The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-08
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 He psspsu.ded sAa di8culy ss tAs pessoa uho hronghe him his cuG6e and vas answered hT . sweet voice faIl 6l sympathy. joAany vas struck hy sAe toass-tAey vere @ soA and yes so clear. "This is not Frau Werner,- he said. Are you her danehter9"
 "No.' answered the sof, low voice, I'm Loefa-s
 @ohr' he said, and tsen stopped. The name did not give mv-A informafioa, but tt was the name ot the countess cf WerdenSels, his pic1nre-love. ~Well, Losta,S he continued, will you help mel Can ycu teach me to nes, for ex- ample.'
 If you wish 1t, sir, but now eat this egg. You must eat plenty or you sill get Johnny burst ont laughing ai the idea, which split the coffee. Never mind; do not trouble will bring some more directly" and the young girl Oohnny felt sure she was young) vent quickly and softly out of he room, and before tt seemed possible had returned with fresh supply. 'When will you teach me to net? l shall be very awkward at fra, yoa knov.r It vas nos Lotta's turn to aueh-such merry, musical laugh. Johnny had am afraid cannot leave my work in the morning, mein herr, but after din- ner 1 shall be at lbersy;;" and Johnny was obliged to be content with that Everybody was very hind to him everybody came and waited on him but he was impatient for the afternoon-for the netting lesson. What an exquisite voice the girl had Yet she could only be a servant. Perhaps her voice was her only good p0int-a compensation from Dame Nature for coarse and vulgar looks. The idea was a shock, all the same; Johnny thought a good deal over it. He had plenty of time for thinking. The netting lesson was a success, and soon it came to be understood that Lona was his favorite attendant When he grew impatient because his big fingers were so awkward with the mesh, Losta would take it, and ses everything right When he grew depressed, Lotta would cheer him up. When tke hours seemed interminable, Lotta found something fresh to interest him.
 She was mystery to the young man He questioned her about her famly, bu, when he reflected afterwards upon hex answers, he found himself very little wiser. He felt rather ashamed to ask others for information which she seemed inclined to withhold, but hs even stopped 10 that to gratify his curiosity. He gained nothing. Nobody seemed ,sclined to tell him much ps sre than Lotta herself
 One day she was dusting his room putting his hcnks, brushes, papers, etc in order. When she came upon his un. finished picture, she exclaimed in sur. prise
 .Carlotta von Werdenfeis .'
 Do you know itr he asked eagerly
 "Yes, indeed, very well.' | "How IS that? 1t is smali-it is nol celebrated; besides, you told mo yourself you had never bean to Innspruck."
 have seen copy elsewhere" with sigh of weariness.
 shall never finish her! That daut gives no idea of her beauty, her grace her exquisite charm"
 "On the contrary" said Lotta, de cideoly. you have made a very prett, picture"
 And poor Johnny va. grati6ed with her words, though he said to himself What can a dienstmaedchen know about art r
 "Now, Lotta, he said, whese is n, work? shall finish the cabbage-net fol Frau Werner before go. Why did you start? Did hurt you 2"
 "Yes, little. My finger is sore; it i. nothing"
 "Ah, poor child. wha, is the matte, with it 2"
 Johuny's tones were full of sympathy
 "i cut it pesling potatoes"
 He felt as if he had received a cold douche. For some minutes he netted IT silence
 .Shall l read to you p said his willing handma laid, seeing he did not sesm dis posed to talk :; and she took up volume of Heine and read his scoruful contempi of fine ladies and gentlemen,. and hi. honest admiration fos the worth of the peasant !; and Johnny sat.and listened and wondered whether this kind, patient serving maid wasn't, after all. worth al the fashionable girls hs had over known The doctor came that evening and gavs . very favorable report of his patient These scr:d always be a scar, but shs eye was uninjured and if Herr Luptor was prudent he might be able to travel in . week"
 In spite of this encouragement, Johnny vas out of sorts. Nothing pleased him Lotta was in despair. At last she said timidiy.
 Would you like me to sing to you 2
 "Can you sing9" cried Johnny, ssars. ing up in astonishmen:- But there i. no piano. If had my violin, now! Bu perhaps you don't care for an sccompani. mena p
 "There is a zithsr in the house. l car play little fl you liks, that is." Of course Johnny liked and he sat los' in vonderment while Losta sang voiks lieder; very simple things they were but her voice lent them an additional