The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1919-05-20

men were on bases, in came Mr..
Davenport, one of Mary's regular Gus
TONERS.
Then came a surprise.
I'm shy a shirt" Mr.. Davenport
said.
ut can't be, Mr.. Davenport" Mary
replied, declsively. "All the parties
that bring laundry in here get all of
it back. 1 check it myself"
Mr.. Davenport insisted, and Mary
became angry.
''You might have put 1t in another
package" he suggested.
"All my customers are honest men,
Mr.. Davenport" she replied with a
toss of her big pompadour, which
Twelfth street said was all her own;
land if they had got shirt that wasn't
theirs they would have returned 1t.
What kind of shirt was it7"
Mr.. Davenport explained that 1t was
a soft silk shirt for which he had paid
three dollars He had had it laun-
dered twice, he said, and it was blue,
with little white horseshoes in 1t.
MAI IcLucIuDCIcu IL. Olu IL nave
a red stain just below the second but
ton?
He considered for a moment.
1t did. Mr.. Davenport had bought
1t for half price because of that stain.
swell, 1t hasn't been lost here"
Mary assured him with finality that
meant just what she said.
There was no chance for argument,
so Mr.. Davenport departed.
Mary told herself that she was an
abused girl and that no gentleman ever
would have come in and accused her
of making a mistake In returning ones
laundry. She worked herself into such
d temper that she decided that now
was the time to write to Terry and tell
him that she loved another, but that
she always would be Terry's, very best
friend. Her ending was:
Remember it's best for us both,
always,
"Mary.
up. S.-The police are still on the
lookout. NJ"
She regarded the letter long time.
Finally she sealed it and laid it on the
cash register so she would be sure to
remember to mail it. She sat down
and regarded It intently and question
ingly.
The atmosphere cleared when Mr..
Kelley came in.
Hi, Mary" he said. Al,
"m, Spike" she smiled.
He slipped an arm round her, drew
her back where they couldn't be seen
from the street and kissed her. Her
head nestled on his big chest mo-
ment and then she pushed him back
with cry.
Her face had rested on a blue silk
shirt with white horseshoes on it, and
one of her eyes almost had touched a
red stain below the second button.
Get out Of here. you-you," her
voice choked and she beat him with
her fists.
whats the matter?" said Mr.. KEEL
ley.
Mary dragged the topaz ring off her
finger and threw the circlet Of gold at
him. Then she pushed the wondering,
startled Mr.. Kelley, who was too sur
prised to resist, out onto the sidewalk,
slammed the door and locked 1t. Gov
ering her face with her hands she
dropped into chair. Just for a mo-
ment she sat there. Suddenly she
looked up at the letter on the cash
register, and, as if In fear the letter
might elude her, she jumped up,
grasped it In both hands and tore it
to pieces.
From the cash drawer she took the
two and one-sixteenth carat ring, and
with little joyous laugh, kissed it and
/ slipped it on the third finger of her
( left hand.
! Hurriedly she found the telegraph
company's number In the telephone
book.
"Send boy for telegram. Hurry !"
I, she commanded.
Then she sat down and wrote a mes
! sage:
4 1.-THE cops are off watch for good.
Come back quick. Mary"
She wiped her eyes, looked in the
mirror and brushed her face with a
! pOwder-rag.
think I'm going to marry crook?"
she said to her pretty reflection. mot
on your life"