The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-13
The beautiful brown eyes of Mrs. Bobbia

The beautiful brown eyes of Mrs Bobbin were just a little more sympathetic than usual. "l hope never to see you again" she said, '' wish you every success"
 You are not likely to see me again. hope you will prosper"
 Having no business to "wiBd up," and having about four hundred dollars, Bob bin started out on an objectless trail" In distant town he secured work on newspaper. He entered upon the dis charge of his duties with an interest he had never felt before. He had changed his name, and was now known as William Lagson. Never satisfied with an effort, he was constantly striving to do better Valuable books became his constant companions. He wrote sketches that at tained wide spread popularity. The pro- prietors found that he was increasing the irculation of their journal and, in due recog hilton of his worth, they promoted him to the position of editor. His mind, though, turned to literature instead of politics. In this position he remained nearly ten years. One day he received letter that delighted him. It was from the publishers of magazine, and it ran as follows: "The stories, sketches and reviews which you have written for our magazine, have proved to be most profit able to us. You seem to understand the literature of the day better than any man we know, and as magazines, like news papers, are in need of modern blood, we take pleasure in offering you the editor ship of our publication" He was net moment in deciding what course to pursue, fer such position had become the dream, the hope of his life. Resigning the next day, he immediately set out for the publication city of the magazine. Arriving, he was installed with as little ceremony, and with far less apprehension than he experienced when he first secured a situation. One day, about two weeks after he had taken his seat" he and the business manager were consulting each other in the edi- torial room, when Lagson caught sight of woman who passed the door, down the hall.
 Who is that lady ?" asked the editor, rather nervously, for he knew that she was his former wife.
 By the way, haven't you met her yet? Her name is Bobbin. She is one of our most valued contributors. Employs the pen-name of Sullarura.'
 "Is that SOP Why, she's brilliant"
 Yes, she is a great success. Here she comes. I'll introduce you to her, but mind or you'll lose your heart"
 "Oh, think not" replied the editor.
 Mrs. Bobbin, allow me to present MT. Lagson, our new eoitor-or rather our new editor, Mir. Lagson, this is Mrs. Bob bin, our most famed contributor. We'll, I must go down. Excuse me, please"
 This is indeed surprise" said the editor.
 Mot an unpleasant one hope, sir. I trust that our new relationship may prove agreeable. I should dislike to discon- tinue my work for a publication to which have become so much attached"
 Please be seated. No need of any disagreeable forebodings, assure you. We will doubtless understand the re- lationship of editor and contributor better than we did the duties of husband and wite."
 "You have changed your name, seer
 "Yes, and never before was so well sat- is6ed with the change. To be called by my real name now would be embarrass- ing to us both."
 "Yet," she replied, ii you had con- inued to go by your real name, we would no, have met again"
 "Come, let us not refer to something that is forever settled"
 Excuse me for even so slight reference. shall not mention it again. Well, 1 am happy to know that you are so successful. Everything you write is charming"
 A compliment which appreciate, for who is a more beautiful writer than Sullarura p"