The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1906-06-12
81 KNOW IRIS sHEER FOLLY" SAID i, THIS
DREAM OF MINE'--

81 KNOW IRIS sHEER FOLLY" SAID l. THIS
DREAM OF MIMI
oria agreed aunt Myra considers
you such a safe companion" she said
demurely.
Its one OF the compensations of be-
ing Ineligible" said l. For | was In
eligible. there was no doubt about that.
Ny income of few paltry thousands
barely sufficed to keep me on the social
merry-go-round. And had added In
discretion to poverty by falling In love
with Honorla. OF course no one could
have guessed it. Even Honoria's aunt
ing probable sutton. In fact the very
dimness of my prospects enabled me
to see more of Honoria than other
wise could have done. was consld-
cred perfectly safe. for HonorIa's cir
cumstances demanded that she make
q brilliant match, and ! was the least
brilliant man OF her acquaintance. 1t
was the old. old story of the moth and
the star. II the moth was foolish, so
much the worse for the mothl And as
for the star-Honorla and had long
since decided that love was out of the
question. So, on the way to the Casino
our 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
cd far away and indistinct Now and
then breeze stole In, carrying with 1t
a faint, hah woodsy perfume. The mir
ror across from us reflected Honoria's
frils and furbelows. her clear delicate
prodle and every turn OF her graceful
head. There were the clink of Ice In
tall. thin glasses and gay bubble Of
festivity and laughter from some of the
other tables. Honoria's eyes met mine.
There are worse places than New
York." observed.
"Oh, what is so rare as a day In
town." murmured Honoria.
II bless the fate which prompted you
to leave the seashore and let me have a
glimpse OF you," said /.
ut wasn't fate; II was dressmakers,"
said Honoria. She put back her veil
with an adorable gesture. Am very
much burned ?" she demanded.
Only enough to be becoming" said /.
You're bit brown yourself. Dick"
she observed.
People who make hay while the sun
Shines began
"Ah." said Honoria. that's just what
l was going to ask. Are you progress
ing well with the heiressr'
-Modesty forbids me TO say" I an
swered. "How's old Croesus?"
Doing nicely. thanks" laughed Hon
oria. Then her face grew grave.
Dick" she said. do you realize that
this is the last luncheon wen have to- |
gether tete-a-tete?"
II know" said |. that our year OF |
camaraderie is over. And IL was fun |
while 1t lasted. wasn't It. Honoria? All |
our little walks and talks and drives. |
And It's got to end because we're
afraid OF poverty"
I'VE do love luxury" sighed Honoria. |
Wed be miserable without It,"
argued.
YOU" went ON Honoria. smust mar
ry the heiress in order to obtain a
yacht and all the other things you
can't possibly get along without"
while old Croesus can give you a
house In town and several In the com
try. not to mention box at the opera
and gowns of Paris creation. yet when
I'm steaming around Gibraltar and
you're giving splendid entertainments
In your brownstone front I dare say
ven look back on these times we've
Ipent together with good deal OF
amusement and some regret. Don't
ron think 50. HonprisT'