The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-07-12

gnsted that swung myself against his fat little body, knocked him down, and when say him sprawling on all fours in bed of thistles, had such a fou rire that felt certain that he would never for give me he gave me fearful look, and |i heard him swear under his breath. Affer that thought he never could re- turn to see me, but he did few days ago, with a huge scratch down his face. He has one redeeming point, he plays Chopin divinely. But must hurry now with my toilette; the dinner must be ready; we are going to the hotel. As I have no time to consider, Ishall wear the black lace-Vive Lumley.D
 felt just then twinge of jealousy. She certainly looked exquisitely fair and charming in her sable garments, which threw out in strong relief her golden hair. creamy skin, and soft round arms Every detail was carefully attended to a white rose perfume was sprinkled on the deli cate lace handkerchief, the small feet were slipped into exquisitely embroidered slippers, and jet dagger stuck knowingly in the sunny hair.
 Mir. Talbot had put on clean waist coat, but alas. his fingers were still ink stained, the noble badge of the scribbling profession.
 The hotel was just across the road. When we entered the hotel there was about fifty people sitting at long table, there was great noise, a great hubbub and chatter of plates and dishes. No- body was en grand toilette excep, Mi net,e and myself, so for few seconds we were the exposure of all eyes. felt quite shy, and was glad to lapse into chair; Ninette enjoyed the admiration her presence caused. She made MT. Lumley vacate his seat, which was nex, to hers, and she wished to tell me who some of the people were. saw her give MT. Lumley very eoquettish, killing glance.
 Ninette continued, while was devour- ing the leg of poulet: "You see tha, lady sitting next to papa? Her name is Mrs. Brown--she is rich and has buried two husbands. and is on the lookou, for third. She has fixed her designs upon my poor old dad. She pursues him even into the sea, for she always bathes when he IS disportiag in the watery deep. Such fun That man opposite to you. Mon- sieur Theirry, is he not like turbo. and seal: He is delightful to talk to, only you must shut your eyes if you wish to be fascinated you will meet him in the sea: his old sister and he is 10, a chick en, being over forty years of age) Is teach ing him how to swim. He is looking out for wife. think that when you see him roll about in the sea, Susan, your fate will be scaled" and we both laughed.
 - Le, Susan eat her dinner Tn peace.. remarked Mir. Talbot you are a rare chaiterboN and remember. she girl has been travelling, and looks tired"
 In the interval of silence which fol- lowed this. cast a glance at MT. Lum- ley. Alas. he was not looking at me nor at my wonderful raiment.
 Dinner over, we left the noisy hotel and repaired to the dear silent old garden. The moon shone brightly 1t was deli oious evening, still and balmy. Nine,te and l wended our way so the far end of the garden, where there was a bosouet several benches embedded among trees and flowers. A dozen of Ninette's ad- mirers followed her she was now in her element, a queen among her Asubj ects. She was surrounded, and was having an argument with the "Turbot." I was looking at the distant woods illuminated by the silvery light, when a deep brt musical voice, which thrilled me, said:
 " Is it not lovely night, Miss Russell "a night to throw an artist into despair. How can poor painter render this soft mist, that blush atmosphere. those grand shadows, those weird trees and starlike flowers: You are, am sure, fond of art" he continued, turning his soft dark eyes upon me.
 How do you know that?p I said rather brusquely, for felt nervous.
 :" am phrenologist," he answered quietly, and can read you like an open book
 Can you? That is dreadful; you must then sec all my sins, and they are many
 He smiled
 No, many, bu. you are your own en- emy often you lack concentration and decision"
 think you are mistaken, MT. Lum- ley said. growing red aud excited. If had no will, should not be here now. My aunt Lady Gray, did all in her power to prevent my coming here, and my dis obedience may cause me goed deal of trouble. l am an orphan, dependent more or less on her kindness. She is wealthy, and am poor.'
 The old story he exclaimed, look ing sadly into space. fTalent is power why don't you work out your own saliva ton by cultivating gift, and become in- pendent! l have wealthy uncle, a | brewer he IS savage with me for refus- ing to be his partner in the brewery, which means wealth, and misery to such a temperament as mine. have strong | will. and have almost starved in Paris in l order to study art thoroughly the good time has come. My picture of the labor CTS resting after hard days work has been bought by the French government. | My fortune will soon be made, and my uncle the brewer believes in me now. It may be a trite saving hut .noth;nu enc