The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1911-08-29

er three get it than a rank outsider
like Delafield."
"Mr. Delafield is not society man,
them"
"Oh. lord, no. hope notr' calculated
Dicky piously. Does he look like
one" He indicated the figure Of Mr..
Delafield. who was approaching them
with eyes bent upon the ground.
'No." breathed Eve quickly. and her
swift glance took in the tall form,
strong brown hands gripping a pana-
ma hat, while his noble head was
barred to the light breeze. His dark
earnest eyes were lifted to hers, when
Dicky halted him and presented him
to his fair cousin, and after they had
searched her sweet face with its smile
of ready sympathy, her cornflower
blue eyes, her diadem of golden hair,
her flushing cheeks, they never lnger-
ed away from Eve when she was near
him.
They fell in love with each other in
stantly. Afterward Dicky said he
never saw such complete case Of
heart complication" In all his life.
The three sauntered across the grass
and examined the courts. which were
being rolled for the contest on the
morrow
Hope you lick Ba-a Ba-a, Paul." OBJ
served Dicky.
"I'll try" returned Delafeld abb
sently.
MAKE the purple and silver bite the
dust" went on Dicky "Send the
orange to the wall. Spatter the courts
with green and white-by the way,
what are your colors, old mann"
Delafeld turned abruptly. IT never
had any until few minutes ago. IN
tell you what they are after the
match"
"Ah, and some fair lady will wear
them tomorrow"
YES" admitted Delafield, reddening.
But she doesn't know she's wearing
my colors."
''How's thatY' demanded Dicky curl
ously. while Eve felt pang of jeal-
ousy that some other girl had already
confscated this splendid specimen of
manhood.
'I'll tell you tomorrow" promised
Delafeld, and he would say no more.
Later, when Eve had left them, he
drew his friend into a rustic summer
house and said abruptly:
1'Dicky, the time has come to own
up to my identity. My silence was
only maintained from a dislike Of
newspaper publicity. You've heard
my father was butcher? He smiled
down at his shorter companion
Il don't care If your father was
hangman.' protested Dicky stoutly,
land you needn't tell me anything
about it If you don't want to-"
-'Time l owned up now I'm through
college. My father is Tom Delafeld,
the packer. and he put me through
college as a worker; said I'd turn out
better in the end. Hope / will At
any rate. know the quality Of friend
ship" He gripped Dicky's left hand
and squeezed it affectionately.
Dicky's brain was Keeling. Paul
Delafield was the son Of one Of the
richest men in the country He had
chosen to work his way through the
university, gathering about himself a
few friends-like Dicky himself-who
were worth while Dicky shook his
head feebly. what will Ba-a Ba-a
say?" he asked.
The match came off the next day.
Eve Osgood wore a pink frock and
carried pink sunshade. and Paul
Delaf1eld was so distracted by her
that he nearly lost the game. but in
the end he vanquished Ford Dexter
and his friends and carried the trophy
to Eve. who watched his approach
with shining eyes,
Bravo" she said as she shook his
hand.
Dicky was examining the silver cup
what about your colors, Paul? You
said you'd tell us after the match"
Paul Delaield reluctantly released
Ewes little hand. He looked at the
pink of her cheeks, the golden glory
of her hair and. last and longest, into
the shy wonder of her blue eyes.
my colors," he repeated in such
low tone that only Eve and Dicky
heard. and Dicky slipped away and
left them alone my colors? They
are pink and gold III blue" And
his eyes rested on the blue and were
satisfied.
Ho Was Cured.
A chap once consulted a famous
physician about his dyspepsia. The
patient was very deaf. The dialogue
between the physician and he ran like
this:
What do you usually breakfast on?'
"Oh. no! At least two miles In the
morning and motor ride after lunch"
How many hours do you sleepT
well, doctor. was ffty-nine my
asst birthday"
Are you married"
thirst"
With a gesture Of Impotence, the
physician turned and wrote out sim
pie remedy for dyspepsia. The pa
tent, as he departed, shouted In the