The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-01-15


heard miles and miles away he said:
"Not cent for the Salvation
ARMY"
mo, sir"
Nothing for the hospitals"
mo, SIR"
Sand don't show me any sample sub
scription bookI"
mo, SIR"
'Then why don't you go?"
Because, sir, you hired me as your
stenographer yesterday"
''Then you ought to have said so long
ago. Get to work."
Was there any romance there? Was
there any chance for any?
And the Company" was man &c
years old, who never came near the
office, but often sent down a note to
his partner, reading:
81 am glad that business is good
but don't let that lazy stenographer
loaf on you'll"
The bookkeeper? He was 55 years
old and shaky In the knees, and ex.
pected to be fired at any moment.
His assistant? He was callow and
crosseyed and his mother had forbid.
den him to have a dream-book or @
romance.
The shipping clerk7 He was en-.
gagged to three girls already, and his
salary Of eight dollars per week was
undergoing terrible strain.
But did Miss Eileen despair? You
don't know her if you think she did
She'd look for her bread and butter
inside and her romance outside.
: And there was Guy Taylor, young
man of twenty-three He had been
romantic from his babyhood up, and
six years as floor-walker In a depart.
ment store hadn't worked cure. He
had moderate salary, and he had to
live in a moderate way, but the idea
was ever present that some rich wo-
man, young or old, was going to offer
him her hand and heart-and her
bonds. 1t might be on his personality
and it might be for saving her life
He rather hoped that it would be fol-
| the latter, for he was true knight al
heart. At his boarding house he haG
let it be known that his true name
was Brian D'Artagan, but out of defer
ence to the owner Of the store he had
temporarily dropped it for that of Tay.
lor.
Rich ladies came to the store-rich
young ladies and rich old enes-and
the floor-walker pulled down his vest
and met them with the smile that
wouldn't come off. But just as sure
as one of them fell and rolled down
the basement stairs he was at the real
end of the store blowing up q sales
girl for some cause or other, and the
rescue was made by someone else.
One evening Miss Eileen Danvers
had a presentiment as she rode from
White & Company's to her boarding
house. 1t wasn't that the landlady was
going to pick the cotton batting out OF
the gas burners and enable her guests
| to get around their rooms without q
guide to New York. But it was that
her romance was due.
When Mr.. Guy Taylor left the store
he had that very same feeling, and he
whistled and hummed.
| When Miss Eileen had finished hel
| prunes and tea and retired to her room
she decided to help romance along Q
bit. She therefore, by the light of the
gas Jet, penciled the following note:
"a young and innocent girl has beer
kidnapped and is being held prisoner
in a room on the second floor of No
432. Whoever finds this hand it to the
nearest policeman. I am In terrible
situation !"
This note was dropped out of the
window and went fluttering down unit
1t reposed on the fiagstone, and was
picked up only after full hundred
pedestrians had walked over 1t.
And was the name of the man tina
picked 1t up Guy Taylor, who was ou
for an evening stroll and ready to NEE
his romance half way?
It wasI He picked it up from forc'
of habit, and he started to read l
without a jot Of curiosity. When h
had finished his hair was curling.
Here was romance at lasti
Hand 1t to the nearest policeman
Not IL his true name was D'Artagan
He would make the rescue alone ant
unaided, or he would perish trying.