The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-27
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 HOW SHE LOST HER LOVER.
BY MARY A WHITE.

Texas, lady of slender means and willowy form, whose christian name was Cynthia Jane. Her sir-or madam name is withheld from the public, on ac count of her having a rich brother-in- law. Being sprightIy and communica- tive, she was fair to middling talker and always found some excuse to drag in the fact, that she had been reared in the lap of luxury. This placed her among that envied class; known as "be- scse the wax sr;s:ocrscy." It was ss- serted by some, that the luxury, so often aforementioned, was only a nurse by that name, and called Lux for short. As the testimony on this subject is a little cloudy, we will not dwell on it.
 Cynthia J. was a budding beauty during the late C. E. (cruel era) and was accustomed to sing, with the "spirit and the understanding" that beautiful hymn "When this Cruel War is Over." Had she known more about the wished for period, she would not have pined for it as she did. But fortune-tellers were scarce then, lowing to the clogged con- dition of confederate fnances) and so she remained in ignorance of the coming time until it came.
 Then, he, for whom she had so long been Sweeping sad and lonely" re- turned; exactly at the time specified in the music that he would come. This was unfortunate for Cynthia ]. because he was no account. They were married, and soon afterwards Cynthia J. became bread winner. She had to, if there was to be any bread in the family; and she ha been accustomed to bread when re- posing in the lap of luxury.
 Though reduced to the necessity of bread-making, and even boarder-taking, she never lost her self-respect. The memory of what she had been sustained her. She even dared to hope that there were better days in store for her; and there were. The subject of her early songs, and recent tolls, was, after awhile taken of by a spell of yellow fever. Like the thorough-going and industrious woman tha she was, she devoted herself to mourning his loss, and supplying his place as best she could. Her efforts were not entirely unsuccessful. Her mourning was becoming to her style of beauty; and rich sheep man fell in love with her.
 The shortcomings of the late lamented taught her to value a man like Carle Thornburg, for his real worth. He was worth 2,7oo acres of good grazing land, besides the sheep that cropped the graz ing stuff. He was kind and pleasant, and 6ne-looking besides. It made her smile to think of it; and this pleased Carle. He had read in a newspaper that a woman ought to smile every time she looked at her husband. As C. ]. was always smiling when she looked at him he thought she would suit the pro- gramme. He asked her if she thought she would, and she said that without him she would "never smile again."
 But Carle was not captivated by smiles alone. He boarded with Cynthia, when in town, and she fed him well. Reveling in cream and strawberries, as he did. their deliciousness pervaded his whole being and he was happy. Those were also happy days for Cynthia. So happy that she never had neuralgia in the head, except when Carle was on his ranch and this was not often.
 The power of spirit or will over matter has never been accurately estimated, so we give this crumb for scientists to di- gest. Ifhappiness is good for neuralgia, why not for other ills that the flesh is heir to? But as doctors cant make joy into pills, it will be hard to introduce it into general practice. More is the pity. Cynthia was so filled with joy (the only medicine the gods have ever made to cure sick mortals), she trilled from morn till night, and valued over the kitchen, till the very hash seemed sea- soned with drops of joy that bubbled over from her brimming cup. Even the boarders were partially happy; and there is no knowing what might have come of it, if an unforeseen event had not oc- cured.
 Cynthia had pretty little sister some where, who had not been reared in the lap of luxury, because she was born after the war, when Lux was free. In the exuberance of her happiness, C. sent for this sister to come and live with her and helo her do chores. The girl was just sixteen and named Cindarella, but they called her Cindie. She was pretty as