The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-08

parted Be6ose moming - aleo had the II CaESoenia Rst," Manuella, and-the poet of Sierra Fiat.
 But, alas with them also had departed the fair fame Of the California Pet 7 Only few, and these, it is to be feared. Of not the best moral characta them seases, still had faish in the stainless hoooi of their favorite actress. @Is was a mighty foolish thing to do, but it'1l all come ont right yetD On the other hand, . majority gave her fnll credit and ap- probation for her undoubted pluck and gallantry, but deplored that she should have thus thrown if away upon a worth less object To elect for a lover the de- spised and ndiculed vagrans of Sierra Flat, who had not even the manliness to stand up in his own defense, was nJt only evidence of inherent moral depravity, but an insult to the community. Colonel Starbottle saw in it only another in- stance of the extreme fraiity of the sex 1; he had known similar cases, and remem- bered distinctly, sir, how a vell-known Philadelphia heiress, one of the finest women that ever rode in her kerridge, that, gad, siri had throwed over a south ern member of congress to consort with a = nigger. The colonel had also noticed singular look in the dogs eye which he did not entirely fancy. He would not say anything against the lady, sir, but he had noticed-and here, haply, the colonel became so mysterious and darkly confidential as to be unintelliRible and inaudible to the bystanders.
 A few days aker the disappearance of Chubbuck singular report reached Sierra Flat, and it was nsticed that Bos- ton, ho, since, the failure of his elab- crate joke, had been even more de pressed in spirits than is habitual with great humorists, suddenly found that his presence was required in San Francisco. But as yet nothing but the vaguest sur mises were aAoat, ard nothing definite was known.
 It was a pleasant afternoon when the editor of the Sierra Fla: Recoyd looked up from his case and beheld the figure of Mir. Morgan McCorkle standing in the doorway. There was a distressed look on the face of that worthy gentleman that at once enlisted the editors sympa- thizing attention. He held an open letter in his hand. as he advanced toward the middle of the room.
 As man he has alters borne fair reputation" began MT. McCorkle, slowly, : should like, if so be as could. Mister Editor, to make correction in your valooable paper"
 Mir. editor begged him to proceed.
 That same party I'd knowed better nor flower years, two on 'em campin' out together. Not that I'd know him all the time, fur he war shy and strange at spells, and had odd ways that took war natu- ral to borned poet. Yer may remem- ber that l said he was borned poet ?"
 The editor distinctly did.
 "l picked this same party up in St. Jo., takin' fancy to his face, and kinder calklating he'd run'd away from home for Pm a married man, Mir. Editor, and hev children of my own-and thinkin' besides he was borned poet"
 "Well?" said the editor.
 And as said before, l should like now to mako correction in the columns of your valooable paper"
 What correction" ?" asked the editor.
 |" said, ef you remember my words, as how he was borned poet"
 "Yes."
 From statements in this yer letter i. seems as how war wrong."
 aWell ?"
 @She war . woman. n."-Erehasge