The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1915-12-28

wicked whip lash. My daughters
horse, sir, but we've got to part with
him! 1t is the price of her mothers
life. An operation or death, the doc
tor says, and they won't move with
out the money in advance"
I'll take Snowfoot," announced Ell.
ston quietly.
An expression of relief, gratitude,
Joy crossed the face of Robert Young
as the crisp bank notes were counted
into his trembling hand. His tears
fell upon them. He tried to thank FL
ston, just managed to ask his name
and hurried away as though a new
hope in life was giving him wings.
"A girl for your owner, eh?' chat
tered Elston lightly to Snowfoot.
Then well treat you gently, my
friend" and Snowfoot seemed to ac-
cept the words as guaranty of good
faith and went along the road giving
Elston no trouble.
At cross path, however, his steps
grew halt. He extended his face down
its shaded length. Snowfoot was say
ing farewell to old familiar scenes!
"Off his feed" the hostler at the
Elston place told its master the next
day
'Of himself" was the report next
day.
Snowfoot had pressed out one end of
the stable, too intelligent to arouse
suspicion by kicking his way out. A
search in the neighborhood revealed
no trace of the missing animal.
"Snowfoot got homesick and has
gone to his young Mistress" decided
Elston naturally.
Then he shrugged his shoulders
lightly. Snowfoot was his property,
acquired by legal purchase, but FL
ston's fancy was pleased to imagine
the delight of this unknown Miss
Young over the return of her cher
ished pet.
you need search no further he
told the hostler. Il think l know
where to find the animal"
His impulse was strong to allow
Miss Young to retain possession of
Snowfoot, but sentiment kept this un-
known young lady in his mind all the
morning. What was she like? What
would her action be when she rea-
soned out that Snowfoot was tru-
ant?
Elston tried to deceive himself with
the idea that he was going to simply
take spin down the river road in the
pony phaeton. while in reality he had
the town in view fifteen miles distant
where he had purchased Snowfoot.
He knew that Mr. Young lived some
where in its vicinity.
Just as he was starting out, his only
relative in the world, little Artie, his
brother, ran out and insisted on join
ing him. The tiny lad was the idol
of Elston's soul.
Jump in,' he ordered and the eager
Juvenile was promptly at his side.
Just where the road turned the wife
of a man who had been doing some
work at the Elston place hailed its
master. She explained that her hus-
band had sustained bad fall, was in
bed and would be glad to have word
with him.
Elston went into the house. leaving
little Artie in the phaeton, with a
warning to hold the lines steady.
Five minutes later when he came
out of the house, Elston uttered cry
of alarm and broke into a run. He
saw the phaeton three hundred yards
away, just ascending the incline that
led to the old condemned wooden
bridge. Little hrtie was Juggling at
the lines vigorously. but the pony re-
fused to halt or turn
Then suddenly a quick gasp of
alarm parted Elston's lips. The pony
had gained the bridge. He saw the
animals front hoofs sink through a
rotten plank, the phaeton turn over
on it's side 1t spilled out the merry
little driver. With groan of agony
Elston saw his brother go shooting
through break in the planking TWEEN
ty feet down into the water below.
1t was steep descent at the banks
near to the bridge, but down the in
cline Elston flew, rather than sped.
Then he lost his footing. his head
struck shelf Of slate, and, with one
lost view Of Artie being borne swiftly