The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-01-19

ls was as expecesd, so pus the iink carefully in my pocket, rushed out and boarded the train, which had come to standstifi. A second more and the steam was fndins it's way into the cylinderx the pissons were working. the dnv,ng g-wheels were slipping on ths icy track. the train had started. and was on my way to Germantown.
 LINN THE THIRD. Time Quarter-past eleven on the same night. Scene-The great hall in Jack Harper's country house near German- town. There is no hgkt save from the glow of the fire on the vide hearth, about which sit half-a-dosen people toasting their keet and ankles and listening to thrilling tales of ghosts and gohlins ap- prcpriate by time-honorsd csssea-se Chr'stmas-tide. There is Jack, himself, great. buriy fellow, seated in low leather-cushioned armchair, pufing up volumes of fsmcke from a viehiy-coSosed meerschaum that he holds firmly be- tween his teeth: opposite him sits his adorable Anne, neat. sturdy little Eng fish woman, who loved this brawny American so well that she forsook her kindred and friends and her native city i of fogs and rains to ~ed him and to come 10 dwell among the Yankees ,n this new land of the free. My old friend Dick, straddling chair and resting his arms on its back. smokes cigarettes uneeas- l ingly and listens to the tale of the two l links which l have just been rehearsing. There are two rather intelligent young ladies in the party who gare at me with a kind of wrap, awe as dwell with partie- ular stress upon the more supernatural points of story.
 "l remember something of that" says Dick, lighting fresh cigarette. but was sure tha, wine had grea, deal 10 do with it.
 "Oh, how very strange" exclaimed Miss Jeareys, one ot the young ladies who comes from Boston, and who is.said to be little inclined to believe in spirit uai;sm; i, is quite more wonderful than Miss Atherton's dreams"
 "Oh. yes" chimes in Miss Maynard, d cousin of the Harpers. fair girl who goes to Vassar. but who IS now taking her Christmas vacation !" she tells things ,ha, are preternaturally bew,lder- ing. bat really think yours are much more strange for Miss Atherton $ are dreams after all. while yours are waking experiences.
 May ask who Miss Atherton is ?" say. when they had finished ,hc,r com ments.
 q She IS my sisiet,'' puts ln Mrs liar per, Tn her sweet modulated English tone of voice: Natalie De Mervcille Ather.on.'
 "De Merveille .' l exclaimed. rather i excitedly; that was the name tha, the old gentleman inquired about, and that could not recollect'
 De Merveille was the name of my mothers father,' adds the lady. quietly l As she speaks there is rustic of curtains at the end of the hall. the heavy silk DOT tiere is pushed aside, and another young lady comes toward the group. The light is too dim for me to discern the features, and when she Is introduced to me as Miss Atherton, fail to get any more than q glimpse of her face. Little as II IS, how ever, il reminds me strangely of the young woman l have met so mysterious ly twice before. She sits on los stool with her back 10 the fire, and her features arc 10 all in,ents hidden from me i "Have you had any more dreams, dear :" asks her sister We were tus, talking aboa, those wonderful visions of yours.
 Is your headache better :" inquiries Jack, blun,ly. " You have been asleep long enough to cure hali dozen"
 have been dreaming. and my head ache IS better, she replies and nouee that she IS looking al me rather intently
 Oh, do tell us ~ha, you dreamed : : esclaims Miss Ietfreys tand then turning to me Do you know. she was not in this country at all during the Centennial. and yet she dreamed of having visited the exhibition and when she arrived here she seemed to know all about Phila- delphia. though she had never been in America before. Did you ever hear of such thing, Can you aocoun; for |, ~
 am sorry 10 say cannot" reply 1; and as speak these words notice that Miss Atherton starts suddenly and appar ently trembling as If Tn chill.
 Ii IS very strange she says; but l think there IS something more remark able about this, my las; dream, than about any of the others"
 "Oh, do tell us, urges Dick II hope you don't mind my cigarette smoke
 Not in the least, she replies, swee,ly i; and then she begins to relate her story
 mus, go back to my Centennial ex- Perienoe," she says. -To begin with, you remember told you ,ha, m October of that year 1 was Tn Rome. On the 2o.h we expected To stArt.fot raris On the evening oi the ig,h we were 10 20 10 party q, the house of the English minis ter. lay down after tea, suffering with A headache, and slept for several hours : |, was then that had my dream of day spent al the exhibition in Philadelphia. thought tha, Grandpa De Merveille was with me-Cr4ndpa De Herveille who at that time had been dead ten years as she says this she turns slight ly, and the red glow of the ire falling on her face shows me tha, she IS. without the shadow of doubt, the same young vo-