The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-06

SLOWLY pSutuo G IIk V pU9pee and eoad~-a sun vfjcA she uoorhed sink n h1t with n the devout expression Of a fresworshippes. Then, a the edge of the disc disappeared. she turned round, darted into the cleft of the rock, and was gone.
 The. cleft widened after . few steps over some rough loose shingie, and heEe, well out of the drauah1 Peggy lighted q candle which she had bEoasht with her, and went on groping ber vay seeadily forward into the heart of dhoss esand old cliffs which have be0 the wonder of geologists of late years, but which nobody thought a great deal about in Pegy's time.
 Po4Ry's best time, that is-for Peggy lives and dourishes still, and has growr vesy stout and ouxom, and laughs when she tells u is story, as she has told it to the present vnter-vith all the fears and troubles in the background of some fiffeen dusty years, and with the sum- shine, as she says, "rouna about her everywhere" And yet it was Peggy's best time, for her good looks, and health and strength of youth, and the faith and courage of love, and in the belief even in old country superstitions, which she dung to with the rest of the good folks in Felspar, who believed in "all the, wonders" just as unsophisticated Peggy did.
 But Peggy was showing her belief by acts having great faith, poor little dreamer that she was. And the proof was in this desperate expedition, and in the sudden hA~ s~ jagged part of the cavern which had been widened out into some semblance of rough-hewed room, and in planting her candle on an anvil-shaped rock that stood in the centre, uncommonly handy for catching unawares the kneecaps of rash explorers. And had any one been listening, which there was not-for Tom Grasp would not have followed her into My Ladys Chapel" for the wealth of Felspar, and was even lurking outside with his hair on end-he would have heard this extraordinary appeal, to the hidden genius of the place, supposed to be propitiatory to all intersections if uttered five minutes a6er sundown, neither more or less, because her lady ship loved punctuality, objected to be
 
 important business elsewhere:
 Lady of the Grey Tor chapel (:his re- peated three times), listen to me, Peggy Brantwell, speaking with all her heart, as all must speak who enter here, please bring luck to my dear Luke, change his bad luck into good, and help us all you can. No one has seen me come in, no one shall see me come out. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven (which being the exact number of letters in Felspar. was supposed to be the principal part of the ceremony). A, b, C, d ito the end of the alphabet). High, low, Jack, game. Amen" Here our superstitious heroine blew out her candle, deposited i, as a votive offering to the gods on the extem- pore altar, and grouped her way oauti- ously and timidly through the Assure to the daylight, which shone at last ahead Of her, and which she was so long in dis. covering that she began to fear she had taking wrong turning, and was coming out at the other end of the world.
 There was only twilight left, in fact, when she emerged from My Lady's chapel, and it had not pierced very far into the shadows. It would be pitch dark night before she got home to her grandfather, she was afraid. Never mind, she had succeeded in her mission, and perhaps luck would turn now. At all events, she had done her best to make it turn, and no one could blame her after ward. And no one had seen her come out. and-Yah.
 Peggy gave vent to very substantial, unromantic, and high-pitehed yell, for exactly in front of her, and evidently highly amused by her exit from the cave - grinning like a goose" she called it afterward, and in her hot indignation was Luke Shands.
 CHAPTER ii.
 Luke Shznds was a very fair specimen