The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1901-01-10
The Happiness Of Hearts.
BY e. 8.

mined to scale Its heights. AT nrSI IL
was slow work; but of late, in fact,
since Honores had grown up. it had
been comparatively easy climbing.
Limited means had restricted the
Marchmonts to rather small and OUT
of-the-way summer places. But
really" Mrs. Marchmont declared, "one
sometimes met the most charming
people at these quiet resorts"
Truth to tell, Mrs. Marchmont a
the good sense to know that she
couldn't be much in a pond of extern
sive dimensions and that she was
something, of a big frog in the little
puddles; SO, she stuck to shallow
waters. However, when Honore- de-
veloped such astonishing beauty
popularity, Mrs. Marchmont had wan
dered farther up the coast where the
waves ran high and where one came
in contact with such people as the Her.
bert Van Alstynes' and the hamilton
Wares and itsseemed to Mrs. March,
mont that she. was almost about 10
reach the goal on. the upper Landing OF
the stair.
Everything depended Oh Honore now
-Honore, with ner superb bearing and
her Titan hair and her always aoso-
lutte correctness. Mrs. Marchmont was
very proud of Honore; she had always
been a dutiful daughter, ever from the
time when she was a little girl n sat
propped up in bed reading novels and
eating chocolates and things until her
mother came in from a dance or a
theater. But lately Mrs. Marchmont
hadn't known quite what to make OF
Honore. Not that she was any the
less devoted or attentive to her mother,
but she seemed to be developing new
ideas not strictly in accordance with
those of her mother. For instance, the
night after the hop at the Creeton,s,
at which event the Herbert Van ais
tynes' and the Hamilton-Wares' had
actually asked Mrs. Marchmont to SIT
with them on. the gallery and the ugly
little foreign count had danced three
times with Honore, Mrs. Marchmont
playfully alluded to herself as the
mother of a possible countess, IGNORE
had thrown herself into her mothers
arms, and, bursting int tears, begged
her to go NORTHUMBERLAND Woul
work, and they two would be SO happy,
giving up all this tawdry sham and
make-believe. She was so tired of it
all!
1t would seem so good to have a lit
tie home-just one little room, and to
make it bright and happy; she was so
tired of ruf1es and silk skirts bought
after months of scrimping and hoard
ing their little income; she had never
had a home; a real, real home like
other girls. 1t had just been rowing
and pretending ever since h could
remember, Mrs. Marchmont, too, began
to weep, and to cast self-accusations, to
quote the ~threadbare verse about a
"thankless child" and went to bed
with a. case Of nervous hysteria. After
this all blew over Mrs. Marchmont and
HOnore resumed their usual relations,
and, except for a tired, weary look in
her eyes, Honore was the same dear
girl she had ever BEEN,
From this time on the attentions OF
lu6 COuUL DGCduuG uOIG dlu liz
marked. He was not a pleasant man
to .look& upon, but around him there
shone5t the halo of a titled name and
ancestral halls. Mrs. Marchmont be,
gun to p~atronize the Herbert Van Ais
tynes' and the Hamilton-W Wares were
spoken of by her as really very clever
people, don't you know" She dwell
in the glazing light of titular fame;
she had passed the upper landing anC
was making her way to the dome. Blu
one thing marred the sunny glory O
[ her little day. 1t was the other man
The other man, James Howard, wht
[ laid at the feet of Honore only thu
l coronet of a glorious manhood, a grea
, brain and a greater heart; a big
broad-shouldered fellow with clean-cu
features and eyes that looked straigh
) into those of his fellow men and womel
unfinchingly, and whose only offerini
8 was the gift Of a great love.
. The few weeks at the seashore was
terrible strain on Mrs. Marchmont'
Il purse strings and she was obliged t
retrench. So, with the aid of the Count
who followed them very soon, she, wit
Honore took rooms at a little hotel ia
up in the hills. For days Honore wa
almost happy, riding every mornin
- up among the fresh, fragrant hills. Sh
grew to love a little house that lay o
) her way and one morning as sh
= passed, a woman cam down the littl
trodden path between the riotou