The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1916-02-01

kin particularly had been drawn to-
ward this earnest unselfish man.
who it could be readily seen was one
minded and sincere in principle and
practice.
The words of her father aroused in
Ada thought and anxiety. How long,
indeed, would Mr.. Winslow last with
the unruly mob who resented intru-
sion on what they called their rights?
1t needed trained pugilist to handle
some Of the rough ones. Mr.. Winslow
was not frail or puny, but Ada shud-
dered as mental picture of the
brawny fists and bullying shoulders of
some of the mill workers flashed
through her mind.
If they only give him a chance"
reflected Ada "He does not talk like
the others. His soul Is full OF pity and
charity. wish could help him"
Meantime, at the mission in the
city certain James Frawley, other
wise known as big Jim,' was arrang-
ing to give some creditable help to
the young man who had so impressed
Ada Rankin. Jim was a natural prod
uct of the slums. He had lorded it
over all the other hoodlums until they
were forced to acknowledge his SUI
premacy. He had run the gauntlet
OF police supervision until he had
gained very bad name.
One day he stood in the prisoners
dock, good for tenner,s his pals
had decided, for Jim had become
mixed up in a very bad case of high
way robbery. One man in the dis
trict stood by him. It was Rev. Alb
bolt Winslow. Jim had no part in the
actual crime. 1t was a case of keep
ing bad company. Mr.. Winslow had
done him kindness some tine pre-
vious Jim had remembered it and
sneaked into the mission several
times One night rowdy crew start
ed to make rough house" in the
meeting Jim simply threw them out
and issued warning as to other dis
turbers. There was peace and quiet
after that
Jim made no professions of refor-
nation, but the subtle, unobtrusive in
terest of the good man began finally
to bear fruit Jim went to work. In
month he was running two shoe
backing stands. At the end OF year
he was the proprietor of twenty, max
ing money and whenever opportunity
afforded contributed literally to the
collection box at the mission.
1t was the day after the visit of Mr..
Winslow to Ironton that Jim enter
tanned a friend in his room. just ar
rived, as If from a journey.
We'll, Dacey," he submitted,
what's the layout"
bad, jim If your friend goes to
Ironton there's gang there ready to
smash him."
Our kind?"
mo, just the rough, prejudiced fac
tory crowd. They've been nagged and
tagged by the wrong kind OF soul-say-
ers till they think it's hades anyway
for them, so they take a delight In
raising it ON home territory"
Won't be tanned, eh?'
Il should say, no. You see, it's q
big joint there where they dispense
the hotstuff. Only one license is al
lowed by the town and another will
never be issued when that one ex-
pires. It's when the bad ones get
fired up that the trouble commences.
Cut out the booze and the loafing
place and the mission might draw"
who runs it?" asked Jim thought
fully,
"a man named Ward. He is con-
sumptive and wants to sell out to go
South. Why, where are you going?"
as Jim in his impetuous way put on
his hat and started for the door.
Back to where you came from,
Ironton. I've got my tip. There's ten
The Golden Horn, for such was the
name of the one tavern in Ironton,
changed hands one week later, James
Frawley, sole proprietor. II Jim's
method of reaching final goal of
good at the cost of incidental wicked
ness of no ordinary character along
his line Of progress was crude, it had
sensational embellishments.
Mr.. Winslow. arriving at Ironton
and beginning his duties, was amazed
to find this brand from the burning"
dispensing fiery fluid to the weak and
thirsty of Ironton. He met Jim on
the street and limited gently at his
backward step. Jim was iron. He
knew his business-good day!
None of the hrawlers invaded the
mission. Jim kept them too busy for
that. H, ran the Golden Horn at
mad-riot pace. He disnenaed free