The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-07-26

1&1@ He&DS1 nA WkS11 toI uSt HtkiS t0FSf3 Mere sent by her to one of the first of the English public schools.
 No one nov could have ventuxed to speak of Maddalena as different from others, save as by her genius, her indus try, and her noble faithfulness to a trus, committed to her hy a dying friend, she exceiled all other women upon earth. When, therefore, after several years oi our school life had gone by, our grand mother died, and the question of eus nEhx to our grandfatherss property had to be tried, this (his suresf ground fos contention of our claim) was cut from un. der the feet of our adversary. A t turned ont, however, the quesaiou of Maddalena's capacity or incapacity to think and act reasonably did not require to b. entered into, for an unexpected champion appeared. While she va baltling with the world for us the Italian doctor, to whom reference has been made had been busy gathering together evidence in support of our claim. He brought it forward now, and it proved 90 complete that the case was not even taken into court.
 My brother and stepped into our in- heritance, and Maddalena at our earnest entreaty assumed the management of our old home where we spent the first sum. mer that followed the events have mar rated. We were then nearly twenty, and we had been for some time at the Uni versity of Oxford. It will be imagined that we were perfectly happy, but I am forced to confess that we were not quite SO happy as we had been. Lena, indeed. had not changed. But this, think, was the principal source of our discontent. We would have liked her to change a little. We would have liked (at least so we both persuaded ourselves) to see her show some small preference to one of us over the other. Thefe were two of as, and we were proyokingly alike, but there was only one Lena, and she had no right, we thought, to think of us in exactly the same way.
 Such was the state of our feelings when one day we missed Maddalena. We knew her love for the riverside, and we sought for her along the banks, Lucius taking one direction and l another.
 It was l who found her. She was in the nook she loved beyond all others, where, under overarching trees, the mountain ash, the birch and the willow, our river sweeps round a mass of rock covered with moss and ferns, and harbor- ing in its crevices the loveliest of flowers. Lena was seated on the moss-covered rock. Her face was in shadow and her eyes were cast down, but her lips were parted in smile of deep content.
 Feeling an indescribable pang at my heartsI pressed forward. It was as 1 thought. Our Maddalena vas not alone. The friend who had sustained and helped her through these long years-the Italian doetor-was by her side, and one glimpse of his face was enough to show me what had happened. l stole away as softly as l could and left them to themselves.
 Presently met Lucius. He looked at me suspiciously and asked if had found Maddalena.
 "Yes,"l answered, have found her. She does not want us."
 "Us" he echoed, angrily. "What do you mean ?"
 l put my hand on his arm, for he was on the point of rushing to find her. Lucius,' 1 said, the Signor Dottore is with her.''
 "Whatw he cried, here.r
 "Yes, here! in Maddalena's green par Tor. They look very happy. think we ought not to disturb them"
 From that moment Lucius and were friends, and we never fell out again.