The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-01
Kriffen for Tl< d1kan5aw TyaveLey.
 LUPUS LYLE.

Nyiaen for Iz< A,ksnsav 7ysvel<y.
 LUPUS LYLE.
 BY GEORGE N. DANIEL.
 twill mother ever come back!"
 Not soon, sir; shut up your snufin' now, an git off to bed, or I'E tear your years of! r
 The question was asked by little Lupus Lyle. The answer was given by Frank Lyle, his father. The boy was seven years old and his query was prompted by the fact that his mother, three days be- fore, had been carried away by pair of iil-looking men, and, it seemed to the little fellow, at his fathers instigation. The real truth develops that Mrs. Lyle was carried to an insane establishment at the capital of the state for small sum of Lyle's wealth-he owned half of the village of Grafton.
 Poor Lupus made his way to bed, pondering in his little mind the reason of his fathers perpetual harshness, and with his bosom heaving at the recollection of his mothers good kindness. Sobbing, he slept, and dreamed that his mother with sweet sympathy kissed him good night
 Pa, maybe somebody would take these kittens if should ask them. I don't like to kill them"
 "Wha, do you mean, sir: When tell you to do anything. you'll do it, or I'll kick you in two, you little chicken gin lrded whelp, you. There, take that, and that, and that. Now, do ye think you can choke the life out O them stinkin' kittens? nlmed you Wo.z (Lupus) because wanted you to be one, an ye1l be it, UT I'll maui the life out Q yep
 Nearly five years had gone since his mother had went away, and Lupus was twelve years of age when this last lecture and oufhng was given him. From his natural taste for books, he had improved the little start which Mrs. Lyle had given him, at every odd and stolen hour, till now, he had considerable knowledge of the world; tremendous aspiration led him 10 determine an escape from his present parental thralldom and seek peace far his mind and body. Eu, that very aspiration was dangerous; he vas only boy: his father would chain him like hound # he even suspected his purpose.
 Two years more have passed and Lupus Lyle, on cold winters evening sits in his dim room boring over The Lay of the Last Minstrel" In the fever of his deep-drawn pleasure he forgets his rags and dirt, his lack of friends and oompsnionship, forgess all but the rap ture and inspiration oi the immortal song. At the close of the last canto he stopped in reflection. He was alone in a dreazy room with a spirit of ancient chivalry; he had . companion now, it vas ambition he had mentor nov. it vas materiaized greatness. @I1l be a manp said he; @lT live to surmount this hateful degradation. Tonight, I'll start from this internal place and seek shelter in more eongenial atmosphere. ' The deed followed quickly after the re- solve, and next morning Frank Lyle roared in vain for Lupus to come and build a fire in his room. Foaming with invective curses, he rushed for the bed of his behased boy, but found him not.
 The offer Of large rewards and long, dihgent search. proved as fruitless as the futile efforts of Xerxes and his masses against the t-ained heroism of Greece.
 Seven years had gone by and the run away boy was forgotten, when late one evening . youthful. smooth-faoed gen. tienan called for lodging as the only pub kc house ia Cralsoa.
 From private coaversatioa which he incidsataIly overheard, the young sszaneer lsamsd that lady vho had just ben kbssaasd iron a insane estahlish- ms.t had broasAs sais againss Frank Lyle far halt hb propsrsy.
 Whas smotioas nus have thrilled the yoang man as hs lisasnsd. SAs was his asdAG, cd hs was Lapas Lylel SAs VI sosnd aad vsll, sscspt . lisas wsak fkoa loag su6szing anA grisf; hs vss 6l1sd viGA rscnllscsina4 cd gzaai&nds, anA loss. Hi sva god nstAa, sAs gunAls snga ef his cAildhsod, vo alive snA hs veaA - hw agaiA. Hslnmsd tAae dhe 6iA vas fssd for tAs nsxs day. sH9 canse shaa be " caasaI" i" ssseavsd