The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-06-21
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 Well. you'll nave to some day. vou seen Then Mr. John Jones lit another cigar from the old one. and went h,s way: leaving Frank more puzzled than ever with his new friend.
 But tho next day an event occured whice drove Mr. John Jones mooey and everything save one thing out oi his heAd-MilIicent Keene, was in Enalano in London!
 When he saw her leier lying on his table, Fgand Abbot feared it could not be real. No; before him lay . few lines in her handwriting:
 @My dear Frank-I have returned at Last. an st No. 4. CAxson Piace.- Yours, MlLIlcENT KxENE.n
 EaIly as it vss, he rushed ous of his office, jumped into cab, and sped away to the address she gave him.
 We may pass over the raptu,es and embraces, ,he renewed vows, the general delicious character ot that long defer red meeting. We may suppose the ex- planation of the lost letter accounting for the girls silence and ve may pic- ture her sympathy with her lovers mis- fortunes. and her approval of the manly way in which he had gone to work to retrieve them in some degree Lef us imagine them very, very happy, sitting hand in hand in room at No. 1. Cax- ton Place; Millicens, by the by, looking more beautiful than ever, her charms not lessened by the look of joy in her dark eyes.
 Their first transports are over. They have descended to mundane things. lr tact, Frank is now telling her that he be- lieves he can count on so many hundred a year. What does hts darling think?
 Miss keene purses up her pietty mouth and knits her brows. To judge by appearances. she might be the most mercenary young woman. Frank waits nes reply anxiously.
 Il think we may manage" she says. ''l have been accustomed to poveny all my life. you know"
 Frank would have vowed to work his finger to the bones before she should wan, anything; bu, rer ,en bering just in tune that his profession n worked with the tongue instead of the hands, checked himself. He thanked her with a kiss
 ''When shall we be married ?" he said.
 She looked up at him shyly. Would you think it very dreadful if said the sooner the better! In fact, Frank, I have come from Australia to marry you. If you had forgotten me, should have gone straight back"
 Next week!" asked Frank, scarcely believing his own happiness. Will next week be too soons Onc advantage of being poor and living in lodgings IS that we can be married without any bother about a house."
 Millicent gave him to understand that neys week would do. She was staying with som. distant relative. No one consent had iC be asked. She had told her father all. The day Frank chose she would be his wife.
 How is your father 7 forgot to ask" said Frank.
 Much the same as ever." answered Milhcent in way which inferred that Mir. Keene's struggles to redeem fortune was as great as before.
 Then she dismissed Frank until to- morrow. He went home walking on air, and, like a duuful son, wrote to Mrs. Abbot, telling her that Millicent had re- turned, and next week would marry him. Mrs. Abbot's reply may be given here:
 My Dear Frank-l say nothing. am too much mortified. If any young man was ever called u>on to marry money and build up the fallen fortunes of family, it is you. My last hope is gone. The obstinacy of your character l know too well. If thought could tutn you from your purpose, l would come and kneel at your feet. If knew Miss keene's address, would make one last appeal to her. She, believe, was a sensible young woman.-Your affection ate Mother"
 CONCLUSION.
 Frank laughed at the idea of Mrs. Abbot kneeling at his feet, and had not the least intention of sending Millioent's address
 He saw little of any one for the mex, few days except Millicent. His poor friend Mir. John Jones, called several times, but each time found him absent.
 Your master is neglecting his busi- ness" he said sternly to Franks small clerk.
 Got something pleasanter to attend to- said the youth with a wink. He was a sharp lad, and able to form his own opinions.
 One day toward the end of the week Mir. Jones did succeed In catching his young friend, and, moreover, in smoking the whole of ioag cigar in his sociesy. Look here, Abbot" he said, whats up with you? Are you going to be mar riedI
 @Yes," said Frank, "l am"
 Thought so," said Mir. Jones. "When
 @Next Tuesday" answered Frank as laconically as his strange friend.
 Girl got money%
 neal" No poorer than am."
 That's bad. Tell me all about it."
 Every man in Franks plight likes a friend to unburden his heart to SO Mir. Jones had the whole history of his love