The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-12-10
The
Tourniquet
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BY R. RAY BAKER
COPYRIGHT, 1913. by Mcclure Newspape
Syndicate)
my hermiting business is ruined

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! Copyright, 1918. by Mcclure Newspaper
Syndicate)
MY hermiting business is ruined"
| James Morgan stood in the door
way of his hermitage and gazed re-
sentfully across Silver lake, where the
red brick buildings of the new Ash
ton Memorial hospital doomed against
blue June sky.
The slight frown developed into a
pronounced scowl as his ears detect
ed faint humming which originated
some distance back of the shack. The
humming became a roar as n motor
car, with cutout open, whizzed past
not far from the dwelling of the de-
I! jected hermit.
ITS the limit the way civilization
chases a fellow around" he growled.
"Here l got place all picked out for
quiet, unmolested summer of soil
tude, and when 1 arrive to begin my
hermiting l find that some one has
built concrete race track at my back
door, and some one else has erected
kill-or-cure place in my front yard.
Between shieking mOtorcars and COM
planning, convalescent patients and
giddy nurses my hermitage bids fair
to ripen into main street of a busy
town on a Saturday night"
He shrugged his shoulders in dis
gust and strobe into the shack, which
consisted of living, dining, cook and
| sleeping room-Rll in one. Three open
windows permitted plenty of light and
breeze to dispel germs and gloom.
In one corner were cook stove and
table, in another a narrow cot de-
void of bedding. Still another corner
+, dust-incrusted volumes. Two three
legged stools and one which, possess
Ing four, stood aside in proud disdain,
comprised the other articles of fur
niture.
The hermit rummaged in his pock-
cts and produced pipe, sack of to-
baccO, box of matches and a rail-
road guide. Planting himself on the
naughty stool, he filed the first-men-
toned article from the second ap-
piled part of the third and began to
peruse the fourth.
He was not veteran hermit. His
face was clean-shaven and he had
clear-cut, youthful features, set off by
pair of piercing brown eyes. He
was only twenty-seven years old, and
that is altogether too young for one
to be in the business of hermiting.
The decision to become a recluse
was due to two things. They were
the acquisition of a fortune and the
loss of an attractive young woman he
had intended making his partner in
venture far different from hermit
Ing.
Janet Ellison had decided, after all,
that she did not care to settle down,
so just before she left with her par
ents for a tour of the continent she
broke off her engagement with James.
A month later James inherited near
ly half q million dollars from an
uncle who died in the Klondike The
money acted as soothing balm for his
shattered heart for brief period
until doting mothers heard of his
stroke of luck and began setting
snares for him.
This having sweethearts thrust upon
him when he had just lost his hearts
desire was too much for James. He
got tired of attending debuts of young
misses and listening to their chat
ter of society and fashion and other
subjects that held no interest for him,
especially since he was still yearning
and longing for Janet. The deceit of
!! the whole thing grew on him and made
him cynical. He determined to sever
the sphere of feminism from his uni
verse.
He decided to spend a winter in
California, and then in the summer
to start hermiting for fair. Before
his trip West he located this shack in
the Ohio woods, learned who the own
er was, and rented it for the season.
When this transaction took place there
was no sign of habitation or q road
in the vicinity.
Only one man knew his present
whereabouts, and that was his chum
of college days, Ralph Williamson. VIII
hanson helped him locate the place
and even offered to spend some of the
time with him. but James declined, de-
claring he was going into hermiting
''for all there was in it."
Williamson laughed and remarked:
"You'll soon be back and you'll marry
Janet, after all, when she comes
| home" Then, thinking to do his
| friend a favor, Williamson secretly
sent a letter to a certain address in
the Canadian wilds, taking pains to de-
| tail facts about Klondike gold.
The day after James arrived at his
cabin, to find it no longer a solitude,
| he set out on hike, avoiding the turn
pike and heading into the woods that
fringed the shore. Heavy underbrush
made progress rather difficult, so he
took out a long clasp knife to cut q
walking stick from a tree. Spying q
branch that looked good to him some
distance up the trunk, he climbed the
tree and, seated on one branch, be-
gan to saw at the one he had select
ed, which was just above him.
James was not adept as tree cut
| ter or climber, or as an equilibrium
artist, and somehow, just as he was
taking a final whack at the branch he
desired, he lost his balance and fell.
The knife, clutched In his right hand,
slashed his left arm and severed an
artery, and as he sank in a faint to
the ground blood gushed from the
| wound in vicious spurts
| When James regained consciousness
he was lying on the cot in the her
mitage. But alas Ii was a her
mitage no longer. A young woman,