The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-10-27

A is an odd conglomeraIion that you and can't form any idea of. Cousin George don t look on her with ,he same eyes as Cousin Fannie. Beauty. like charity, eovereth a multitude of sins"
 annie shrugged her shoulders dis dainfully.
 Chaque homme son gou,. Let him do as likes. If he makes fool of him self and happens 10 marry her. one com fort is, he'll repent it all his life.' With which cousinly and christian speech Fannie and Sue marched of. and Viva and followed their example, leav- ing Rubie at her own disposal. IL mus, have been dull interview, with the con- versation all on one side; for Rubie was as taciturn as an Indian. and had not two ideas in her head. But the man had fallen in love-yea. yerily. a, frs, sight with the beautiful, brainless doll: ard if she had been a perfect idiot, would scarcely have known 1t. Her silence was set down to grlish timidity: her idio, ( "yes and mo " 10 youthful simplicity and the wise. talented, clever young poe, took the :insel fer pure gold. The whole thing has been mystery 10 me 10 this day. He often me; girls worthy oi love worthy of him and his genius. and as handsome. in their way, as ;his dark eyed Inflammation of the heart. and they had never qaiokeaed one pulse within him yet he was madly infatuated with Rubie Black al a moments notice-she who could no more appreciate him than swine could pearls.
 NIT. George Murray and Miss Rubie Black were long time getting back 10 the farmhouse and when they did they were obliged to part, for Miss be Mil had regarded them with a witherng look as they came up. The contrast between his long, lingering look behind" as they parted, and her utter indifference. amused me and walked up to her, and careiessly asked:
 Well, Rusie, how do yoa ike Mr. Murray:'
 Well enough
 '' Are you going ,o fall in love with him
 No"
 Are you sure:a
 When are yol going 0 meet him again:'
 l QOH NNo&.
 laughed and lef, her. b., watched inc passing events wi,h some interest; They met again and again. Where there's a will there's way. and George Murray h ad decided will of his own. They me; m the village Il concerts, at school girl parties. a, lectures, at fifty places, and never saw any one so desperately in love as he was in my life. He couldn't leave the village; he haunted the prosy pensionnat like a ghost; he wrote " thoughts iha, breathe and words that burn, for every magazine near. and sen, them 10 her The village journal was full of Lines 10 Miss K- B." :" Ac.ostics. To Beautiful Brunette. :" and so on, ad lntinitum. He followed her like her shadow-never left her side for an instant, fl he could help 1t. until he and Rub.e became the talk of the place. And all the time she was the same Rubie. one side fire, the other ice. l wondered inwardly how 1t would all end and really pliied the poor fellow. for. whether she refused or accepted him. he was equally an object of compass sion.
 But |, had more tragic ending than SNSu dtCAHiCu oi- NUOic naQ DeCn down to the village one evening. and on returning, noticed splendid bouque, she held ID her hand, and inquired where she got il.
 NIT. Murray gave il 10 me"
 Did he: You met him in the vii. lage:"
 She nodded, and slightly laughed-so unusual thing with her tha, looked al her ouriously.
 What are you laughing at s'
 Why, i,s so droll. He gave me this bouquet. and walked along with me and wha, do you think He sad ~
 Something pretty, l dare say. Wha, was II :''
 Why. ,ha, he loved me. and wanted to know If I didn't love him,
 And what did you say: -
 " No; of course. don't care abou, l him
 ~Wha, did he say when you refused ! him =
 i "Oh, he went on at a dreadful rate i 1 don't remember a word of I. and l think he must be little crazy. told l him to go away. for everybody was look ing. And so he wen, but he looked so | Ntidt was A1iNS VI And. with this unusually long speech. Rubie wen, away 10 put her flowers in water and l sat thinking of poor George Murray until i; grew dark. and saying to myself: What a pity some men ever fall in love
 And next day the news came.
 think had forboding of what was to come and when opened the village paper. and read it there, i, only con- firmed what feared. IL told how the gifted young poet and orator had been found dead in his room. his pistol beside him on the t'oor-shot by his own hand and |" no one able to assign any cause for the rash act
 Fannie Danfor,h cried as if her hear, was broken. We all shed a few teais more or less bu, Rubie-she only opened her black eyes in the old way as she heard il:
 "Sho, himself Dear me How dread.