The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-02-26

ouch beard or head with razor or
scissors until his party, the Regulars,
we're victors In the local political con-
test. The Regulars were beaten two
10 one at the polls.
Until the end of year. Edith hoped
that at the new election the favorite
party of her lover might win the con-
test, and her erratic fiance be restored
20 normal. Alas the Regulars were
beaten three to one this time. Then
came the climax, and her liberation
If year terminated in the final BAN
lshment of Joel from her company and
her thoughts. At least SO Edith in
formed her friends, but she did not as
well tell them of sleepless nights and
fearful days. you are beginning to
look like a wild man." JoePs best
friend told him, but Joel simply held
his lips firm, and certain grimace
If heroism came into his set, resolute
face.
'Tll keep my pledge, if never shave
lgainl'' he said obstinately. maybe
he Regulars may hit it next election.
I'm going to continue to campaign for
them The war has come along, and I
am injecting a patriotic phase into
the local political struggle ahead of
the other side, and it's going to help
Us wonderfully"
To mitigate her longing for the
spufned love of Joel, Miss Harper de-
voted herself assiduously to knitting
for the boys at the front and aligned
herself with all the patriotic move
ments in which the feminine part Of
Rossville was interested. She saw
Joel rarely, and then at distance. She
felt drawn closer to him, however,
when she learned that he was devoting
his time and money to encouraging en-
istment and to providing for those
who rallied for the cause. The patri-
otto feature, too, brought Joel into the
arena in new way, and the women's
clubs were ardent in working towards
an ovation for the Regulars at the
aext election.
81 see your-that is, our Mr. Bry-
son, is participating in the spirit of
the times in a practical way" a lady
friend observed to Edith one day.
"IndeedY', murmured Edith, and
somewhat distantly.
"Yes, he has turned the old barn
~ his place into g sort of laboratory,
and they say he is plaking some kild
of special munitions for the govern
ment.'
Gossip expatiated on this theme il
a decidedly animated way during the
next week. The old barn had beer
surrounded with a high barb-wir'
fence. There were signs of Danger =
Keep Quit" and the like. Some ma
chinery and ominous Handle Witt
Care" casks and boxes were admitted
to the grewsome structure. A sallow
faced, dreamy-eyed individual alb
| stractedly haunted the place, as if 81
engrossed in thought that he appeared
utterly oblivious to extraneous OBJ
| jects.
who's your friend, Joel" jocular
ly questioned an acquaintance o
Joers.
Hes an inventor" answered Joel
"and good one"
"Inventing something for your"
"He is-for me and the government,
complacently advised Joel.
'What may it be, now?'
ga bomb"
"Shoo what kind of q bomb?"
swell, don't mind telling you. w
call it the Pepper Bomb They've use
all kinds of poison, shrapnel, fir
bombs. The enemy's latest is the mus
tard bomb. We go them one better
It's my contribution to the war dc
partment That is, If we succeed i
perfecting a device that will blind a
approaching army, and make the so
diers sneeze their heads off. We Pre-
pose to make the service q free git
of formula and material"
1t was four months later that joe
dismissed his hired inventor, an
strolled the streets of his native vi
lage proud and happy man. Fl
might well be, for little item in tn