The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-07-12
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aOh, do Ninetss, 70 in for him E! I shall do what l can Q help Yoa
 Will you really give me leave to try and fascinafe him ?" she inquired, look ing seriously at me, - for though I am a wicked little flirt, am loyal to m, friends It is only in case that you should abso- luteiy refuse to have anything to do with him, that shall make myself charming. r
 Only too delighted, Nineste; and feel sure that you will captivAte him. Rememher that he is sixty-,wo. bald, and his nose is decidedly red
 @I shall powder his npse." she ex- claimed, laughing, aad danced areand the room with delight As the prospect of such splendid conquest
 "And so you really give up Lacifer P 1 inquired tremulously.
 He does no, care for me, and shall give up flirting with him: besides, am beginning to think he is getting fond of another young lady, who is-no, like me indifferent to wealth
 blushed, but gave no answer. Nj nette pulled out all her trunks, and opened her armoires, to see wha, would be the most killing toilette to mee, the baronet in.
 "You know said Ninette. my mother was a PArisienne. lett her when l was little girl i, is from her that inherited that love of dress, and also my common sense. After all, senti- ment is nonsense when one is poor; and look at my old dad. what an impractical creature he is- If we were starving. he would be writing poem. He has no inkling of the realities of life; if bill is handed to him, he simply looks unhappy, as if to pay money was an unheard-of grievance. He will sit all day in his arm chair dreaming away. Well, ,ha. sort of nature is impossible in this practical world. l will no, marry a poor man, however handsome or charming. The men who follow me about here are very pleasan, worshipers, but as husbands no, thank you..' v
 All the time sine was speaking she was buisly dressing. She decided upon a nauve toilette, charming arrangement, with straw hat and long marye feather Every detail was ,houghtfully carried out even the stockings were Of mauve silk :: and as for the shoes, they were of Gin derella-like perfection. We both strolled ofT to the beach. Ninette met some of her admirers, bu. she only nodded to them. She must be alone, for ,remend- ous stake was a, hand. After strolliug tor nearly an hour, peering al every one anxiously, saw a, last. coming ou, of the Casino. Sir George Maitland.
 There he IS, Ninere.-that fat. elderly clan with the stiff walk
 .. Is that he:' she said, looking a, him with interest. He is certainly ugly. bu. not repulsively so, considering his wealth"
 Sir George. having also seen me, quickly s;rutted up. smiling tenderly, and holding my hand a great deal too long in his bony one.
 Let me introduce to you my friend, Nine,te Talbot-Sir George Maitland !; this young lady was born and educated in Paris"
 Sir George bowed, his eyes kindled with pleasure. and at once saw that Ni- Iette's appearance had struck him.
 Are you here for long, Si- George" asked.
 "Cela depend, Miss Russell there arc so many attractions here" and he gazed admiringly al us both, that l may not oc aosC lo tSAi Ii}Scu away. N was your letter, describing this place to Lady Gay, ,ha: induced me to come"
 Do you intend to go in for the amusements, Sir George :" said Ninet,e, glancing up at him to give him the benef, of her glowing dark orbs. If you do. you will like Treuil very much ; the walks are lovely, and when you are tired of these, there is the Casino, where you can smoke, and have good coffee! But do you bafhe! because if so we shall meet n the sea.r
 "I am fond of it when the water is warm. am an elderly man, and can- not indulge in the pranks of youth, but l intend swimming"
 Miss Talbo, is splendid swimmer" remarked.
 When do you bathe?r he asked.
 Well, tomorrow we shall ba;he about eleven o'clock. 1, is great fun my hap piest moments are those spent in the water."
 now saw My. Talbot in the distance l: he was wandering on the beech, with a big MS. bulging out of his pocket.
 want to speak to your father, Mi nette.''
 So left them for little while together, and ran up towards the untidy poet.
 am in the middle of a scene of murder" he informed me, "a terrible deed.7
 am sorry to have interrupted you, Mir. Talbot, bu, Sir George Maitland is here, nov talking to Ninette- want you to know him, and as he is alone, to invite him 10 the farn.7
 Only too delighted but am too shabby to be introduced nov ts your sharp friend ~
 Your nose has little ink on 1t, and your fingers are rather black: you cer- tainly look like devotee of inkpots.r
 Mir. Talbo, licked himself rather in cat fashion, and then followed me 10 where his pretty daughter and Sir George stood on the beach.
 That evening Sir CenrOe rzr1e sc tea