The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1917-11-06
isn't Her eet-up Flerce?"

the surrounding countryside, there
must be a band. So when Benny had
heard, by telephone, of their predica-
ment, he had set out to rescue them
with the farm wagon.
Now the carryall stood on the wrong
side of the road, and Benny had right
Of way. Moreover, he was hurrying
to get the belated band to its place
before the speaker Of the day should
arrive. He saw the carryall too late.
His shouted warning did no good, and
there came a clutch and wrenching Of
wheels, the carryall skidded quite in
motor style, then toppled rakishly
aslant. The horses moved sluggishly
a little to one side, as If bored by the
whole proceeding. And nobody was
injured; but the carryall was q wreck.
Benny, taking the blame, got down
from his wagon, resigning the reins to
someone else. After apologizing to the
girl. he went to his mother, watching
the crowd from the steps. The neigh
borhood doctor had looked over the
girl and her young brother, and, find
ing no harm done, had given them into
his wife's keeping, who stood with her
arm protectingly around the girls
shoulders.
Its a shame" said Benny. isn't
her get-up fierce? But-you can't
blame her. Know who she ISL Grand
daughter of that old miser, Granny
Rollins, back in the mountains. Her
father let her run wild. Granny's dead
now, and those two-brother and sis
ter-are her only heirs. They've come
into the farm, the clothes-everything
Granny left. But they've found no
money. Everybody thought the old
skinfiint had piles of 1t; but they had
to sell the best of the cows to pay for
Granny's funeral. The carryall was O
wreck, so rotten and 'shaky wonder
they got here In 1t. OF course I'll
stand for that-though it never would
have got home, the ten miles they must
drive through, without falling to
pieces. After while you go to speak
to them. They're alone and scared and
shy, and you could help them have q
good time"
Mrs. Benton nodded-she could moi
speak. She did so crave a daughter
in spite Of her five sons, 1t hurt to see
q girl thus gone to waste. Her heart
yearned over the poor thing-no doubt
she had been bewildered by her ava.
lanche Of unaccustomed possessions
and had tried piteously to make her
self fine enough for this first merry
making. Where could she have got
her idea Of style2 In flash Mrs. Ben
ton knew-from the fashion sheets
and supplements it had been Granny's
habit to save. Granny had bought by
them-costly things but always ex-
treme-and had treasured them. going
herself in calico or the coarsest WOOL
ems. Stories of her had gone country
wide-but very few had seen her. She
had kept at home steadfastly, save for
her yearly trip to town. hated church
going and discouraged all visitors, save
such as came in the way Of business.
The girl sat apathetic, clutching the
purple parasol, which made violent
discord against her red plaid frock.
But whom the band struck up she
changed-sat upright, eye glowing, lips
parted. a deep scarlet showing through
the massed freckles all over her
checks. They were so thick on the
nose they made 1t Indian color; also
they powdered her arms well above
the elbow. Her shiftless father had
been one Of granny's troopers until
he died, just year ahead Of her.
Even then she had not taken home
Jincy, her daughters child, choosing,
she said. to die as she had lived, alone.
But at the end, when Jincy, venturing
In, found her stricken, helpless, speech
less, there had been an agony Of en-
treaty in the fierce old eyes. Jincy
had known Granny wanted to say
something-to tell something-the eyes
searched her face so steadfastly, but
no words came through the week she
fought back death. Jincy shivered still
when she let herself remember that
time.
Ghe sat through the music SPELL