The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-21

demon) had real good crow when AKt LxntOn, climbing up Jim Tripper's drag at the last meet of the Coaching club, in company with his uncle, ts h;s sEais- guised delight discovered Harry Horton in the freshest aud s:s.s.Ss- ct ef xsssIing white frocks, and then, in obedience to . gentle ayuncular murmur behind him, duly presented the elder lord to his we'll, his chum.
 The old gentleman vas in amazinR form. He doHed his broad -brimmed white hat with Chester6eidian courtesy, promptly installed himself beside the rustling white frock, and laid himself out to regale Miss Harry with somewhat ob- vious compliment, and somewhat reckless anecdote of his own early coat hing day $ and nights (' sugar and spice" sort ot conversational pudding) all the way to Richmond. His nephew vainty attempted an occasional cut in ffom his seat be- hiad. No use and the moment he per mitted himself to wear but for an instant a certain frown that Harry we'll knew, his tate was sealed. Why men will put their stupid heads into the mouths of lionesses, to have them promptly snapped of, is one of ume's insoluble problems. Occasionally she threw a short monosyl. lable over her Jeff shoulder, where nestled the orchid spray poor Art had sent her that morning, but Sh devoted herself to Lord Arthur aise. The temptation vas irresistible. Uncle and nephew were new team to drive, and she hustled them along merrily. Art tried in vain to con- sole himself with another white frock be- side him. To his horror she turned out to be Of a poetical turn of mind, spite of her pretty face, and somewhat brusquely refusing to offer an opinion on the last volume of morbid verse called Hymns of the Hemlock," he sulked and had a bad time of it. His outraged namesake High Art, and all her followers, were for the moment amply avenged for the many in ults offered to her and them, and as for the little introduction demon (who was perched invisibly in the horn- basket behind) he almost laughed his little black tail off.
 Although frequently piped unto m the shape of invitations) the old lord did not dance, and so he was not at the Gale donian ball at Willis rooms that night with red collar tackled on to his dress coat, pretending to be a postman. But Lord Art was there in the full bravery and panoply of the Queens Own Orkney Islanders, of which gallant corps he was sort of honorary suo-lieutenant. Harry was there, as a matter of course, and be. fore he well knew where he was they were dancing their annual reel (a weird barbaric thing, in which the performers touch the floor gingerly with their toes, as if it were red hot, and look respectfully over their shoulders at their lett legs, when they are not engaged in t, ing them into true lovers knots, and snap their fingers and cry Hool" at excited inservals) But the rythm of the reel didn't crush Arts sternness; and when he led Harry out for lemonade under the famous Sir Joshua in the ante-room, he had lost his wonted smile, looked in- clined for war, and sat by her side like sulky Scandinavian god. The Queens Own O. Is wear, as you know, a costume more arch9 >logic ally accurate than arr tistic.
 "Why has the good uncle ofthe angry nephew not come to the gay dance 7" Harry inquired Ollenderffi anly. "Weren't those roans simply stunning, and hadn't we good lime p
 "No, hadn't good time, you know that; and, forgive me, you are getting shockingly s'angy."
 Harry opened the violet windows of her sou'-wide open-and said nothing
 "You devote yourself to my uncle = can't help that" Art went on, and then the peal of tiny silvery bells tinkled softly {; but then you are never serious for a moment. Life is all a reel to you why don't you go to Girton and be Wraug- leress or something, or have a mission, or go summing anything to stop this frlttering and frivolling away your young life !"
 Art was getting ridiculous, and he knew it; still he foundered sn.
 "This London whirl is so empty and shallow. See here, Harry, perhaps Eve no right to speak, but let me give you just little piece Of my mind"
 "I wouldn't give me very big piece, il were you, Art you know you haven't very much to SD re-" said she of the violet eyes; and then he got cross, which was foolish, of course.
 "What pleasure can it give you to fret me so p be growled. "Like all the rest of them, suppose"
 If there's one observation that a wo- man dislikes more than another, it is that just recorded. To be classified, to be made one of group whose ways and habits are understood as if they were bacteria or biackbirds, to be summed up as "so like woman," are statements and criticisms as rule, uttered by mau in anger, and listened to by woman with contemPtuous indignation and so the'e was a row royal, and it pivoted on slangi- ness in general.
 @YoU men," said Harry. @who insist on applying your racing, and cTicke:;sS, and boating metaphors 10 ali the events of this life, and who teach us to do the same, haven't an ounce of the pluck of the Serious Johnnies,' who have the courage to use words out of the ordinary nksnn- voAU. hxsi4vv hAra~e~ ex>>x,