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

place. He finally reached a lower
floor and was making his way towards
rear open door, when a feeble piping
voice reached his hearing.
mister, won't you get me some wa
ter to drink? Pm so thirsty"
who are you? Where are your"
challenged Barnaby, and then by the
light of spluttering oil lamp at the
end of the passageway, he made out
a door with a small wicket in it. and,
pressed against this, was a white,
scared face.
Some bad men stole me away from
home and have shut me in here" quay
cred the imprisoned child. "They
haven't given me anything to eat or
drink since morning. Oh, please help
me, won't your"
Now in flash Barnaby Glinn COM
pretended that he had come across the
kidnapped child his fellow bandman had
read about in the newspaper. He was
sure of 1t, as he peered closer. Flax
en- hair, blue eyes and an ear disfigured
In some accident-yes, here was the
missing child for whom a reward of
five thousand dollars was offered.
But not for moment did this fact
influence honest, sympathetic Barnaby
Glinn just now. The pitiful appeal in
face and voice of the poor little cap
tive aroused within him indignation
compassion, all his innate manliness.
He tried the door, he estimated its
strength he took from his pocket lit
tie case containing tools used in adj
justing and repairing his big base
drum. He applied them to the pur-
pose in view, to force the door, and he
succeeded.
Little mite" he told his charge, ''you
are to do just what tell you"
"Yes, sir, oh, yes, SIR" quavered the
child eagerly.
Because, if you don't, those wicked
men you tell about will catch both of
us and never, never again may we see
home and friends"
Il will do just what you say" declar-
ed the trembling child, and Barnaby
Glinn began to unscrew the head of his
big base drum.
He was putting, painting and perspir-
ing when he reached the little railway
station. There he had tc wait for an
hour, for the train was late. He no
ticed several men come to the place
and excitedly scurry about it. He
smiled inwardly, as from some words
they dropped he knew that they were
looking for some one who had run
away with their charge.
Barnaby got home well on towards
three o'clock. He made so much noise
coming up the steps and getting into
the house that his boarding mistress
came downstairs.
"You look all done up, Mr.. Glinn, ;"
she said. "Had hard night of it, 1
suppose. l am going to get you
hot cup of coffee"
"For two" spoke Barnaby, in his
usual terse way. Sand a little lunch"
For two" repeated the landlady
vaguely.
"If you please. Once, when went
to play at country barn dance, 1
brought back a turkey"
Eyes, Mr.. Glinn."
"And again, from a harvest home
jug of cider"
II remember"
"Now," and Barnaby leaned down,
unstrung the straps and clamps hold
Ing in the head of the drum, "now it
is-a boy"
And out of the queer receptacle,
where he had lain curved up and hid
den from view, stepped the little kid
naped boy for whom a ransom of twen-
( ty thousand dollars had been asked, for
whose discovery five thousand dollars
was offered.
And when Barnaby Glinn received
the same, he married Thedosia, and
moved that seaside dream fam of his,
where the drum beat of the waves was
constant musical attendant.