The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-08-23

t. am old and alone in the world and n sad need. You are young and strong md to you tura. implere you, e the last of my family, the only one living upon whom have any claim to come to my succor if 1t be possible for you to do 90. Your uncle,
 STEPHEN HARTLEY
 "Mr. Henry Hoimes."
 "I am glad you are going, Harry," ThaIia said,, as she finished reading. " Poor old man, all alone in the world and needing aid-his is sad lot"
 q knew you would feel %. my darling" Harry answers; and then, the letter for gotten, they talk as lovers delight to do, until the moments, flying by, bring at lass the dreaded time of parting.
 "Who is the drone now, Thalia Rivers, 1 should like to be informed?" exeiaims Ida one evening coming into her cousins room fully arrayed in an exquisite ball costume. "lt is almost time to be going and here you sit with that everlasting picture in your hand. Thalia. Thalia haven't you forgotten that nonsense yet! 7"
 No, Thalia has not forgotten. although the last three years have been bewilder- ing time to the girls shrinking, .tiring nature. She is growing more accustomed now to the thousand demands and forms of society, but they weary her infinitely.
 Not one word since their parting has she heard from her lover but, as she had truly told him, neither time nor place can change her heart" and deep down in its pure recesses is still enshrined one handsome, dark face, with grave brow and speaking eyes.
 What do you think Renie Andrews told me this morning ?" Ida says month later.
 '.I'm sure do not know" Thalia re- plies, looking up from the book she is reading.
 "Well, wha, aould you say if my cor oneted destiny were even now on his way to England. Renie tells me that her cousin from Ireland is to arrive in time for her fe,e, and that with him is tc come a veritable Croesus and heir to a pros pective title. Renie says that he is hand some, too, for she has seen his picture l tell you what, Thalia, feel it in my bones-as nurse used to say-that this young stranger will pot return to his an cestral acres as unencumbered as he comes. Some English girl will certainly captivate him: and why should it not be your humble servant
 By the time her cousin finishes, Thalia's face is full of the amusement she cannot repress; but Ida is too much engrossed with her pleasant fancies to notice or be offended. That same afternoon the post man brings letter to Thalia, addressed in bold, manly characters. She has never seen Harry's writing, and yet her fingers tramble, and her soft cheek f1ushes, as she opens the envelope for something tells her whose hand penned her name. Inside are only few lines:
 "DARLISG THALiA-(if may still cali you so)-This day in which write brings you your twenty-6rst birthday, and the end O. the period of our probation. If you remember and still adhere to the words you said as we parted, send to me a cluster of flowers like to those took from you as a remembrance, and which have worn ever since close to the heart that beats now as fervently for you, and you only, as it did then, three years ago.
 HARRY"
 An address follows. The next mail bears with it Thalia's answer. What it is the reader may surmise.
 The weeks glide by, and at length, to lda's great delight, the day of the looked garden fete dawns. Ida looks regally handsome. Thalia's quaint sim plicity of dress suits the giriish style well. The afternoon is waning, and as yet no stranger has made his ap- pearance.
 It is warm, and, little tired by game of lawn-tennis, Thalia strolls of to a rustic seat Throwing aside her hat, she leans her kead upon her hand, and for awhile loses herself in a happy day. dream Suddenly step approaches, and well-remembered voice speaks her name.
 With startled eyes, Thalia springs to her feet to find herself drawn to a warmly beating heart.
 sFDo you know me, Thalia ?'' come back to me"
 He laughs-a joyous laugh.
 My constant darling !" he murmured.
 eesse ySe Ss&aA eAS A~ooy oA4o A kO leave your luxurious home and become a poor mans wiie?"
 "We will not be poor, Harry, for we shall be rich in love"
 A look of almost adoring affection ills the young mans earnest eyes as they rest upon, the sweet, downcast face.
 Fhave something to tell you, little one" he says, "that will surprise you. l went to Ireland expecting to find rela- tive, old, poor and needy; found an uncle, titled, and the sole representative of rich and powerful family. His letter had been vorded thus to try me. He vas in need, he said, of affection. Il found him waiting and longing to extend to me the fathers love l had never known, and stand here to-day as his heir, waiting to claim the wife who loved me when poor and obscure, and who, trust, will care for me just as much in my changed circumstances"
 "You are . lucky little thing w Ida says, when the truth is made known to her and think vrur ~aee y,rov>< that