The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-20

-. ->%>@@ but only ons v9y pernstently occurred to him, and Ais onsF made him miser- able. uaB so stupendous q Asquestion t mishf frustrase thevezy thing he wished ts bring abcut; il might .Ssen make Ge0rgeffe wrefched.
 Meanwhile he daily vent to snd from the theatre with Georyeste, vho coon found out that the stage mesns mn than she had conceived: veary hours of rehearsal, dnring which she might have one sentence only to sxy. sometimes but word. Still fl. Rocke was satis6ed he was training her in hia ovn way, and he found this gisi, who hsd genius, more docile than half his young ladies.
 One day chance word, . little dan sent from an un1Tiendly bow, suddenly settied II. Michaud's tumultuou, thought& Much meditation had solved the question, and one fine evening iu June he waited for Genreette in the ear- dens on his favorite seat just below au orange tree in its great uneainly rreen tub. Ceorgette was altered even in these iew months; she walked down the stone stairs with frm step, head more ereci and a more graceful bearing altogether All the discontent was gone from hes face, for to-day M. Roche had prai.ed her and was going to give her more than sentence to say before the public.
 Mile. Ceorgette :! You did not see me, eh. You must have very pleasan, thoughts" She smiled, and sat down by him and held out her hand with one oi her modest graceful movements.
 Whenever am not thinking of my part, think of how good you have bees to me" 7 That's nothing, Geeigette. prom ised your mother to keep an eye on you but-may say a few words? She did not foresee events, she never imagined this other life for you, my child. A life full of work and grand things, l know, but still life of danger for one so gifted as you are-yes, Georgette, I must say it and so beautiful. But, Mile. Ceorpette. you do not know the world"
 Georeette hung her head; a rosy hue spread over her face.
 "I think of nothing but my work, Ri. 
 Ofcourse. But listen, mon enfant. and tell me, will you promise to be my fancee, and then all the world would know it, and could keep an eye on you. am not So young as 1 should be. Georgette, and am not handsome but still -"
 Georgette was crimson now. Her hands trcmbled, but her words were uiet enough.
 :" never thought of such a thing, monsieur; l dream only Of my work. And am penniless orphan, not good enough tor you, for know, in spite of your hiding it, you are not such as I am :: only l owe you everything, and can re- fuse you nothing"
 Don't say anything about my kind ness, but tell me of your own free will that at some future ,ime-for do not want to interfere with your work--you will be my vile"
 "Yes," said Georgette.
 Then we shall feel bound to each other till one of us asks to be released and the request is granted.n
 "l could not be so ungrateful, mon- promise"
 We are quite agreed then" NJ. Mi chaud just raised Georgette's hand to his lips and kissed it; that was the only sign of the compact, and after a short silence they both walked home together. Georaette looked around at the gardens and the signs of young life and happiness which they inspired, and heaved a litsle sigh. She did not regret her. compact. she was even proud to be NJ. Michaud's haneee, for she loved him: still, in her sirlish day-dreams her lover had not been at all like him, but young and handsome: indeed, just like the hero in On ne badine pas avec l'amour." We'll, aer day of romance had come and the over was middle-aged and decidedly plain man, but his heart was good and rue. and as to his kindness-had not she 'aid often she could never repay him s- md now that she had found way. how happy, very happy, she ought to be.
 Monsieur Michaud spoke of his en- yagement. He told madame below. be old everybody, and he took no notice of ne smile that nov and then was barely hidden. Georgette. too, made no secret 'f her new happiness, and when some of he theatre people began laughing at her, he dared up and said:
 You could not find in all Paris man with better heart" and the answer from ] malicious brunette was:
 Je ne dis pas, cherie, but, anyhow. 1os need not 90 further than the next treet to find one haadsomer!
 
 CHAPTER HI.
 Time passed slowly on with Georgette. ,he almost forgot the episode in the ruileries, except that M. Michaud usually anne to fetch her, and sometimes had a ak with NJ. Roche about her, always rearing great things of his fiancee. As or NJ. Michaud himself, he began to get to the alterations in his daily fife. and as changes had come upon him ie expressed no great surprise when omething else occurred to disturb the ormer even course of his existence. This vas the advent ofa young cousin
 Blaise MichauG had made a moderate ortune as doctor in America. after which he came home to his beloved Paris. bought a practice, and then hunted up he relations whom absence had not AA