The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-02-10

V0 A4aE &&4A4 sAA44 0*Ek k0z3 1&A4A AAIA castle of hope. blown to hzgsnenss in the 6rsf blast Arthur Blake vas going away. had learned He had got tlred of Bos- ton. and fxncied that he would do better to ges into basincss in New York. There was noehirg to bind him to either cio. He was quite free His nearest relative was an uncle who would help to sexrle him wherever he should chose to live :; and Arthur himself had little property ofhis own, and need not be in any kiit- ing haste, or afraid of taking a weeks res, and tune to lock about This much had been told me that very Wednesday morning. when was on my way to spend the day with Bessie
 But Bessiey asked ot my inform ant. .s-5.--.-e
 ''i fancy tha, they are oT.- vas the re- ply. You know :, wasn't an engage ment-perhAps only fiir,Ation- At any rate, sa~ Arthur waking ou, the other evening with IuliA Raymond. and a: the same time Clark Rivers was making cali on Bessie. Arthur and Julia passed the house. and saw them sitting in the wtn- do~.7
 went on in troubled frame of mind. thinking ,ha; ,his beautiful. sunny-sAiling lIt;ie love affair which had oeen the de lIght of my e,es. ~as. perhaps, running among the breakers, , longing 10 interfere. vel fearing 10, since outsiders 50 often do more harm than good. And the monen, l sa~ Bessle's pitfal smile, knew ,hA, she sas being torn on the reefs,
 50 Clark Rivers came to see you the other night" sad. as we sat together ID the afternoon, Bessie a, one window. l a, the other, looking oat into the rainy street and listening to the rising wind. Yes said Bessie. keeping watch. could sec, on the opposite house, no; ,o lose sight of Arthur when he should come home. There would be so fea more comings home, for he was 10 so away the vey nea, day.
 Il ~ish Clark soglda'; come here she said. after a pause. "l don, care for h'm but he seems 'e want people ;a ;hink thA; l do. Maybe he doesa', mean II; but is us: as provoking.
 was turning esei photograph album. and stopped II a pis,uree Ia. ;hai sase me chAnce to SAY soaeIhag e.se ! santed io say.
 his is sefY good aha;s | 7
 az Raymond. sae iAses sel iiese
 5ss one Of ,hese fares ts.at box aess D a pie;ure. h<eazse ;, laes..-r.. z..z5 >ae hss mere pretty iea;-Fcs. but 10 eN- preston.
 Bessie's face brish.ene,4 h,.te some people ast.lslfc her sefy much. she sad. flia;ls.
 ..i don, kua. any one sho does. replied in a careless voice.
 Then there was silence. saw Arthur come home. walk ap the steps of the house. without even looking across the street. go n, and presently appear n the window of h:s room. directly opposite us Bessie sat with eyes do~ncast. her color chan sing from red 10 white. her bosom heaving with the tumultuous bea,irgs of ' her heart, her poor little hands all in \ ! quiver.
 The young man may have gwen swift glance across, but II was only glance. He closed one of his windows, and. since the window vas now high, closed the blinds too. all but one-hah :: and then he disappeared. lie had been won't 10 sit there. and. with some pre- tense of reading book in h;s hand. keep watch on the girl over the way. both of them happy m that companionshlp. though. perhaps. they did not bo~ even l 10 each other.
 looked a, Bessie as the last blind was closed. and scarcely could restrain an exclamation. so pale she had grown. For moment she seemed on the point Of dropping ou, of the chair But. ss she d.d not look up. kept silence Poor child. That shutting oi blinds seemed 10 her. knew. like shutting her out.
 The wind rose and beat the trees. and twisted oi; leaves and branches. !, shook the windows, banged the blinds. tore of slate roofs and earned he slaEcs about i,ke feathers. Underneath oar window i, ben; a street lamp od i;s pos, and sca;- tered the broken glass about. There was a roaring IT the chimneys. a crash every moment, as some shutter. skyiight or fence went by the board. From our shel- tered ~Indoas we looked ou, on the storm. with that in;eres, which such freaks of nature are calculated 10 inspire, Bessie with the cold lis;lessness of cfea- ture half senseless. She never sad word, only glanced out now and then. and idly soribbled on a piece of paper ,ha; lay on the window-ledge.
 After awhile. began 10 suspect that Mir. Arthur Blake vas not so very far from the front of the house as he would have us think A glimpse of a coat sleeve was vouchsafed me from behind the blind that was half shut: and soon got comfortable assurance shz, TO, look or motion of the pallid girl al the other window ~zs lost On him While looked the wind rose m one of its most fearful gusts |, flung the rain in my face as If its drops were ice instead of water; I, caught the maple tree under the window, and bent is head 10 the earth !, carried on is wings leaves, dust, biicks. slate, everything # could catch :: and |, caugh, and earned out the slip Of paper sn Srhich Bessie had been scrib- bling for the last half hour.
 She started up with cry. and trsed to catch II back. leaning into the tempest without though; of its fury. wide awake now, and as red as she been pale the mo- men; before