The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-07-12

is a will-o'-the wisp, never loses her own little head; and as for her heart. she has not got one
 At this moment Ninette ripped up to him exciaiming, Now, MT. Lumiey. you have quite neglected me long enough,D casting such a reproachful look af him you have hardly said a word to me. It is growing very chilly. let us ali come back io ;he farm. We shall have tea and music.'
 !" ought to be going to bed,n be an- swered aWe artists ought to retire to rest early; but if you are going to sing, that will be certainly temptation
 l will sing if you will isten."
 We all followed her into the prim salon, quaint room with old-fashioned furniture and hideous prints, one especi- ally representing our Saviour, with a curly beard and hair, smiling and point ing to big wound in his chest; the pendant represented a saint with his head under his arm.
 Ninette opened the piano-her wor- shippers stood around-and in a clear. rich contralto voice, with her mischiev- ous eyes especially fixed upon Mir. Lum- ley, she began:
 Paddy o'F.inn. again and again.
 thought you loved me dearly
 But now find you've changed your mind,
 lis ugly Nora Grady"
 For moment l thought this was an allusion to me, but then 1 am anything but ugly: still 1t was uncomfortable after the long talk l had just had with MT. Lumley in the garden.
 Then she rattled of French song:
 Je yoriais te surprendre par un terdre
 baiser,
 Mon Colin, mon Colin. tu vas me Ia payer. y
 She darted saucy look at Mir. Dyce, who grew shade paler, and then ended by singing exquisitely:
 Oh, sad was the day when my love and
 parted
 sasourneen Dee.ish, Eileen Oge.n This time all her admirers had the benefit of her coquettish brown eyes. which under the emotion of the song were suffused with tears :Aner voice re- sounded like bell.
 Everybody felt the spell. A rap,urous encore followed this song: but as the vil- lage clock struck twelve, Mir. Talbot. whose ways were peculiar, blew ou, all the candies, and the twelve men. or apostles as he called them, had to de- part immediately. The farm doc. was then locked by Mir. Talbot, and we all three departed to our respective bed rooms. Before the clock struck one I was m the arms of Morpheus.
 Early the next morning the ho; sun poured into my room, the cock was crow ing, the hens cack!-d merrily. A peas- ant gi,l, with yellow kerchiet round her fair head, brought me bowl of cafe au lat, and roll and butter. A few min utes after, Ninette danced into my room. Her golden hair rippling down her pale blue peignoir. She had in her hand number of letters which she tossed eaylv over her head.'
 All these are bille,s doux,' she re- marked smiling, and not one from any, one care for; still it is very pleasant to be admired and liked. Now here is a sonnet 10 my beaux yeux. Here is a song addressed 10 me. This man begins oy addressing me as his soul Men are such fools "
 What heartless little fiirt you mus, be l said from my pillow, munching the delicious roll. Have you never loved anyone, Ninetie:"
 You dear. sentimental, absurd crea- ture." she answered, jumping up on the bed and upsetting the cafe au lait. "Il suppose may as well confess to you tha, have suffered from that madness once ] was very young, about seven- teen-bu, 1t was the real thing neverthe- less, and the consequence was that had to suffer for it. l was engaged to ! young Scotchman, canny one (like all that nation and when he discovered that | would not have any money, he trans ferred what he called his affections to a wealthier, but ugly maiden. For a year was unhappy. and then became cyn- ical and hard that is the result, Susan. ot trusting man. Now, my special de 1 lightis to torment and torture any lord of the creation that happens to come in | my way. If ever should be fool enough | 10 marry, it will be for money, position, and power; all real tenderness for man. kind has gone out of me forever l am Iond ot animals nature ? love: and genius l revere. Noiia my creed .r
 And that handsome Lucifer, what do you really think of him ?n
 " He would be fine model for statue pr painting with black wings. like iirting with him, because of course he is but marry him-never. He would require constant incense besides. he IS not rich. like to conquer: when hat IS done-the charm goes"
 IL does not follow, Ninette, that if one man proved heartless-and the Scotch Ire known to be canny and seeking their ,wn interests-that all men should be ike that"
 can only love one. When I fancy hat my feelings might get the better of ne check myself, for what man do I snow worth caring for? If Shelley. Keats, Goethe, or Alfred de Musse, came aere and paiC me some attention. then 'f course there would be danger for my ,eace of mind. But those buds of alent--' and she gave a oontenptuous 'hrug of her shoulder. l.
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