The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-02-19
"pII FiIIIt With Rocks"

her eyes. She went over to the Dins-
low place nearby and cast her eyes
! over it's wide eXpanse critically, to
make out the object of her visit sharp
ening scythe over in the hay field. He
was seated on big log and looked up
with a welcome smile as his little ia
vorite came into view.
@Malcolm," spoke Hazel at once, "you
sent me this suitcase didn't your
"Why, yes" nodded he.
"And probably it took all your hard
earned savings and-Malcolm, 1 can't
take it" and Hazel's tones began to
break.
"Why not?" questioned her boy
friend amazedly.
Because you folks have already
done more for us than anybody else
in the world, even our relatives.
You must take the suitcase back and
get the money for it."
81 won't" observed Malcolm arising
to his feet, and grimly resolute in tone
and bearing.
"Oh indeed, you must,I insisted Ha-
, EEL
sLook here" pursued Malcolm dog
gedly, you leave that suitcase here
and I'll fill it with rocks and fling it
into the creek"
For a moment Hazel studied that
strong, earnest face. Her own wore a
| momentary flash of radiance. Then
the quick tears sprang to her eyes.
always good, kind and truel" she half
sobbed "Oh, Malcolm papa says that
out in the new country where we are
going men often make their fortunes in
a day. Oh if ever we do, shall bring
back to you the cherished suitcase
full of goldl"
He smiled indulgently. "Dear little
frlend,' he said, 81 would rather have
something else than all the money in
the world"
"What is that, MaTcolm?"
SEA kiss"
She came close up to him, so genuine
in her innocence and truthfulness that
\ there was neither self-consciousness
nor affection. She kissed him on both
cheeks, moved away, picked up the
suitcase and, turning the lane, waved
her tear-stained handkerchief back at
him.
1t was Malcolm who drove the
| Waynes with their few traps to the 10.
cal railway station. Hazel purposely
/ acted proud and careful of the neat lit.
tie suitcase. She did not kiss Malcolm
in the presence of the crowd at the
depot, but she clasped his hand fer.
| vently and looked up into his eyes, and
said in low, intense tone:
EVERY anniversary of this day viii
send you some word"
Thus there sprang up in the soul OF
the young man beautiful ideal, hal
lowed by the memory of that parting
In the course of a month they hear6
from Mr.. Wayne. He told of occupa
ton which held cheering promises fol
future prosperity. A little later he SEN
draft for one hundred dollars, insist
ing that Mr.. Dinslow must have los
that much on taking their poor furni
ture at the price he did.
To the day, at the end Of the veal
there came letter to Malcolm. 1t wa:
filled with the joyous interest of an in
nOcent spirit enraptured with the nov
city of new scenes, but breathing {
longing for the old home and its treas
ured surroundings.
Five years passed away. Always
upon that set anniversary there cam,
the promised missive from Hazel. Sh,
told of her mother and father boil
dying and that her uncle had adoptet
her.
Meantime Malcolm Dinslow hat
known a like double bereavement. Add
ed to this great grief which made o
him an isolated, lonely man, was tn
burden of carrying the little mortgage'
farm. His parents had been improvi
dent only in aiding others at the cos
of Responsible ties and debt for them