The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1919-08-19


they are-letters. I'm making a bon
fire CT the letters Mildred wrote me
and that's just what they are good
for.
Milroy's heart jumped. If some
thing had come between his friend and
the girl they both loved, there might
be chance for him, for next to Carey,
Milroy knew she had seemed very
friendly to him.
What Is the trouble, old chap,
something that can be Strengthened
out?" Milroy asked.
Carey shook his head with a growl.
Knowing the ways of his good-hearted
but quick-tempered friend, Milroy said
nothing but waited.
A moment later the crouching fig
ure handed up small letter, and Mil
roy took 1t. He recognized the fine
handwriting, the girlishly formed let
tiers, and the memory of them as he
had seen them In brief notes to him
came back with rush with memories
of her.
AAO WCAb " LAAC WAnQOW anu ODeUCU
the letter. The chill of the first line
struck him first Instead of the low
ing terms which a loved one might be
expected to use, there was the gaunt,
cold, formal: my Dear Mr.. Myron."
From that cool greeting, hardly one
that a girl would send to her lover,
Milroy's eyes ran on to the body Of
the letter. 1t began: 81 feel that it
Is time that you and came to an I'M
derstanding," and 1t went on to state
In cold terms her idea of his be-
havior. Undoubtedly It was a let
ter that severed the relations between
them.
Rising from before the crate,
Carey looked at him with mournful
eyes. There's the end of a sum-
mer's dream; and why it should be
don't know. Ny COMPOUNDED hot tenn
per made me write things while ago
that did not mean. She failed to
keep an engagement with me-went
off with an old beau and left me
in the lurch. I wrote bit holly about
1t. I'm done-and suppose it is
your chance. know how she re-
CARDS you"
Milroy stopped his reading. IF you
have lost interest In her"
Lost interest In her," Carey said
sharply. Man, love her more than
I ever did, but no man with any sense
of honor can belittle himself by get
ting down on his knees after getting
q note Of that kind"
Milroy started to say: IF a man
loves a girl enough, he will get on his
knees-or even do more than that"
but knowing his friend he said moth
ing.
Throw the letter into the fire
with the rest Of 'em-that's where
IT belongs" said Carey shortly. 'Pn
be sorry for the whole affair before
1t Is over, but that's the way / feel
now"
Milroy started to hand the fateful
letter to Carey, who took it in his
hand and then paused.
ne lOOACQ a. lAAn WAlu lnublnk eyes.
II have always thought you were the
chap for her. know you have been
out of touch with her since our en-
gagement. You might as well start In
where I left off. Take the letter
along; her new address is on it, and
you can write her. am done. I'm
going to get out for a months hunt
ing trip in Maine. and when come
back. you can let me give you din
ner. I'm done with all this business
"a man in love is like an animal of
his feed. And l have been off my
feed and my trolley ever since last
June"
Milroy tucked the letter into his
coat. at the same time making an at
tempt to cheer up his gloomy friend.
yet knowing that the golden oppor-
tunity lay before him.
From the apartment he hurried out,
after vainly endeavoring to let little
sunshine into his friends mood. The
small envelope in his pocket with the
precious address seemed to be warm
and comforting with hope.
He could not resist the temptation
to draw 1t out, and as he walked he
turned to it Attain. Again the cold,
formal greeting came into view; and
once more, he read on, reading the
cold lines that had led Carey to make
a sacrifice of his cherished love letters
and to decide to hurry to his Maine
camp long before the best season was
at hand.
Then Milroy stopped short as he
turned a page. There was sudden
break. space Of white, and the letter
began again: my Dear-YOu see
how really cold-hearted can be If
want to, don't you? And guess the
preceding part of my letter has given
you a good scare. Really. If l did
not know how fine-hearted you are,
could not forgive, but"
Milroy went cold. The mistake was
plain; the little joyous game she had
been playing was evident. She had
written the first part of the letter in
GOlQ DuOOu DIS u AlItAC ACScOA Iva
Carey; he had read no further, but In
his quick, impulsive way had reasoned
that their love dreams were over. If
he had read on, he would have found
all the tenderness a charitable girl
heart, deeply in love, can have for
the one beloved.
AIilroy stood breathless as the
thought came to him: I can keep this
letter, and Carey and she need never
know The next moment he cursed
himself for the thought, turned. and
to the wonder of the passerby, hurried
at rapid pace down the street.
He entered Carey's apartment, to
find him morosely packing his bags.
Carey looked up wonderingly, and
Milroy held out the letter.
In the familiar. If impolite language
of long friendship, he said shortly :;
You laundering idiot, when you get
a love letter. why don't you read all
of It'll Nov take that letter and
read itw -