The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-10-27
IT'S so DROLL.


  Little L5lIan Lincoln in New York Mercury
 The way the wisest men occasionally will make fools of themselves is some thing astonishing. Once man falls really and truly and desperately in love, he shakes hands with common sense and bids that lady goodbye, until he is safely married, and then doesn't he jump back 10 her side and obey her dictates, with a vengeance? And, as if to atone for his late lapses into imbecility and wild in- sanity, isn't he twice as grim, and infexi- ble. and matter of fact as ever before. l know very well women sometimes fall in love and turn idiots, too but not half so often as is.eii brothers .. ;a.e p:.::a.acaca sex. A woman, if disappointed, plucks up spirit and marries somebody else for spite. A man in the same condition goes and shoots, drowns or hangs himself, and sometimes, even when he has the disease unusually bad, turns politician. And to prove that don speak unadvisedly, but from sober experience. allow me to say a few things about my friend, Rubie Black.
 You don't know Rubie Black: There l have the advantage of you. for went 10 school with her, and had the rapture and glorihcation of knowing her perfectly, getting her completely oil by heart-no by rote, for in my heart she never had the shadow of place. Not that disliked her-oh, no. could no more have done that than could have disliked one of Rubens' large, highly eoiored. painted ideals. And she was just the sort of beauty that luxurious gentlemen would have gone mad aoout-tall, plump. full chested, round-wais,ed, sleepy-eyed, lan- gushing, lifeless. Her oval face was still as silent. summer lake, unruiiied in it's glassy beauty till il stagnates: her great, heavy-lashed. velve,y-black eyes knew neither sparkle nor flash; the full. ripe. red lips never parted for sleeful laugh, never were guilty of a school-kiss, never uttered an excited word the steady, crim- son glow of perfect health on her rounded. brunette cheeks never deepened or paled the steady pulse never throbbed faster nor slower with any emotion, the purple veins ran placid lymph instead of bound ing blood. The shining masses of coal black hair were combed smoothly of the low. unintellectual. emotional brow and fell in satin-smoo,h luxuriance. straight as an Indians, to her waist. She never laughed; lazy smile was as far as she could go m that direction. She rever wondered slight opening of the slug gish black eyes in faint amaze was all she knew of the sensation of surprise She seldom cried-a few tears if she hurt her self or got badly scolded, perhaps. She rarely talked and greatly affected mono syllables then. She knew nothing of hating or loving, small. tiimsy liking being the extent of her amativc propensi- ties. All her feelings were of the same vapory. cobweb order, except her self love-tha,was strong and durable enough. To love the girl was impossible-to dis like her, equally SO she was toe per fectly inotfensive for tha, but mos, of the girls at school rather despised her And yet. how beautiful she was can see her now, as she used 10 lounge hstiessly through playground and corridor on ,rop- ical Sunday summer afternoons, her rich black silk dress fiounced ,o the waist, brief enough in the article of sleeve and neck to display the splendid bust and large beautiful arms. The deep crimson jacket falling loosely open; the shining profusion of hair. in black chenille ne, with scarlet tassels; the eardrops of gold and coral always dangling from her pre,- Y ears, and the profusion of rich rings flashing on her little, plump hands. She reminded one always Of Dadu in Byron naughty poem, being
 -Somewhai languishing and lazy.
 But oi a beauty tha, would driyeyou crazy And so poor George Murray found, 10 hi: cost.
 One glorious June day, when the sky was at its blues,. the fieecy clouds whites, the sun brightest, the whole canister o heavens" as Mrs. Burlington says, glitter ing with azure, snow, and fire, we, of tho 1 pensionnal des demolselles, wen, ou, |, the country 10 make day of il. Once every month we had these fetes cham pesre. and went off in great country wa gons, bringing everybody in the villag, ou, to see those carloads of beauty anc innocence in floating muslin pass. Ant there with new milk and sweet wine. ans cake, and tongue, and green fields, ana sentiment, and sandwiches, and poetry and pases, we had fine times-better thar ever expect to have again.
 On this particular day, we had even en joyed ourselves more than usual ; which being interpreted, signifies, we has romped more and shouted louder, ane yelled harder and ate more berries, thar customary; and finding these gentle ex ploits fztiguing, after time, some thre, or four of us sauntered out through thu trees to indulge in little solitude and re pose. Among the number was our su' perb brunette. Miss Black-superbel than ever, in snow-white muslin, scariel belt. crimson geranium blossoms in hel hair, and little rosy cloud of laurel ir