Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1906-05-22
1T KNOW IT'S SHEER FOLLY" SAID l, THIS
 DREAM OF MINE"-

DREAM OF MINE"-
 oria agreed Aunt Myra considers you such safe companion" she said demurely.
 "It's one of the compensatjons of be ing ineligible" said l. For I was in eligible. there was no doubt about that. My income of a few paltry thousands barely sufficed to keep me on the social merry go-round. And I had added in- discretion to poverty by falling in love with Honoria. Of course no one could have guessed it. Even Honoria's aunt would have scoffed the idea of my be ing probab ble suitor. In fact the very dimness of mysaprospects enabled me to see more of =Honoria than l other wise could have done. I was consid- cred perfectly safe. for Honoria's cir cumstances demanded that she make a brilliant match, and l was the least brilliant man of her acquaintance. It was the old. old story of the moth and the star. If the moth was foolish, so much the worse for the moth! And as for the star-Honoria and had long since decided that love was out of the question. So on the way to the Casino OUT conversation was strictly: confined to platonic platitudes.
 We had luncheon at one of the little tables close by an open window. through which the green reaches of the park were enticing to the eye. Sun. shine dappled the leaves with the light and shadow. Squirrels frisked across the grass. The hum of the city sound ed far away and indistinct. Now and then breeze stole in. carrying with it faint, half woodsy perfume. The mir TOT across from US reflected HOporia's frills and furbelows, her clear delicate profile and every turn of her graceful head. There were the, clink of ice in. tall, thin glasses and g gay. hubble of festiviiy and laughter from some of the other tables. Honoria's eyes, met mine. '"There are worse places than New, York; observed. sf }. s., ....~ #
 "Oh. what is so rare as q day. in town" mnrmHred Honoria. ;: .....,. ''I bless the fate which prompted you to leave the seashore and let me have a glimpse. of fryou,"'. said I. .@
 Tt wasn't fate: it, was dressmakers,' ; said Honoria. She put back her veil with an adorable gesture. Am very much burnsd?'' she demanded. ,.e.
 .Only enough to be becoming" "'rsaid l.
 You're. a bit brown yourself, Dick" she observed. :, ,s.s.,, Y. ~ :, '"People who make hay while the sun shineA,s- hp1An
 "Ah." said Honoria, that's just what was going to ask. Are you progress ing well with the heiress7".s ..x..ssss,.s
 "Modesty forbids me to say,',' | an swered. Flows old Croesusf,
 Doing nicely. thanks" laughed Hon. oria. Then her face grew grave. "Dick," she said. "do you realize tha this is the last luncheon we'll have to- gether tete-a-teteY' ....f
 ''I know" said I, that our year of camaraderie is over. And it was fun while it lasted, wasn't it, Honoria7 All our little walks and talks and drives. And it's got to end because we're afraid of poverty
 we do love luxury" sighed Hnoria.
 "We'd be miserable without it' argued. ..- sg .,o. .-zs.. i..
 "You," went on Honoria, must mar ry the heiress in order to obtain a yacht and all the other things you can't possibly get along without"
 .!..eWhile old Croesus can give you g house in town and several in the conn- try not to mention box at the opera and gowns of Paris creation. yet when I'm steaming around Gibraltar an..