The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-01-19
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 .- l don't know" re,u urns the girl dream fly, answering some question: but her mind has evidently wandered from |; and IS los, in sad labyrinths of its own creation. She IS sitting amid the scented eiover-a great grove of pine trees mak- ing fragrant baeksround-and has taken her knees into her embrace. Her large earnest eyes are full of an intensity almost terrible in one so young and frag- lie, and arc fixed upon the break in the view through which the ocean can be seen, as l, lies moaning far down below.
 In her lap heap of dying roses are emitting the sweetest perfume. Half-for- gotten they are lying there, though plucked an hour agone to adorn the quaint old Wedgwood jars in the draw ing groom.
 :" That love you.' says the young man who Is stretched at her feet upon the grass, gazing into her preoceupied face with a curious intentncss. Evidently his prolonged stare disuesses her she fiushes delicately, and turns her head away.
 Let us talk of something else," she says, with poor attempt at ligh,ness
 ' Afterwards, fl you will. But first must get 10 the root of your mysterious speech" returns he, shifting his position so as to bring his eyes again 10 bear spon her averted face. You have almost = told me that you don't believe in my love for you
 '' Not quite that
 hf h 1t tf f.A I want you to tell me why
 How can 1? Even to myself an ex- planation would be difficult: and 10 you - She hesi,ates; her head Is bent now her slender fingers are toying nervously with the roses in her lap: the pale flush of moment since has deep ened into burning crimson. Still pitt iessiy he keeps his eyes upon her face, as though her childish confusion and dis ;ress ..tiord him some inward amusement. With persistence that amounts to cruelty he watches each variation of her mobile features, finding, Tn thus studying her transparent mind, selfish pleasure not to be foregone
 Go on," he says, evenly. To mel
 Why will you pursue the subject Y' she asks, ,remulously, raising her large eyes to his for moment.
 Because l wish it." returns he, still smiling. Under the smile, however, there is touch of mastery beneath which she moves uneasily.
 If you will have 1t, then,' she says. Il Is this |: there are times when think you love me; there are moments when | seem to know n-out there are moments when l doubt your power to be faith ful.
 He throws himself back on the grass and laughs aloud. Perhaps he has no, seen the agony on her young face or the wistful longing to be contradicted in her beautiful eyes.
 What baby you are. Vera. And so you think. with the little wisdom bred in your pretty head in this old fashioned grange-or borrowed from the village down below-you can read me through and through and sift my character with ease. Well . think so still"
 Such thought is torture," returns she in low voice, desolated by touch of tenderest passion. Tell me rather tha, my doubt is false.'
 ." A taste of punishment will do you good retorts he, smiling still and pinch ing her little shell of an ear in a gay fashion. Tut. now let us speak of tha, something else you were so eager for a while ago"
 A sudden curious flash lights her eyes her nosirils dilate. It is but a mo- mentary thing and then is gone.
 We'll. what shall it be abou, ?" she says calmly.
 You, Of course; what other subject do l care for" says S,ainer, quickly Perhaps he has seen that sudden Hash.
 You don't ask me what 1 care for" says the girl slowly, her manner still little strange.
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