The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-06

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 .Well langh hyon viii, yoa Ettls heart oe flint, but n was . catastrophe b me. Perhaps you dont know what it is to love with ali yous heart and soul with all the length and breadth. and depth, and strength of spirit as stroag and passion ate as enduring, and to feel that this love will never meet return
 sYes, do. know all about is--you fosget the counts
 sOh, pooh. You don't care for him What do yoa know about love, want to know. Well, that evening, sis, vas preseaseA to the queen of Newport, as some of her admiFers called her. Add che vas a queen, sis-a queen of nohle natures crovning. Queen, lily ard ruse in one. truly. My dariisg, beautiful, peerless Louiser'
 "There, shere, Doug! Spare me yous raptures. You're . married man, recol- lect, and it doesn't sound we'll for people to praise their own property. How did you follow up your introduction ?"
 didn't follow 1t up not ]. was in love-hopelesxly as l thousht-too proud to enter fhe lists with the empty headed hobbledehoys ever lowering around her, feeling sure che would laugh at me if she dreamed l could dare to iilk my eyes to her imperial iace, and not possessing moral ssength enough to turn myself away from the syren who had fascinated me. And 90, unknown and unno,iced, watched her from distance, loved in silence and hopelessness. grew gloomy and misan,hropical, and began 10 think it would be pleasant to enter . monastery, shave the crown off my head, clothe myself in sackcloth and ashes, and renounce Satan and ali his works and pomps or else bury myself alive in some bowling wilderness, where, far re- moved from melting black eyes and the rosebud garden of girls Mir. Tennyson sings about. might become second edition of St. Lenanus, or some of them and die in the odor ot sancity.'
 :. \ delightiu. picture. l'll try it my self some day, If the count does not re- turn to his allegiance soon. But, my
 
 we may get at the end of your story, for confess we were as near 1t when we be- gan as now.'
 Patience, patience, sis. Patience. and smoke your pipe am coming to il. Among Louisa's admirers there was one.
 "Aswarthy, dark broxed fellow.
 With devil .s hiz eye"
 as Stoddard hath u. This fellows name was Rohan, a foreigner of some sort or another-a Norwegian, rather think who dressed we'll, was distressingly polite, and greatly admired by the ladies. never could endure the man-perhaps because he seemed 10 be the favored knight of Louise, and fanoied there was little love lost.
 Louise was an early riser-a very early riser for a fashionable belle. and every morning, at an hour when every one else in the hotel but the servants and some of the old fogies were sleeping. she used to rise and set of for breezy morn- ing walk. Some of her lovers were de- voted enough to arouse themselves from the embraces of the drowsy god to wait upon her but fancy, from their sour, grim visages and hah-closed eyes, she did not find them yer, brillian, com panions. Mir. Rohan and l were the only ones who made habit of getting up, betimes, among the young men so we had frequent opportunities of seeing and conversing with the Queen of New port These opportunities l did not stated but he did, and the angelic frame of mind in which used to watch them going of together every morning, you may imagine, but cannot describe.
 "One day, as saw them star, for their customary stroll, some inward feeling, alike uncontrollable and irresistible, tempted me to follow them. knew the road they had taken-a- lonely, unfre- quented path which they had often ua- versed before-and set ofi after them. They were already far out af sight, stand ing still when xaw them again. Neither of them perceived me, and had time to stand and contemplate them unseen.
 .'Rohan's devilish eyes were blaring, and he was talking loudly and 6ercely. One hand gTaspcd the wrist of Louise, and held tt in iron grip. The other held pistol pointed at her heart. The sigh, seemed to blind my eyes as gazed, and felt morally certain, in that dreadful moment, that the man was mad-the fire of insanify vas in his eye-its teRible look on his iace--iss thrilling tone in his voice, as he shrieked, Consent or die T"
 Good heavens" gasped l, horrihed |" And Louiseg"
 Dear, brave Louise v said Doug. l will never forget how she looked at that moment. Her slight form drawn up to it's full height her face deadly pale, but calm and stili as statue of stone 1 paused but for second, then, with the terrible spring of a panther, was upon him and hurled him violently to the ground, where striking his head upon a stone, he lay stunned and sen.eiess. As be fell, the pistol went od, and the hali passed through my arm and lodged in the shoulder of Louise. She reeled, and would have fallen. had not caught her in my arms, where, white and cold, she