The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1914-06-23

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1t Topped wildly. Dorothy jumped
back. Her foot slipped on the muddy
bank and she fell into the arms of the
shabby fisherman whose pipe went tG
destruction on the stones below.
Not hurt, hope?" said the fisher
man not unkindly for the brief In
slant Dorothy had lain in his arms
had kindled an unquenchable spark
IN his breast. There was a strange
light In his eyes, and Dorothys cheeks
were like twin roses as he quickly re-
leased her.
No. am not hurt" began Dorothy
strongly inclined to cry because of
her varied feelings; at that instant
her eyes lighted on the great pistol
which had fallen unheeded from her
| blouse.
The strange fisherman spied it at
the same instant
is that yours 2" he asked.
"Yes-at least it's Martha's-
brought 1t along for protection" said
Dorothy with what dignity she could
summon
He actually picked 1t up and did
not smile as he restored the ancient
weapon to her.
| I hope you will have no occasion
to use It," he said, and Dorothy loved
him at once because the smile that
twitched his lips never materialized.
She took the pistol and held it
| rather DIN prnrIu
you will put the fish back before 1t
dies?" she asked almost pleadingly.
Yes, will go. If you desire it; and
| will put the fish back into the
stream but you don't know Antonio;
ne can swear in three languages The
youth grasped the trout and deity
whisked him into the brook where he
struggled for a moment before sink.
ing slowly down with gently moving
fins until he was out of sight In the
dark pool
"There!" breathed Dorothy with re-
lief. Thank you 30 much.A
The young man looked at her hest
tatingly ; then. as If arriving at some
| decision he picked up his rod and
empty reel and made as If to leave
the spot
Il wonder why you think 1 should
leave my own property" he said with
whimsical smile.
Your own property" echoed Doro-
thy. Why this is part of Miss Fenn's
place"
He shook his head in dissent Par
don me, but you are mistaken. This
is the Whitaker land-you see Miss
Fenn's property is divided from ours
by that brushwood hedge on the other
side of the brook" He pointed back
along the way she had come. But on
this side of the brook the dividing
line is that stone post half covered
with cat-brier, and you evidently
crossed the boundary on to our land
without knowing it"
Dorothy was rosy with mortifica-
ton. Then l am a trespasser, not
you'll" she cried ruefully.
Never a trespasser on Whitaker
land" he smiled calamity.
Thank you-and the f1sh-why, it
was your own!"
Never mind expect he's thank
ing you for his life"
"And your horrid Antonio who
swears in three languages?"
He laughed gaily.
ooh, there are other cooks Il An
tonic leaves me, but there are not
many-pleasant adventures"
Il must go now" said Dorothy has
tily. Il hear the luncheon bell"
eff you are stopping with Miss Fem
we may meet again. said the youth
eagerly. Il am John Whitaker and
Miss Priscilla and l used to be great
pals. She always kept pot of ginger
cookies for me-but have been away
from the old place for many years,
and she probably has forgotten me-"
81 don't believe SO, for know the
cookie pot is always filled-and you
better come and see. anyway" said
Dorothy over her shoulder
Thank you. l WILL" he said, and
after she had gone he stared at the
spot where she had disappeared for a
long time.
81 believe I'll call on Miss Priscilla
this evening" he unused. 81 feel an
appetite for ginger cookies"
Copyright, 1913. by the Mcclure News
paper Syndicate.)