The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1900-03-27
sonette. How to meet her husband she

| sonette. How to meet her husband she
scarcely knew, but wild thoughts of
instituting proceedings for separa-
ton against him coursed through her
brain as she lay back in the corner Of
her hanson. Half formed resolves to
leave him Immediately arose, only to
be dismissed in favor Of waiting until
the morrow should give her an oppor-
tunity of taxing him with his perf1dy.
5, That it would be impossible to do this
without compromising herself did not
enter into her calculations. All she
knew was that she had been very bad
ly treated, and the one thought that
possessed her was that of revenge.
1t was a very sad faced and heavy
eyed Mrs. Heriot who the next morn
ing sat opposite her husband at the
breakfast table. She did not hear him
come In. for. although she had laid
awake throughout half the night, sleep
had at last gained its hold upon her.
Consequently they met now for the
first time since the previous morning.
She returned his greeting mechanic
ally, for, although anger struggled in
her for the mastery, she saw that 1t
was impossible to say what was in her
mind in the presence of the parlor-
maid. How he brazens it outr she
thought fiercely as she nervously crum-
bled the roll before her.
Without betraying any surprise at
his wife's coldness Mr.. Heriot settled
himself in his chair and leisurely ex-
amined the pile Of letters at his side.
Then he put them down and medita-
lively stroked his musrache.
"Well, Phyllis" he remarked at
length, looking up at his wife with
smile, you don't seem so cheerful as
you ought to be considering that you
had your own way. after all. last
night"
my own way? What do you mean,
Arthur she exclaimed, startled out
of her self possession.
"Why, dearest, about the Covent
Garden affair. of course. didn't go,
after all. When got to my chambers
yesterday, found an important brief
there that occupied me until the even
ing. Then | went on to the club and
took a hand at whist with some men.
AS l was winning | didn't care about
leaving, so lent my mask and domino
to young Ferrars He's just my build,
so the costume suited him capitally.
It's pity you don't know him, as he's
rather a nice young chap in his way"
"Oh!' said Phyllis.-Chicago Times
Herald.
rhe weerched Newspaper Man.
In every city Of the land the news
paper man is an outcast. He knows
more people to be a stranger to than
any other being in the world. He has
no holidays. His Christmas is the rec
ord of other mems joys. His Thanks
giving is restaurant. Even the Fourth
of July and Sunday, servants of the
commonest man, refuse him their
cheer. The Fourth of July Is the day
he must be in every place at once, be-
cause everything is happening, and
Sunday is the day he must make things
up, because nothing is happening.
His labors are our pleasures. He
gets his vacation by doing another
mans work and earns his living by
watching other people live. The very
days and the nights turn their natural
backs upon him. The lamp is his sun
by night and the curtain is his night
by day, and he eats his supper in the
morning His business is the refiec
ton of life. He is the spirit behind
the mirror. What is left to us is right
to him, and right is left. Sometimes
right side up is upside down.
The world is all awry to the newspa-
per man. 1t whirls across the hours
in columns, now in one edition and
now in another, but it heeds him never
in return. He is spectator. The
show passes before his face-a shut
out, unsharing face. He lives as the
years go on. a notebook under the !
stars, and when the notebook is scrib- !
bled out he dies.-Gerald Stanley Lee
in Atlantic.