The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1914-08-11
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M|XED-UP ROMANCE
BY DONALD ALLEN.


I'D give 800 to see him."
You are little goose!"
He must be handsome and gal
liant"
Hes low-browed criminal"
Il hope they won't catch him."
I'D ike to be the one to shoot him
down."
IF they arrest him. I'll help him to
escaped"
Look here, young lady, you don't
want to make an idiot of yourself over
this thing! You can climb rope lad
ders, play ghost and scare the cook
into fits, but you stop there There
won't be anything in being arrested. ="
It's for father TO talk to me-"
TITS for me, and / am talking"
There was Mr. Dalzelle, widower;
there was his son, Bob, twenty years
old; there was Aunt Phyllis at the
head of the house; there was Kitty.
aged eighteen, and there was the
cook
| Brother and sister were having
breakfast together when the above
conversation took place. AS rule,
brothers pay little attention to their
sisters, but Bob had taken 1t upon
himself to begin to boss when he was
seven years old
Another country Raffles had broken
loose, and was plundering the county
residences for miles around. He had
not reached the Dalzelle place yet,
but in time he must, and Bob bought
revolver and carefully loaded 1t and
placed 1t under his pillow and then
slept so soundly that Mr.. Rafaes or
any other gentlemanly burglar could
have stolen the chimneys of the
/ house.
The cook moved her bed and bureau
against her door every night, and
slept with her mouth open and ready
to scream.
Aunt Phyllis had four extra bolts
put on her door. and never neglected
her prayers.
Mr. Dalzelle hid the sugar tongs in
vase and went TO bed feeling that
1t was rather mean to serve Raffies
such trick.
1t was Miss Kitty who made hero
of the despoiler. and the newspapers
were a good deal to blame for that.
They said he must be a gentleman
and a college graduate; they said he
was handsome and debonair; they said
he carefully avoided houses where
there was illness, cor humanftys
sake The girl was appealed 10. It
was romantic 1t wasn't butter az Is
cents pound, and short weight 81
that, but It was young man OF birth
and breeding driven 60 burglary 70
get food for his starving mothef, or
something Of the sort.
Miss Kitty sympathized with him
and admired him.
If Raff1es would only call during the
daytime and relate his sad story she
would cheerfully give him sil the
change in her savings bank and try
and get him clerkship In q grocery
IN the nearest village. She sat for
hours on the veranda. but he didn't
appear. She lay awake half the
night, but he had business elsewhere.
On the night preceding the CONVEX
sation at the breakfast tabAe. Mr Rat
f1es had piundered house half Q mile
away, and in most charming way
had begged an old maids pardon for
having found her asleep with her hair
In curl papers. This was the cap
sheaf of romance.
If Miss Kitty were to go down and
sit on the bridge would the knightly
robber appear?
woods would her Robin Hood be
theref
II don't care a snap what Bob
says!" she exclaimed at her other self
in her mirror. IF there is any way
l can help Mr.. Rallies to escape the
police and then reform and be good,
I'm going to do It."
Half an hour later the cook told
her that as many as twenty officers
had Raffies surrounded In an old barn
about mile away. and the fellow was
sure to be captured.
HE needs help and he shall have
It'll" said the girl to herself: and ten
minutes later she was speeding away
in her runabout.
There were half dozen men around
an old barn, but there was no Raj
fes there. II he had been there he
had vanished. When Miss Kitty was
told this her face lighted up with
such relief that after she had passed
on one of the officers asked:
And who In the devil Ia thate'
THE Dalzelle GIRL" was answered.
rs she related to Rafi1esf"
Don't think 30"
But she seems mighty we'll pleased
that he has outwitted Us again"
"Oh, that's the girl of It."
Miss Kitty sped on rejoicing Rat
fes was still free. They might have
run him 30 far that he wouldn't re-
turn, and the thought brought dfsap-
pointment One can't ruminate very
we'll In driving an auto or a runabout,
and after going three miles she turned
in to an old and abandoned house TO
sit on the broken steps and ponder
and wonder Poor Raf1es! He had
tried to burgle as gently as he could.
and when an inmate Of the house
awoke and shouted to know what he
was doing there, he had gone right
away without stopping to argue the
matter. It was true that be took
money and jewels, but 1t was also true
that If he found the baby about TO fan
out Of bed In IT'S sleep ne tenderfy re-
placed IT In safe position
A sound like a sneeze tn the on
house.
The girl whirled and glanced over
her shoulder. There was yawnins va
caucy where the door had once hung,
but there was nothing she could see
in the room.
Her father was an insurance man
and employed clerks. Why not give
Raf1es a position there until he could
better himself She would speak to
him that very evening Mr.. Rafies
would have to change his name ana
stop running out nightA but there
was no doubt that he'd 6heerfulfy
make the sacrifice
4 yawn from the oid Aopae&
Mercy. what was tha1s
The girl arose and started TO move
off, but bethought her Of tramps end
sat down again. She had no fear Of
the wayfarers By daylight One OF
them had turned in there the night be-
fore, but he might not even wake up
II brother Bob knew that she had