The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1919-02-04

view when Matthew pleaded to let
Marian make him happy. Il know
your father has heaps of 1t, and / am
not exactly pauper myself; but no
one can tell what may happen to for
tunes these days. Get a job--even if
it's driving a milk wagon-but get
job Then come and see me about it,
But don't you dare show your face
here again until you have proved that
you are some good in the world"
So Matthew Earlwick made himself
scarce around the Bennett home.
'I'll get job, all right" he declared,
''and you'll never hear from me till I
do. l think just enough Of Marian to
prove 1t by some hard work."
Thereafter he was not heard from.
AT least Mr.. Bennett did not get any
word from him, and so his commands
In that respect were observed by his
would-be son-in-law.
There was no guarantee, however,
that Marian was in ignorance of her
lovers whereabouts, although she man
aged, for diplomacy's sake, to carry
doleful expression on her face when In
her fathers presence.
There was a certain sparrow that
! frequented a branch of maple tree
Just outside the window of Marian's
room, and that bird was wont to peep
through the window whenever there
were no insects that needed attention
| from his bill. And the sparrow could
have told Papa Bennett few things
| If he had been so inclined He could
have revealed how Marian delved into
her dressing table and read and re-
read letters he could have disclosed
that the pile of concealed missives
grew steadily each day, and that none
+ of the envelopes bore postage stamps.
1t went along two months, with Mr..
Bennett still without any word con-
corning the whereabouts or activities
of Matthew Earlwick. One day he
kcalled his daughter into the library
and said to her:
you see, l was right about young
Earlwick. He hasn't the stuff in him,
or else he doesn't care enough for you
to make good on a job
Marian smiled slightly, and bit her
lip and replied:
"Give him a chance, father. A man
can't make good in two months-ex-
cept in books"
That same night the accident" oc-
Cured The accident was a frozen and
bursted water pipe and a consequent
flooding of the basement in the Ben
nett residence. Mrs. Bennett brought
the intelligence to the head of the
house while he was perusing the even
ing paper and enjoying black cigar
In his den.
"Can you beat that?' ne exclaimed,
dashing the paper to the floor ana
rushing from the den. Can you beat
it? A flood on our hands and the very
night WinsIow is out" Winslow was
the sole male servant employed In the
household.
Papa Bennett rushed to the cellar
steps and peered down. He could near
swishing and scattering that were
not exactly pleasant to his ear. II was
cold down there in the cellar and II
was warm in his den. Furthermore
that switching and scattering did not
indicate that the temperature of the
cellar was rising.
"B-r-r-rl" he shuddered, trying
to huddle his corpulent form into MS
rather tight smoking jacket. well,
suppose somebody has got to stop the
leak in the dixie, and it looks like I'm
elected"
He turned the light switch and start
ed gingerly down the steps, but halted
on the second one from the top anc
shouted back:
marion, call plumber, and tell hin
TO violate the rules of the profession
and get here quick"
Then he continued the descent, Du
he took only few steps. The stairs
were somewhat uneven and slipper!
and Mr.. Bennett was nervous. Ih'
two conditions combined to accelerate
his progress and he slid gracefull!
into foot of water that had accumu
lated on the cellar floor. Somewha
dazed he scrambled to his reef
gasped for breath, shook the ware
from his head and wiped 1t IRON M
eyes and shivered:
where's observation-disclosures leak
! he groaned in despair, his teeth cna'
tering.
The swishing sound, now much louo
er and more foreboding, guided hin