The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1905-07-04

other. Where n3d goin' on your honey
moonT
I'VE had thought of California" said
Nick quietly, while the girl beside him
WINGED
THAT'S right" Mrs Barton agreed.
"see your own country first and heath
en- lands afterward. And who're your
bridesmaids to be, Bessie?"
Elizabeth hesitated miserably. Mrs.
Barton's words were like salt in new
cut. They had discussed their plans SO
happily, and now that it was all over,
she could not forget It, She waited,
like coward, for Nick, but he sat quite
silent.
"Your sister, Of courseY said Mrs.
Barton.
''Oh, it's all''- Elizabeth stopped
"All undecided" the old lady suggest
ed 81 s'pose so. But June is only three
months off now. Coin to housekeepln'
afterward or goin' to boardY
Housekeeping" said Nick CURLY.
1.-THE curtain is going up again."
Nick added hastily
Elizabeth sat in comparative peace
through the rest Of the programme.
Then the last performer came to the
front Of the stage-a boyish looking
man in the conventional evening dress
OF the vaudeville songster. The or
chestra preluded softly for moment,
and over the darkened theater Che
mans voice rang out infinitely rich
and deep:
"Oh, twas sweet of old, when our
love we told"-
"Asthore," whispered Mrs. Barton de-
lightedly.
The beautiful voice sobbed and
sank and rose again with the plain
tive cry Of the song and the last wall
ing chord:
II am waiting for thee, ashore"
died away into perfect silence. There
was a thunder of applause.
''You used to sing that" Mrs Bar
ton whispered to Nick, ''the year after
you finished college. 1 guess Bessie
remembers it. You sang 1t at my
house one night-don't you know, Bes-
s1e?"
I-I-yes, think 1 do" said a
wretched and uncertain Elizabeth.
The man on the stage sang the last
bars of the song again.
Elizabeth" said Nick, very low.
Elizabeth turned. startled at the
sudden call, and the eyes she lifted
were heavy with tears.
"Asthore," said Nick, lower still.
Then he helped her into her coat
and wrung her hand beneath its shell
tering folds.
Mrs. Barton bestowed a parting
benediction on them.
I'm real glad I've seen you," she
said, beaming. "Give my love to your
mother, Bessie, and don't forget to
send me my invitation to the we'd
DIM"
'It shall be the first one sent out,
dear Mrs. Barton" said Elizabeth hap
PLY.
Burton and the "Arabian Nights"
Sir Richard Burton made $4,000 out
Of his translation Of the arabian
Nights" When after about fifteen
years labor he completed this valuable
book he submitted it to a number of
publishers, and no one would offer him
more than $500 for it. He was about
to accept these terms when his wife
said:
Let me publish this work for you,
Richard To print and bind and put on
the market set Of books surely can
not be superhuman undertaking. Let
me try it. The publishers don't offer
you a fair price. Let us, then, balk
them. and If any profit is to be made
from all your labor let us and not the
publishers enjoy it."
Sir Richard consented. His wife set
to work. She got estimates from paper
dealers, from printers, from binders.
She found that to publish her husbands
translation sumptuously would require
$4,000. At first she was appalled,.
But she managed somehow to get sufi-
cient capital together, and ultimately
the Arabian Nights" came out The
Burtons made $4,000