The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-28

her. She may have been delayed. She had a good lot of work to do." The ,ooe vas hardly above a whisper. Another voice said, G No matter what word she brings, Santa Fe must be put up three or four prints tomorrow, and held there until the close"
 @I know it must; and it will cost 6fty thousand to do it."
 Suppose it costs five hundred, it's got to 20 there. You knos that"
 wonder where she is. She must come. Yes, know it must go there"
 GShe will come if she lives. Yes, we must put it there, and hold it there" Then Harriet heard the voice of the sable attendant say No, thls room, sah i; step this way please"
 Then came silence. Harriet rais d her head. She was alone. The door vas slightly ai IT, but the faint twilight outside did not illuminate the room The cbrner where the sofa stood was perfectly dark. She rose, settled her dress and wrap, and glided into the cor ridor. At the head of the stair she paused and looked intently at the negro, who stood there, calm, impassive, inteili- gent, the yellow whites of his eyes show. ing that he was looking straight at her
 "Who were those two gentlemen who came into the room where had dinnerT' she asked.
 aDunno their names, Miss. Never seen them befo'. Mos all strangers comes here, Miss"
 Harriet drew a roll of bank notes from the bosom of her dress, and gave the African twenty dollars. Try hard to think who they were," said she.
 Schoenfeldt and Fish. Tue old fat one is Schoenfeldt; the slim youns fellow is Fish"
 "Can see them withou; being seen P
 "Cant nobody see nothin' here, Miss. Can't be done. Wouldn't do"
 Harriet showed the negro $50 note. "Can't you find way?' she whispered "l only want to see them-not to hear what they say
 The negro took lingering look at the note and preceded Harriet to room at the end of the corridor.
 lfyou1l give me your true card, sho' huff certain about is fair play, Miss -I only want to be safe"
 "You shall be safe. shall never say word," said Harriet, as she gave the confidential servant card from her case.
 Le' me see your face"
 Harriet lifted her veil. The negro gazed at her intently for a moment.
 "Step this way be still," said he, and pushing screen on the back wall of the room he showed Harriet in a narrow passage, running the length of the floor, parallel to the main corridor. There were few little round spots of bright light on the walls, about five feet from the floor. The carpet was like moss The walls were covered with cloth. All of the rooms at Ricardo's evidently had false walls at the back. The negro ap- piled his eye to one of the spots of light. Then he motioned Harriet to the spot.
 Inside the room sat at table young handsome man, an old man, ccrpulen mt, with heavy white mustache, a droop- ing under lip, small eyes, and brilliant of great splendor, and slender lovely girl of I8 ofIo AS Harriet looked they all rose. The girl turned pair of large Empid blue eyes on the young man and said, "Now am not smart? Did not get it all, everything? Am smart enough to belong to you ?''
 "You are the smartest woman in New York;" said the young man with a gaze of intense admiration.
 The old man clasped bracelet on her arm; it had cluster as big as dollar, of five stones that blazed like torches. How you like the look of that ?' said he.
 "Isn't it just splendid! May keep it, Harry?" said the girl to the younger man.
 "Keep it!" said Schoenfeldt-@ Why not I'm vour father. ain't that it. Harry
 But now am smart enough for you am 1, Harry" said the girl, eagerly.
 Harriet stole noiselessly away. "We are all alike-all of us, every one of us," said she to herself as she hastened to her carriage, slipping the fifty dollar note into the hand of the motionless African as she passed him at the head of the stair.
 AS George walked away from Ric- cardo's he had all those thoughts which come to a man who is loved by two women, and loves o.ie and p;.;es both He had no sense of triumph, or joy. He loved Harriet as much as he could love any one; he loved her with @ intense eager passion, and yet with a deep respect, while he was perfectly conscious and fully realizing that her mortal injury vas VuAy ROcStOhC OC\auSC SuC AONCa hitA with her whole soul. He felt himself the villain he was-but he did not repent. And Eva2 Harriet's words had reused him to full consciousness of all her vir- tues; he remembered the pure innocent creature who knew so little of love when she stood at the altar with him four years previously. He remembered all her de- votion-her implicit trust, her confidence, A IL
 all, everything. This is the sting of g fond wrong lsve; that it hightens and deepens and intensifes all things; it raises us to pinnacles ofecstacy it crushes us beneath mountains of shame and black despair we know the whole story, and yef-we love the love we love all the same, and suffer as sin must always sui fer, everywhere.
 George never thought of giving Harriet up. But he could not meet Eva. Not that night. So he sent a telegram, "Go