The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-10

 |supedissn Ths xs6t cf for.. .1sxs sauisesi hoNevef to miIitazs akHinek lhe snEcesI of this plan, and again withds2wing hel head she Stcod upright and exclaimed
 ssI can't do it. told you l lcouldn't And you don't help me q bit." struggled to be grave, and mildly put one foot through first.
 "Do you think sop she cried and then with sudden accession of maiden modesty, added, But you must turn and look the other way-you really must"
 l obeyed, and momentary silence en. sued. Then came cry.
 "Oh, Mir. Elastic, helpl am caught fast and can't get out"
 Turned to behold moving spectacle. One robust extremity was planted on my side of the fence. The other was waving in the air on the far side, apparently seek ing pied terre. The owner lay prone along the second rail, her body firmly wedged between the bars, her hat crushed, her face crimson with exertion l rushed to the rescue, but my task was not an easy one. To pull her through was impossible. must, therefore, push her back. The operation was delicate, but it must be performed. Hastily glanc- ing round to be sure that there were no spectators, applied steady pressure to the helpless figure. It resisted my efforts, and was compelled to increase the force. Suddenly the resistance gave way, and with despairing shriek Miss Spinks rolled over, disheveled mass, into the long grass on the far side of the fence.
 Iclambered over and was at her side before she could rise. She slowly as- sumed sitting posture, her dilapidated hat tilted jauntily over one eye, her hair loose, her garments dyed with lichen and mould from the rails. expressed hope that she was not hurt.
 "Only shaken a little," she replied dolefully, rising and tottering to the fence.
 Do you think you will be fit to walk back to the station" inquired, feeling concerned for her sorry plight.
 "She gave me look of mingled pathos and reproach.
 "The station 1" she echoed. "How can you be so unkind2 You promised to take me, and you have been trying ever since to get rid of me-"
 This was hardly fair, but it was no time to argue. merely asked, Do you mean to go on, then ?"
 "Of course, do," she replied, "and if you had let me get over this place at first we should have been with the others by now"
 Really, Miss Spinks," remonstr ated, !" think you were the one to insist that you couldn't get over it."
 "Oh, but will," she cried petulantly; and then added, sweetly, as if to make amends, land you'll help me over, won't your"
 "If you wish it," answered. "Only show me exactly what to do, and then we shall be all right"
 "Then you must get over first" did so. "And now take both my hands," I obeyed, and she laboriously climbed to the third bar. "And now lift me down."
 It was more than had bargained for, but it had to be done seized her by the waist; she threw her arms round my neck, and gave spasmodic jump to clear the top bar. Preserving my equilibrium by a mighty effort, staggered back a step, deposited her on her feet, and turned to see-Captain Heavitree and Mrs. D'Arcy Domville, watching the whole proceeding from the gate at the opposite side of the field. How long they had been there know not, but that they had witnessed the whole of the clos ing scene was clear from the innocent of the lady's face, as she ex- on our approach:
 How far behind you are, MT. Hastie Captain Heavitree and are resting here before going home, for 1 find am not so good at rough walking and climbing as some people" This with giggle, and glance at the captain for approval.
 "Haw hounds gone on dooce of a pace, haw w said he. "Won't catch them this side of the cover unless you make more running, hawp and turned to con- :inue his improving conversation.
 l longed to know how much they had 'een of the fence episode, but would not appear curious, so we hastened on as -apidly as Miss Spinks' clinging skirts would allow. But we could catch neither | tight nor sound of the field, and after | aalf mile of pursuit saw that there vas no hope of overtaking them before hey reached the cover aforesaid. This | vas a well-grown wood with dense under growth, on the side of a steep hill rising abruptly from the waters edge. The ,nly way to get through it was to strike upward, making ones own path, toward ! gate somewhere on the far side, leading nto the fields beyond, where the ground again became fairly level.
 Miss Spinks struggled on despite grow ng fatigue and the agonies of tight hoes, to the entrance of the wood. There ve stopped to listen, but there was not he echo of voice or the rustic of leaf o tell of the passage of men or hounds. Miss Spinks was picture of despair, yet lot hint did she give of willingness to urn back, and my suggestions had hitherto been so coldly received that vas resolved to let her choose her own