The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-24
LOVE AND REVENGE.
The Devotion of a Woman and the
 Conventional Perfdy of a Man.


 Conventional Perfidy of a Man.
 Young Henry WIlks and old Bob La man. daughter, K 1se, were lovers. Young Henry did the shaving and hair cutting for the neighborhood. He is as black as Dore's illustration of the smoke arising from Dante's Inferno, but, regardless of this great gift, he Is modest and unassum- ing. Rose is fat girl, and Ter nose would be recosnzei anywhere in Central Africa as belonging to the aristocTacy of that country, yet she i5 not proud, neither IS sue boisierous of manner. IL was known throughout the community that the young couple were engaged, and it was also known ;aat old Bob, on !he day of marriage, would present to his many friends, boiled steer and the best whisky that could possibly be drawn from the still the day before.
 One evening when young Henry had called on Rose, he sad D srlin', l SC go; some powerful good news fur yer.
 Gin t ter me, quick
 Oats what I'll do. Ter-d4y CT rich cullud gennernan whu! owns CT pig bar Der shop up ln Little Rock tole me dat ef woul' come up dar he woul' gin me work He said dat it woudn' take laung far ne ,er get or ter all de fine tricks, an he ,oie me dat coul' make money han ober ifs. Now, darlin, has 'cluded ter go up dar an take de vintage 0 all desc things
 Roses ccuntenenoe had changed, and, with troubled ar, she sat ID deep me1- taton. Presently she said " Henry, doan like dem engagements an 1 doan thank no town nigger fur comin down heah an s,uftin yer head full O fool mo- tioas."
 Wy, honey, whu.'s de matter wid yerf'
 ' Oar ain muffin de matter wid me de matter s wid vessel know whut yer'll do, Yerll go up dar an furgi; me"
 Young Henry violently smote his breast and exclaimed. When furgits yer, 1 hopes dat dis heah heart won't beat no mo'.n
 !" Oa, dat's de way yer talks now, but yer'll change yer chune ar:er CT while.
 Rose, ez de good Lawd is my jedge, l woan do no sich thing. I'll lub yer e laung el libs. Vas, I'll lub yer launger den dat. Wy, jest think how nice it will be, libin' in CT fine house uo dar, an, when desc country niggers sees yer dall say, Hump, jest look at de fine dress dat han some lady has got on D4t's what da Il say when da sees yer"
 Rose smiled. The picture pleased her
 " Will it be dat way, Henry:" she af- fectionaely asked.
 It will be jest like tell, yer only CT heap better.'
 :" When yer gwine?"
 Ter nor"
 " An will we habler put of de we'd din: 7"
 Only fur CT week CT two"
 Ain gwine carry on wid none O dem town gals, is yer?"
 No, honey, l ain, 'spizes town gals. It makes me sick ter look at 'en1.'
 "An' will yer come down ter see me ebery few days9"
 "Yas, honey, fur kain' keep erway rum yer"
 Early the next morning, young Henry took his departure. Rose was disposed to shed tears, but her friends comtorted her. A few days later, young Henry visited her He liked his position and had much to tell his sweetheart With an air ot victory he told how he mad shaved the governor and cut the secre- t4ry of states hair.
 Alas! This sad story must now enter upon the beaten track of loves perhdy Young Henry ceased to visit Rose. She wrote to him. He showed her letter 10 the other barbers, laughed, slapped him. self and struck step in shuffi ng accord with banjo which boy was pic king in the back room.
 One day when there were no custom CTS in the shop, one of the barbers asked
 Henry, whut come O dat ia! country gal dat uster hang roun' yer.
 Just then Rose, who had slYly entered the back room, peeped into the shop.
 (Which ore does yer mean ?" in-