The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1906-05-22
you THINK You DO, BUT YoU Dos'4.


SHE QUOTED.
gets he ever brought them home black
enedw she retorted.
Those were my happiest days" per-
sisted Carlyle Cant we bring them
back again.
''To prove our decision of Ave years
ago was wise one?" shifted Mary.
I'D be willing to try it." he dared
her
Every WELL" assented Mary Like
veterans around a stove, we'n redght
the battles of the glorious past"
The plan was made to go from place
to place in Carlyle's motor and visit
the scenes of old quarrels
Where frst?' asked Carlyle as they
were speeding down the avenue the
next morning In his car. Have you
your guidebook"
Mary promptly drew forth red d.
airy.
Country club" she directed.
"The quarrelT he smiled when they
were seated In comfortable chairs on
the piazza.
Because l was pleasant to BERTHE
Hillard," she blushed, Ito punish you
for being late"
Unreasonable of you to be angry be-
cause was late, Mary. In those days
business kept me tied down"
You were always lRte," defended
Mary 81 spent most of my time weit-
ing for you"
There's BERTHE now" said Carlyle.
But we won't quarrel about him any
more He's married"
There are" admitted Mary, worse
faults than being late"
'tI'm not so busy now, SO you see our
quarrels haven't stood the test Of time,"
limited Carlyle.
at takes more than two quarrels to
break an engagement" said Mary, flip
ping the pages in her diary. "Our next
one occurred beneath the tree near the
fourth green" There was something
businesslike In her manner as she led
the way across the links.
Like old times" commented Carlyle.
81 haven't arrived at an age to enjoy
living in the past" said Mary crisply.
'The present is good enough" agreed
Carlyle, as they sat down on rustic
bench. ''I'm glad you are willing to
bury the past"
Il meant nothing Of the kind" storm
ed Mary. 1--WE will now take up the
quarrel that marks this spot"
"Why, this is where l told you I
loved you" declared Carlyle. Let me
see that book" He extended his hand,
but Mary shook her head.
"You can'tv' she said.
Little girl, don't you suppose re-
member distinctly what happened
here? Instead Of reviving old quar-
rels let's start all over again beneath
this dear old tree" Carlyle's voice was
compelling.
Mary's face was averted as she an
swered.
There would be new quarrels. I
make mountains Of golf teesr'
'I'll agree to be compatible to all
your incompatibillties," he smiled. Il
love Mary when she's contrary"
you think you do but you don't"
she quoted Then, with a scream OF
terror, she jumped on the bench, for
coming toward them was an amiable
looking COW. Mary's terror was not
affected, for she made no distinctions
in bovines.
MARY" said Carlyle, with a solemn
air, I'VE are In peril. Here, that red
book would divert the animal" Before
Mary could protest, her diary was
thrown as hostage to the enemy.
Carlyle followed her as abe fed toward
the clubhouse.
eve might have been killedr' sasDed
Mary, sinking into chair.
Carlyle concealed with difficulty his
citation at the fate of the volume which
kept injuries fresh In MRry's mind
Then a disquieting thought struck him.
Suppose Mary's diary were foundf
Mary" he said, "Pll 60 and ind
your book Some one may read It.
mo, no, nor cried Mary exaitsdlE-
'Xou MUSTN'T"