The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-08
| MODERN PY0MALIoN.

Jcknsy Enpeoa was . vesy eafhusiaslic younG mn. Whoaher Gtexakuse, art or music, ke r1ved ahouf all and dabbled in escA. Fcrtnnafely, he vas not dependent upea any ooe q them for his oAi1y hgead or Johnny might have heen reduced b . vesy dry crust; he held . small govern meat appointment, wheie the pay was prstty good e times %. So he scrsped his yislin and danbed his canvases and wrote his iffle verses with a gay and care less heart.
 The summer had come and Johnny vas so have his holiday. He determined to spend 1t abroad, not with crowds of tourists nor h the most beaten tracks, but to seride out little for himself. He was tired of Icing petted for patronized, as he called it) by an his acquaintance for there vas something % fresh and youth ful about Johnny Luptoa that people were led to treat him af once in . friendly, not to sAy familiar, manner. This Master Johnny resented. His very name vas a perpetual annoyance to him. He pre- ierred to be called MT. Lupton, or Lap- ton, or even Jack by intimate friends {; but it vas no use-every one called him Johnny, and Johnny he was likely to be till the end of the chapter.
 So be determined to assert his personal dignity and to travel alone. Afser much consideration he 6xed upon lnnSpruek as his headquarters, whence he could make excursions into the Tyrol. He directed his luggage Herr Lupton in the most ostentafious manner, and hoped, for a few weeks at least, to get rid of the sound of the obnoxious " Johnny"
 He was so pleased with lnnspruck that he seemed likely to spend his holiday there. The people were very friendly, the town was picturesque but it was not only these charms which enthralled Mir. Lupton. We aave said he was vesy en- thusias<ic. The fact was, he had seen a picture in the museum which SO captivated his youthful fancy that the romantic young man was becoming second Pyg- maliou. It is true he had not painted the picture, as the Greek sculptor had hewn his statue, but he was equally in love with an inanimate object
 The lady of his dreams was dark, crowned with diadem of starry jessa- mine, Ad jewels round her neck. Her velvet dress hung in hesvy folds, and from her waist hung dagger in highly ornamented sheath. But the lady did not look musderous. Her tull, red lips were smiling and her eyes soft, as if vel coming . lover. The sky behind her vas blue, ike the sky of sunny Italy, and in her hand she held bunch of orange blossoms Her name, however, was Ger man. In the corner Of the picture one read, Cariotta, Grain von Werdenfels- This was the lady who kept Johnny Lup- ton in ;nnspruck.
 He had obtained permission to copy in the meseum, and day after day saw him there, endeavoring to transfer the fair features to his canvas.
 But he was to be driven away sooner than he expected. One morning, as he was standing in his accustomed place gazing in rapt admiration, he vas reused from his reverie by a slap on the back Ssek. S - ''---'e' ''''A ''-p '' ''s
 He turned round, with outraged dig consternasion when he saw the man. It was the greatest bore in the office Flight was the only possible course. Johnny gazed round like a hunted ami maL How was he to get awayf
 "Ahi Johnny, me bhoy !-delighted to zee ye! I've just been longin' to see . craythur that could understand the lang widge. Drawin' a picture, too. A foine, strappin' wench! Not SO Rood-iooking as Phiiippina Weizer, though. Come ard have look at her now."
 I'm sick and tired of Philippina Welzer and everything connected with her, and % you'l be if you stay here more than . day. What are your plans ? Where arc you geing?"
 @Ochl Pm just undecided. III be guided by you"
 Pray don't think, of such a thing Pray don't count upon me! Besides, I'm going. Pm of to-day-surning my steps homsva.d, you hnov. In fact (pulling out his watchl, must be of at once.n
 "Ye dout say %. nowT
 Hastily scrambling together his be- longingA cutting short his friends regress with indecent hasts, giving one last look at Carlotta von Werdenfels, Mir. LEpson rushed from the museum, his hiond's g stentorian tones re echoing after him through the rooms
 Oooo-oy, Johnnyl
 Before the sun had set he vas a, Pss- tenkirchen, charming little town in Bavaria. He was amused at his own precipitaae flight He need not have come 30 far. Why had he not stopped at Seefeld or Mittenwald ?-bosh wild, interesting places However, the inn at Pstenkirchen seemed comfortable, and there were plenty of promising szcur- sions to be made; 90 he resolved to carry out his original plan of exploring the villages Of the Tyrol
 But poor Johnny's plans seemed des- tined to be frustrated.
 Running down the wide wood stair case of the inn, his foot slipped. His hands were fua-he could not save him. self; he fell heavily, sharp point of the carved b6iusnade running into, or dan geroasly near, his eye. The pain vas in-