The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-07-21
 A LAKESIDE MUSING.
Chicago Tribune. ,e me the handaline v

Give me the bandoline'
 The soft. mellow ,inkle of bells came floating over the hills and dales to the lady Cecil Mulcahey that June evening as she stood before the glass in her boudoir, beautiful articles of virtu, choice bits of fancy-work, and all the new corn remedies that were scattered around in graceful confusion giving to the room an air Of refined beauty that one so seldom sees outside the precincts of Naples or kokomo.
 "Yes, Madame replied Nannette Stiggins, the French femme de chambre, handing her mistress the required article. And does Madame, wish her vina- gret?7
 No" replies lady Cecil, cold, cyni- cal smile passing over her features as she speaks. Lord Reginald de Courcey Short will yet rue the dsy on which he laughed my apple-pie to scorn," she con- tinued, speaking softly to herself, and told me, with cruel sheer on his lips, that he would, ere the ruddy glow of autumn faded into the snowy whiteness of winter, wed simple Ruth Redngote, the humble cotter's daughter. He may think that have forgotten hls words, that have choked away the grim wolf oi despair that has been gnawing at my heart, but time shall teach him better shall bring home to him with terrible. crushing force, the truth that hell hath no fury like a woman's coms-like q woman sconed, mean '-and with a twirl of her taper fingers she chucked the powder-puff deftly into its box and began long, weary search for the hair-brush.
 Summer in Chicago. Up from the pebbly beach that is kissed by the laugh ing waters of the great lake comes the sensuous zephyrs of a perfect June night, The merry shouts of the children as they start out. skates in hand. for an evening of riotous fun, mingle with the low, sad sough of the wind as it signs among the deserted ice-wagons, and over all there is a breeding silence that sometimes awes even the ligh,es, hearted of the merry crowd that throngs the streets. Ruth Redingote and Reginald Shor, are walking arm in arm down the prinei- pal ,horoughfare, and IS the sas-ligh, falls with htiul flicker upon the pure young face of the girl her companion looks down 10 her with smile. She has , come in from her happy country home in St. Louis, and sees for the frs, time the strange, new sights of a great c.,y. Reginald thinks. as he gazes fondly upon her that there Is none so fair as this woman, none ,ha, could So securely bind i his heart in the silk letters of, d pure, holy affection. He feels ,ha, witheu, the sunshine of her love life would be an evil waste whereon would lie the whited skeletons of hope and ambition. And So, feeling lhus. Il seems 10 him ,ha, he cannot to too much for her. eonnot make hls yielding 10 her every wish too plain. And So, bending over her, his bright young face aglow with the kindly lgh, of a deep affection. he asks her if there Is anything she would like any delicacy in the briiliantly-ligh,ed windows that en- viron them on every side
 Yes" answers Ruth. a pleased look in her deep. luminous eyes. ;.onh like some,hins.
 What s i,. elarlins :" and IS he speaks the las, wer l trgh, crimson blush sunuses the slrl'> ,heeks
 She hesl,a;es sn irs ant. and then. IT clear. ringing tones. ome forth he words
 Lemon pie
 i A low, fendI:h lansh breaks upon the night ar. Reginald iuras hastily, and there before him, more beautiful than ever. stands the Lady Mulcahey !" Lemon pie. she hisses heroely. And this is your chosen bride you who are so oul- turcd and refined. My vengeance is satisfied and with another moeking laugh she fees away into the darkness From ".i iluksamf Eah.' by nnra. Rahfea3