The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-10-13

@Ik.ow % little ofthe ways of ladies." l" he said, -shat am always afraid of putting my fool in it; bu, l do believe that you would help a poor blundering fellow out. You see, Mss Lacy, I've something on Kiy m,nd.'
 "Ye< = she said. quietly in;erroga,ive
 1 suppose shall have to SC; up my house. presently" he wen, on 4 ;err- hle undertaking for bachelor"
 Well" she said eneouragingy. there's ready remedy
 His face buga,eaed. bu; then he shook his head.
 Now. do you think do you really think. said he, l" ;ha; nigh, venture 10 think of asking lady. clever and awialiy pretty he was looking down. now. and lost fitting expression in his eompan- lons face, which beaatihed l, wonder fully. Us so much trouble for lady you see.
 Trouble." sad Mss Lacy Dear me. no. You are loo modest. Mr Fer cival. The rsh, sor, oi laiy viii no; mlad the trouble
 He rose uneasily. and came nearer het hear; bea; a h,iie qa.cker ;hAa usual.
 Well. perhaps not II only knee how ;o put l, ,e her :" l; isn't every laax sho would care 10 share
 Well" said Mss Ltey. "yoa ean only ind out ey asking her
 To be sure and fl you th.nk. Mss l.aey-you who know the place and the people, and the kind ot llie. anu Al that.
 She had p,iiowed her cheek on heg hand. and was watching ham wi;h d curious tenderness.
 ., think ,he woman would De goose that refused you. she sad and then the door opened. and Sep,imus came IF. IT his lost dreamy way, and sad
 Hello, Pefcival. I've been hunting for you. I've lust le.t tha, book IF yoar room roude you know. Nha, !o yoa say ,o a walk over to hins : Comet, Ne could do ]; by SIN easily
 :. To be sure. with pleasure. sad Fer clvAl. rising and Tn three minutes the, were gone. and Mss Lacy had no, heard the word she was waiting tor.
 She trowned. and tapped her foo; in- patiently He vii! toInc back. she said ;o herself. "er heswill write. and went to the wiadoS and looked out. dreaming What .A boy he is What deaf. engaging. simple-hearted bo, Oh. he mus, come back tomorrow. and perhaps tonight. She crossed into her bedroom. and sat down before the mirror. You will be very happy NO man. after all. she sad. nodding ,o her own reflection.
 Bu, pereival did no, come back. and he never wrote When he returned hom hls ~alk he found telegram summon,ng hun 10 hls mother. She was dyins. and he started of by the nigh, tram to Lon dor.
 CHtfIIR Il.
 The Easter holidays came on. And Fenny Royal was deserted by that part of its population tha, hung abeu, ard around the school. Boys wen, home. and masters a-traveling. sep,imus mar red. and made for Italy. Mrs tt- quhart departed for seaside cottage d, Sanne,on, where she spent large par, oi every year. And Miss Lacy. after paying few visits. returned rather sadly to Penny Royal. and took tiny lodging. just large enough for herself and her piano. Her position was not nearly 90 pleasant as II was before. She missed the lively, informal entrances and exits of her brothers rooms. She seldom met Mir leroival. and almos, fAneied he avoided her; and just ai this tune her small income was reduced by the failure of an unlucky investment. She be,houghi her of Mrs. lrquhart. and orayed the comfort of her friendly countenanee She appealed ou, of her dreary mental desert dispir,iedy
 find me some work fl you can. am lonely out of spirits. and out ofpoeke, You know what can do. and feel should like for awhile to leave Penny Royal"
 Mrs. Crquhar, at once besiirred her self. as friend should. and dcvIsed a scheme of relief Half dozen pupils were gathered together, ou, of the home steads of Sanneton, cozy rooms were taken. and Miss Lacy arrived with her music books and French grammars, one lovely spring evening. on the top of the Sanneton coach. comfortably wrapped in fur cloak, and alighted at the inn door. where her friend waited to welcome her She never forgot the drive tha, day. over hiii and down daic. Memory stored up every inoiden; for future years. The few hours we sat perched up alof,. speeding along through the liie-brea,hing ar of the moorlands, onward through pano. rama necessarily changing. the musical trot of the horses fee; beating tune upon the white. quiet road. which wound along the sides of hills where browsing sheep lifted up weird faces to note the in,ruders upon iheir quie,ude brawi of stream lets, through the green, seques,ered val leys, where here and there heron stood feeding and al last the sea. which lay beneath and around, as they climbed the cres, of the last steep hlll, towards whose lofty heaving bosom they descended. as s..erln clnsed ,r-aM .h.s arel, u...h h=-