The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-01

1oA pay that much"
 The girl clapped her hands with joy The pallor had left her cheeks in the at- tractive possession of rose tint. CHAPTER II.
 Laura, if it be possible in this world gave more than satisfaction. Joe, the boy whose nose was always out of order, was indignant to think that girl could excel him in the matter of @edging sp ems, but he soon became reconciled for that was the only course left for him.
 Look here," exclaimed Laura one day, just as she was preparing to go to dinner, didn't you wipe your dirty hands on my shawl P
 :" Me ?" asked the boy, opening his eyes.
 "Yes you. Look here, Joe, if you eve. do that again I'll hurt you"
 $ Wy, l though. it was the towel.n
 No you didn't. You knew that il was my shawl"
 What's the matter p asked Mir. Robinson Grabley, stepping to the door of the editorial room.
 This good for nothing boy wiped his inky hands on my shawl" Joe, if you do that again shall punish you"
 If he does it again won't leave enough of him to be punished P exclaimed Laura, her eyes blazing with anger. al will not be imposed upon in this way"
 "rhere, there, that viii do. If your shawl is ruined, go to Patterson & Co. and get another one. reckon we can pay for it in advertising"
 "The shawl is not ruined, sir. It is the insult that makes me mad"
 "l am sorry done it," said Joe. "I won't do it any more and wish" here he began to blubber. Don't cry, Joe," Laura almost im- plored, relen,ing. "I didn't mean to hur, your feelings. The old shawl is nearly worn out, any way. Don't cry. There, now," taking up his hat and placing i, on his head. That's a good boy, now, Hush crying"
 Mir. Robinson Crabley was moved. @What . strange girl," he unused when he had again seated himself at his table. Natural, though. How few natural girls de we sec. She's beautiful, too. If l were not getting so we'll along in years, hanged if wouldn't ask her to marry me. Blamed if don't t anyway. know she likes me. Five dollars per week. Well, 1 should say SO. Nov, nothing would suit her better than to become my wife. She might not get her five dollars week afterwards but she'd have the satisfaction of running me and the paper. don't believe that I've given enough thought to the subject of marriage. When man has been defeated for county clerk and then starts paper, why hang it. the sner feelings of life slide away from him, but believe that I'm in love with that girl. When she comes back from dinner, believe I'll send Joe away, and sound her somewhat on the proposition. I'm afraid, however, that I have . more serious matter in hand at present That article l wrote about Justice Grayson will doubtless cause me some trouble He is thiet though, and l did exactly right in printing my epin- ion of him. My opinion, why, its the public's opinion as we'll He's in town, to-day, I think. Wonder if he knows that he is keeping me away from my dinner.n
 The outer door was opened, and a buriy man entered. The editor, who had arisen, at sight of the man, sprang to the table and had pulled out a drawer con- taining a pistol when the man, which proved to be Justice Grayson. seised him, and wreseing the pistol from his hand. threw him on the 6oor. Then there vas sound of hurried footsteps, quickly fol- lowed by blow and groan. When the editor arose, he turned to Lanza, wAo stood with an iron side-ssick" in her hand.
 "You have saved my life, issle wo- man."
 l"lhope he is not dead" i" she exclaimed ia alright.
 sNs, hs is oaly stunned. m 70 afher