t hadn't