The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1916-04-18


money. At glance she noted that he
was manifestly superior to the or
binary run of itinerant work seekers.
Madam" he spoke. rs he moved
towards the door, pardon me, but is
1t in the house just east of here where
the Bells live?"
EYES," replied the woman, wonder
ingly. why do you ask?"
Il overheard you speak of their
troubles" replied Hector, and | feel
sorry for them, as you do. I was
! thinking there is good deal of snow
around the place and If you would not
mind loaning me your shovel would
be glad to clean OF their snow
II don't think they feel able to pay
any money at present" began the
woman, but Hector interrupted her
with the declaration.
ooh, wouldn't think of charging
themi"
why, you-you good mani" cried
the impulsive housewife. Loan you
the shovel? Yes, indeed declared"
Many times thereafter the warm
hearted lady went to the window and
glanced out admifingly at the active
young fellow cleaning of the snow
next door. Hector Invested the walks
of their mantle of white. Then he
observed where clothesline ran crisis
cross, spanning the yard from the
house to the fence. He must have
been q thoughtful man, for the sug-
gestion that anybody hanging up
clothes would welcome a clear path
started him at this finishing touch of
his work.
Suddenly he paused in his labor
Then he stopped and then he thrilled.
Cast up with the snow was fiat, long
wallet. In flash he guessed out the
mighty fact: 1t was the stolen wallet!
Was the money still in it? He looked
to see. He placed it in his pocket
and stood meditating.
1t took but a flashing moment to
surmise the truth. Doubtlessly, he
reasoned, the wounded burglar had
dropped it amid his pain and eager
ness to escape. 1t was showing heavi-
ly at the time and the wallet had lain
secreted under it's fleecy covering un-,
til now.
Hector Greene walked towards the
house. A door opened. He stood riv-
eted at the sight of the sweetest face
he had ever looked into.
Il just noticed you," spoke Madge
Bell. I've" and she flushed and
stammered. Il fear we cannot offer
you money. but If you would like
breakfast with us"
Il do not like to intrude," replied
Hector.
you are very welcome" came the;
earnest response, and Hector kicked
the snow from his feet and entered
the kitchen, but his hostess led the
way into the living room, where her,
father was just seated at the table,
Father" she said, here is a gen.
tleman who has kindly made it pos
sible for US to get about without los
ing ourselves in the snow"
II thank you,' bowed the courteous
old man, but sthere was a sadness in
his tones that touched Greene. I'VE
have poor fare to offer. We have just
met with great misfortune, SIR"
Greene held his counsel for the
time being. In fact, as his charming
hostess seated herself opposite to him
and the tempting viands were pressed
upon him. Hector Greene gave heart
and soul to the rare enjoyment OF the
moment.
Continually the old man kept talk
ing OF his troubles all through the
meal, and Madge, notwithstanding her
cheerful talk, Greene noted, tried to
keep back the tears. AS the repast
was concluded Greene took the wal
let from his pocket.
"Mr. Bell" he said, simply. handing