The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1914-10-27
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SCOLDING BY PROXY
BY JOHN KENT.

Mrs. Belman and her daughter ex-
changed glances after the doctor had
left the house.
Daisy was the first to speak.
Now mother, dear, don't you worry
about the medicine l know we can
afford IT."
Dear. how can we?" interrupted the
delicate little woman on the sofa. DIR.
Witherbee admits it's very expensive
treatment, but he is positive that 1t
will relieve my trouble SO that | shall
really be of use In the world again
"As II you were not the greatest use
in the world to me-just as you are
there on the sofa? What would ! do
without you to come home to at
night?" asked the girl passionately.
Mother. I've thought of the loveliest
plan to raise the money-and you are
not to ask word about it. and don't
worry!"
Mrs. Belman raised herself to sit
ting posture and Daisy put another
pillow behind her.
Let me tell you something, dear.
and 1t may save you trouble and some
modification. Don't go to your IA
theirs half-brother about it-Anthony
bears an old grudge and would not
help me If l was dying" A pink flush
came and went in her thin cheek.
"Mother!" gasped Daisy Daisy 8
one hope had been Anthony Bush, rich
and childless. why did he hate you
so? whispered the girl after awhile.
Because l married your father
stead of him." said Mrs. Belman
quietly.
oh! And he holds revenge after
all these years? How contemplate
he must bel"
He Is a hard man."
Never mind, dear, will get the
medicine, somehow. l can get the
first prescription filed tonight-the
powders"
Very well. AS soon as you return
we will go to bed-you must be very
tired"
The next day Daisy Belman went to
refreshed by night of sleepless toss
ing.
How to get the money needed for
her mothers medicine puzzled her
There was not relative to call upon
no money in the bank since her IA
theirs sudden death year ago. and
no valuables which she could pawn to
gain the necessary amount. Daisy was
the sole support of her mother and
their tiny fiat was the best that she
could afford.
Il will come home with the medicine
tonight, mother" Daisy had promised
All day long that promise haunted
Daisy. She had promised her mother
how could she fulfil that promise?
On the way home she decided to ap.
peal to Uncle Anthony. What If he did
snub her? It was for her mothers
sake. She could bear anything for
| her.
Mr.. Anthony. Bush sat in his private
| Office frowning at the calendar which
| glaringly spaced of the remaining
months Of the year. Anthony Bush
was soured at the world-he had
frowned at 1t for 30 many years that
he had forgotten how to smile
His expression did not change when
Daisy came timidly in, having been
preceded by her card.
Anthony Bush did not arise at her
entrance, nor did he even deign to
turn his head in her direction.
"Wellf" he barked out.
Uncle Anthony" began Daisy trem
glingly, mother Is very III and need
felp-Pll pay 1t back to you, every
penny. if you"
Save your BREATH" snarled An
thony, rudely. Your mother came tc
me for help year ago-I told hel
then that If she had married me, all OF
my money would have been at her dis
posal AS it is, she chose the spend
thrift-and must abide by the conse
| Quences."
Daisy said not word. She vanished
from the room and never caught her
breath until she had reached the lower
corridor of the big Office building
How / hate him!" she cried passion
ately. II wish l had told him So
will now!" She stepped into an empty
telephone booth. picked up the direc
tory. and with eyes blurred with tears
sought and found the name of Anthony
| Bush.
At the same time Daisy Belman wae
telephoning to her Uncle Anthony, the
telephone bell tangled In a pleasant
studio. not far from Washington
4 square.
| At the sound a big young man
reused himself from a deep chair and
picked up the receiver.
This is Anthony Bush" he said
pleasantly.
A girls sweet. indignant voice came
| to his astonished ears.
Uncle Anthony, this is Daisy Bel
man. / have Just reached the lower
floor of the building after my hateful
4 interview with you. want you to
understand that l never would have
asked help from you for myself, but
the thought of my dear mother suffer
| ing, perhaps dying, for lack of neces-
sary remedies, drove me to pocket my
| pride and appeal to you. You refused
and want to tell ysu that think you
are the most cruel. heartless, de
testable, selfish old man In the world
I'm glad mother didn't marry you In.
stead of father don't wonder why
she refused you. You're perfect bear
-aad l hate you, there!"
The connection broke suddenly as a
receiver clicked at the other end OF
the wire.
Anthony Bush, the landscape paint
er. was left staring foolishly into the
mouthpiece of his telephone.
well. I'll be hanged" he muttered
as he returned to his chair. That's
the worst blowing up ever had-and
by Jove, it wasn't meant for me, after
all! Tough luck that Uncle Anatomy
whoever 1t is. didn't get it right in his
earA / expect he deserves it. Any ole
codger-she called him old-who could
SO anger a pretty GIRL know she's
pretty-deserves a good rip" He
picked up the telephone directory anC
ran his finger down the column. Mex
to his own name was that of another
Anthony Bush-a broker in the Woolll
building.
That's the old duffer,' he said, no
ting the number. I've heard of him
rich as can be. Let me see. didn't Do
Peterkin tell me that he asked oil
Anthony one day If he was related tt
his namesake, Anthony Bush. the land
scape painter? He did. and Do
thought 1t great joke because tn,
old man Rnarled that he'd rather CLAIM