The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-11-10

the young man as hewas led by his com pAnion through the elegant saioon. On every hand ~here the evidences of wealth and refinement, and the guess were cer- tainly of the creme of paris.
 am anxious to see the Tpddess.s ' he said 10 his friend, an evident curiosity in his eyes-those iopaz. tinted eyes, that had thrilled so many women in the days gone by
 = Look, she is passing .' whispered the frend: and Howard Lawrence turned gracefully, bu, lazily. 10 lose, in an i'm siant. his indifference and hold his breath. as though he had found himself suddenly before shrine
 The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was crossing the room on the arm ot d man whose name was d power Tn PAris her dress of amber. sho, with wine. touched his hand as she went by : her diamonds flashed in the gzsligh,. but her dark eyes were brighter. as they lifted for one moment 10 his own, he felt as though chain had been flung about him and he was a captive
 Her cheek and brow was white as mat ble. and her delicate lips rieh with dcwy. crimson bloom, her head, earned like A queen $ was weighted with coils of dusky hair, her form was slender and willo~y. every movement one of grace
 Halt an hour later and Howard was benoing before the queenly beauty. his voice full of real pleading as he begged her for dance. She took his homage as right. and wove, as the nigh, vent by, the spell about him, thread after thread and fold alter fold. and when the morning broke Howard Lawrence knew that. for the hr,t tune. many as he had wooed. the heart he had though, too calm for love had learned the lesson
 Week after week he fingered m Paris hunting any spot m which he might meet the beautiful niece of Mile koslne, and the gay French gallants took the deep devotion oi the stranger iorShc talented singer tor a test, but for the tso mos, in- terested il was no meet subject for laugh ter, for sometimes. when she had been most klnd 10 hlm, the black eyes would flash forth glance of almost flame. the white hands would clasp together pas sionately. and sudden curve of naughty seorn would mar the delicate beauty of the scarlet lips.
 At length the iinal momen, came. Tn which, with beating pulses and trembling voice, Howard Lawrence told the stor, of his love. The singer, sitting silent and cold, heard him to the very end. and when. overcome by his fear, he sank to his knees at her feet and begged for her love as fer his very life, she sprang to her feet and drew from the reach of his hand.
 Have not tho gay people of Paris ~oman. she asked. A woman whom Il would be madness to love: Have they not told you that in my smile IS no warmth. in my bosom no heart :"
 |" But you are human.' he pleaded |: you cannot be utterly withou, feeling. and love you so we'll so truly. lwould be your slave anything. Only be kind to me. l am nearly mad with the love you have wakened -
 Let me tell you that which may prove to you how truly the people of France have spoken when they told you l was hard and cold, Let me show you how the falsehood of one man has destroyed all feeling in a heart once too warm and tender, Rlse-,he tale IS long "
 He rose to his feet and stood facing her, hls handsome face as white as death, his eyes darkness with emotion.
 '' was the pet,ed child of wealthy father she said. her voice coldly clear !" All things, the best of life, were show cred on me by that fathers hand. and my g,rlhood was joyous as dream. when into II stole the first fam, shadow of love
 He winoed visiblv. but the clear voice went on:
 My lover was handsome as god. csurtly and polished. He won the heart of the trusting girl. giving nothing noih- ing in exchange save a few low words d few tender hand clasps a few false VOWS :. When the girl stood above the body of her dead father and learned that she must face the world alone to earn her daily bread. the love that was life to her vas not near to cheer or comfort when one touch of her lovers hand would have been to her more than untold gold, she found that she had leaned upon reed, and bitterness that surpasses death was her portion. Homeless, her young heart torn by pain and wrong, she left the scenes that mocked her, and Fortune. in the shape of Mime. Rosine, found her and folded her in luxury, bu, no, until the girl had made VOW to make oi men but pastime-to take their hearts, as one had taken hers, and break them wi,hou, mercy.
 "I am known as Vera Rosine am the adopted niece of madApe. bu, in time gone by was the only child of Clarke Anson. To your hand lay the rum of my youth, the chill of my heart, the agony which pride has overcome, Do you s,ill plead for the love you uampled
 ~ I do-on my knees .' he cried. kneel- ing before her. But. with proud. bitter smile, she turned away and glided from the room. trailing he sheen of her silken robe from the despalring sight.
 The mex; morning gave Paris-gay. giddy. laughing Pans-A new tragedy over which 10 shrug I,s shoulders and make a jest: for the stranger, whose