The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1918-04-30

Slri, OF course, but a girl, ana appar
emily a nice one. More than that, she
looked vaguely familiar, he was sure
that he had seen her somewhere be
fore. He looked and looked, piecine
together vague memories. He had seer
her In Dawesvillel In school, very like
| ~. Perhaps she was one Of the Muir
ray girls; they had hair like that
BY the time dinner was over Matthew
had decided very definitely that this
was Alice Murray, nice little thing
to whom he had never paid much at
tention back in DaWesviIle-she was
| younger than he.
He went over and spoke to her when
he was through with his meal.
Pardon me, isn't this Miss Muir.
ray?" he said.
The girl looked up with a startled
little smile.
"Why-yes. Matthew Edwards !
should never have known you, you've
grown to look so New Yorkish. Do
you live here?"
Yves" Matthew managed to say.
He was staring at Miss Murray with
an expression of outraged amazement.
For out Of her little red mouth had
proceeded the golden voice, the voice
that belonged to the girl.
Goodness, Matthew" she was saw
ing. Don't look at me like thatl What
Is queer about me? l haven't been IN
the city long enough to acquire an air.
| know, but | didn't think"
Il didn't mean to stare" he apoIo-
gized. It's awfully nice to see some
body from home. What are you doing
here, and why haven't / seen you be-
fore2"
Newspaper work. I've been busy at
night, mostly, so I've eaten nv meals
at the most unearthly hours. But now
I'm free again, only six hours in tbe
middle of the day to work. It's good TO
see you, Matthew"
There was no doubt about # Alice
Murray, In some fashion, had ammo
priated the voice that belonged to the
golden girl. The curly hair, the dim
pies, the long-lashed blue eyes. where
were they?
During the days that followed Mot.
thew saw good deal Of the Murray
girl. He took her to the theater: thew
went skating together; they did all the
jolly things that the young people at
home were doing. And Matthew loved
her voice. After all it was her VOICE
He tried to be faithful to the vision of
the other girl, the girl who had never
been, but somehow, slowly and surely
1t had faded from his memory. Straight
hair is pretty If it is very black and
frames an oval face set with hrioht
eyes. And girl does not need dfmnIes
if she has laugh like a chime of
bells-that is Matthew's expression
and the very sweetest nature in tba
world. Before the winter was over
Matthew knew that there was no
doubt about it, he was In love with the
little Murray girl.
He told her so one day tn spring
when they sat in the park together
He told her, and she told him soma
thing, too; something that made them
both very happy, so that they sat hold
Ing hands and watching other couples
who passed with smiling eyes that pre-
tended not to notice the clasped hands
do you know" Matthew said Of
length, shat l first fell In love with
your voice, before / even knew II was
your"
did you? How funny!"
Eyes, and 1 tried to imagine what
you would be like. And do Won know
it's funny, but imagined a girl lust
about like you, she even looked like
you"
'How very strangel" she repeated
at was" he agreed.
And the strangest thing of all was
that Matthew really believed If He
had forgotten the curly hair and dim
pies. He really thought that he had
imagined Alice as she was, dark hair
Notwithstanding. And perhaps he had
for after all beauty is only skin deem