The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1908-02-18


rule probably applies as much to the
mental as to the physical" she said,
with mock petulance.
''Now my dear girl, don't fly off into
a psychological discussion, for either
nature defrauded me or they left out
something in my college course,
don't know which. The only thing
want to know is-why being cynical
should affect your complexion"
THAT'S easily explained. 1t takes
the sparkle out of my eyes, it draws
my mouth down at the corners and de-
stroys my dimple, and to cap the eli
max it makes me wonder If there is
living, breathing man worth marching
my hair for. So when l get in a
cynical mood / go around straight
haired, thin Tipped, with nstless ex-
preston that makes me positively
homely."
"But, my dear child" protested Mr..
Terhune, 81 could run In almost any
time to admire the marceled hair, and
If l didn't happen to come at the psy-
Geological moment you could phone me
at any minute, and would be delight
ee-ight-ed-to rush to admire
just count on me for any old time" he
added graciously.
"John, you are at intervals positive
ly foolish" she said severely, trying
to select from the box in her lap a
chocolate that contained a nut. 81 am
tired Of being admired by plain, every
day men,"
Like me?'' he suggested amiably.
'I didn't say l was rude or impolite
enough to call you names. | merely
said l was cynical" she demurred.
ooh, call me plain, everyday man
II you ike" he conceded graciously-
"if it makes you feel one tiny bit bet
ter to work off your cynicism on me,
Lady Fair TITS sweet to die for-er-
I'm not strong in poetry, Elberta, but
Pm willing to help you out all can.
So you want the marcel to be admired
by some wonderful being. alberta,
my child, don't you think perfect
man would let his thoughts run upon
er-scientific lines-and not undula-
lions in-hair linesY
"He wouldn't, I'm sure, labor under
the impression that he could make
puns," she shifted disdainfully.
even If he didn't make puns he
might be disagreeable in other re-
spects," suggested Mr. Terhune hope
fully. "His very projections, my dear
girl, would make him clear sighted
enough to see the imperfections of 9th
ers. Now, I think you are perfect,
but he probably would not take to you
at all on account of your imperfec
TONS"
Indeed? Would you enumerate
themT The tone struck Mr.. Terhune
as being slightly Icy, but however
foolish, he evidently was not lacking
In bravery.
"If you will for once let me assume
that l, even l, am a perfect man, per
haps 1 can give you few Of the ideas
he might entertain"
"Pray do. 1t cannot fail to be inter-
esting," freezingly.
'That reminds me. I met Miss De
land on the street this afternoon, and
never in my life saw so perfect
profile She is the exact type that
would make a suitable mate for your
perfect man And l think she has the
daintiest little nose I ever saw" rem
iniscently.
Elberta Redeemed slightly. She had
always wondered if her nose were not
trifle large. and her fingers uncon-
sciously flew to her face to be passed
furtively over the suspected member.
sand she always makes herself SO
entirely charming-she doesn't seem TO
be moody-one could not imagine her
ever being-er-rude. She is an ideal
feminine character, perfectly WON
AMY woman-she would give her hus-
band lust the proper amount of adora-
ton necessary to stimulate him to sue
cess-she wouldn't expect the perfect
man to waste time In admiring mere
woman-a frail, impulsive, whimsical
woman. The perfect man, my dear,
would probably-at least possibly-De
the center Of attraction himself. can
imagine that his wife would occupy
the subordinate position of second I'D
die"
Elberta sat quietly stroking her nose
with her finger, evidently deeply alb
sorbed in thought.
"John-do you think my nose is-very
larger she asked timidly, almost hum
bly,.
"Oh, 1 have seen few larger" de-
clared Mr. Terhune airily.
1t is hard to have ones sensitive
point SO negligently handled, and the
girl looked at him in grieved surprise
81 had no idea you were so disagreea-
bly, critical. OF course never thought
l was beauty, but can't help the
size Of my nose"
"Of course you can't" consolingly'
Nobody can blame you for il" he de-
clared piously 1--WE should not blame
people for their misfortunes. we
should sympathize."
She looked at him second, tears OF
modification In her eyes. You are
cruel" she said in muff1ed tones from
the depth of the red pillow where she
buried her face.
| Mr.. Terhune without her eyes upon
him permitted look of satisfaction to
creep over his face.
."Wouldn't 1t be awful to live in the
same house with a. man SO perfect