The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1915-03-16
RIGHT IN same PLACE
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BY R. K. THOMPSON.

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| Locked out!
| At midnight!
In this predicament Mr.. Googe
found himself after a search, carried
on as he stood In front of his dark
ened and deserted residence, for his
keys. which were nowhere upon his
| person.
Even in the instant OF discovery
that they were missing. he knew where
they were.
By the mockery Of fate. the keys
were even now safely reposing in the
pocket of the trousers he had changed
from that morning In his
bedroom closet, inside the house be-
fore which he stood helpless to en-
ter.
Mr.. Googe's family were away for
the summer. The servants. too
every one-so he was in nice fixl
Without enough cash in his peck
ct to pay for nights lodging In
decent hotel And without the physi-
cal ability to endure a night spent
on park benchi
He must get into the house without
his keys, some way-somehow.
Every window was impossible,
from the ground up. The Easements
were protected by shields Of iron
wire. Those on the first floor, near
the top Of the stoop, were locked. He
knew, for he had locked them.
Only the breaking of pane would
permit his entrance here And Mr..
Googe disliked to think Of smashing
one Of those eighteen-doIiar panes OF
plate glass.
Suddenly he started, under the in
spirational slap on the back OF his
mind by an idea.
Mr.. Googe had remembered that
the lock on kitchen window at the
rear of the house was broken.
| If he could surmount the high board
fence which walled In his lot from
the sidewalk, go through the vacant
ground, climb over his backyard
fence, and literally bump into the wall
of his kitchen, he could open the
window with the providential lock Of
disrepair.
In the excess Of his impatience at
the obstacle of the impassive. wooden
barrier in his path to his comfortable
bed. Mr.. Googe lifted his foot and
kicked 1t viciously in the Stats.
Whereupon. to his wide-eyed sur
prise, a strip Of board fell away, q
yard above the spot where the blow
of his foot struck, forming most
excellent open step in the hitherto
unassailable waIl.
Two minutes later, at the cost Of
all his vest-buttons. the mangling Of
every cigar in his pockets, the bark
ing of one shin, the instantaneous
growth of two water-blisters in his
palms, and the loss Of all his wind,
the red-faced, disheveled, painting and
putting gentleman attained the top Of
the fence.
For a precarious moment he hud-
died there-slipped-an fell on all
fours in the rank weeds inside the
| vacant lot!
Instantly he rose and. brushing
what mud and clinging burs from
his now dilapidated clothes that he
could, he tramped over tin cans and
coal-ashes, through the Stygian black
ness of the lot, In the direction he
thought would lead him to his own
back yard.
And then, finding the window with
the broken lock, he lifted the sash
and-was at last In his home
Fifteen minutes later, his strength
partially recuperated after much
needed rest, he remembered some
thing.
1t was letter from his family.
which he had been expecting for two
or three days.
Had it come? he wondered. II he
hadn't been worried over not hearing
from his wife and grown children for
forty-eight hours, it is doubtful IL Mr..
Googe would have been stirred to
make the effort just then of going
down to the basement mail-box to
look for it.
But he did go downstairs.
And there. through the peep-hole in
the letter-box fastened to the outside
of the grille-work basement door
which he opened. he saw that the let
ter was there.
Reaching down into the vestibule
of the doorway, he took down the key.
With it in his hand, he stepped out
into the areaway to unfasten the box.
The door, under the pressure Of the
key in the lock of the letter-box on
its front, closed, the spring-lock catch
ing-locking him out again as effectu-
ally as before!
There was nothing to do but repeat
his acrobatic entrance of the house!
He was still without his keys There
remained only that kitchen window
with the faulty lock as means OF
getting into the dwelling. Between
him and that window was the obstacle
Of the lots fence. the Uttered ground
itself, and the backyard board wall
With a weary sigh, Mr.. Googe
again tackled the first Of these bar
riers that seemed. to his exhausted
senses, forever erected to keep him
out of his bed.
After what appeared an eternity Of
struggling, he finally fell over the
high fence once more.
He hurried through the empty lot.
He threw himself over the lower par
tition separating it from his back
yard
To land half in, half out, of the
arms of a protective officer who was
waiting for him.
!; Tenderly this private guardian OF
private houses, whose particular
beat" covered the block of residences
of which Mr.. Googe's was one. gath
cred the collapsing form of that gen
tieman up against the metal shield
on the broad chest Of his gray uni
form.
Got ye, me daddy buck!" he ex
claimed triumphantly.
"Le-leggo mel" gasped Mr. Googe
fighting for breath In the bearlik'
, embrace of his unexpected captor.
That I'll not" responded the othel
promptly. I've caught yez. me buckle
an fine burglar ye are. Ye won
git away from me-"
You're an idiot" shouted Mr.
Googe. Lego of me this minute
Bryant"
t Don't try to blur me wit yer Bry
| ants at ALL" said the officer.
He pushed him away at arms
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