The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-08-29

used to wonder what Ss. Paul would havt
 said of her. But can only record say.
 ing of one of her many admirers that "i she were only prettier, she would wall into fellow tightly g' never saw such a woman-all were fish that came to he, net. She came very often to St. Patrick's rectory at one time, until they found hel out; and also to the church, where she was always behsndhand with the re spoDses, and appeared in a new bonne, nearly every Sunday. She was enthusias- tic about MT. Campbell then, remem- Der, and was reported to have exclaimed, " There goes my darling George !" each time he happened to pass her window. Imagine his rage, when scornfully re- peated this to himi Mrs. Warden was of the world worldly; went out constant ly, and being witty and clever, pushed her way higher up into society than her poor cousins had ever done; though she was forced to conform to the rules of the house when in it, suppose.
 The Miss Southams lived like hermits never had visitor stopping with them, or took in a deputation even for a night; kept the most primitive hours, and never by any chance had cup of tea out of their house. The reason for this was that their father, who must have been the veriest martinet that ever existed, had strictly forbidden it when they were young, fancy! Thought it wicked and worldly, and might lead " to something. Though what cup of tea can lead to except bread and butter, Pm sure nobody could ever tell. However, the poor things, with an extravagant excess of duty, think, had never once done it since his death. four teen years before. None of the parties ever saw them! No, nor afternoon teas Even at the working parties or drawing room meetings, 1 have seen them hurry away when the tea appeared, as if il would not cheer and would inebriate and would suppose the habit had become second nature with them, for Miss Polly, who was the liveliest of the trio and the one most likely to object, never seemed 10 mind 1t, but once. don't know what should have done in their place. Rushed into the Carmeiite convent that stood out side Stafford, just for spite; or smashed every tea cup in the Southam establish ment and ground them to powder, and made the father drink it.
 How Miss Polly laughed when I told her this. Miss Susan would have looked mournful, and Harty severe, but she only laughed sort of little musical accompa- niment to the dance of her curls, as She said. in answer to my remonstrances. that it had been promise laid upon them as girls, and they had not dared to break 1t since"
 "Oh, why did you ever promise at all ?" asked T" shouldn't! I'd have died first. think it was wicked promise" | said boldly; (" and you would be quite Justified in breaking it now. In fact, it IS your duty not to keep it, Miss Polly"
 My dear love-" she replied timidly. " asked our minister once about that very thing, and he said he must decline to have anything to do with it. So after that"
 "Oh, MT. Britton," said, reassured '' you shouldn't have asked him, Miss Polly. He never goes out himself, you know; besides, the very idea of lady putting question to him was too start Ing, probably for calm, clear answer. Ask Mir. Campbell. He would say Yes at once; see if he didn't"
 My dear Jamie, you talk as if were going to make an offer of marriage to both of them" she demonstrated but on my urging that, no doubt, MT. Britton was afraid of tea leading" to matrimeny, and didn't she often think the promise was horrible nuisance she could not help reJoining, We'll, my dear, don't know Perhaps do. But everyone has some thing to put up with, and Susan and Har- y. always say it would be wrong, and might"
 Lead," suggested pertly. "Lead to like Margaret Mardens.
 "Yes, Jamie, love, even a cup of after. noon tea. And have so many bless. ngs, really, that it would be ridiculous to complain about that"
 But l could see that she was not so 'taunch in her secret heart as the inexor- able other two, and did not despair of one day making her give up her rigid dear Miss Polly.
 CHAPTER II.
 Another of the absurdities belonging 10 Saltford was its river. River indeed | A stream six feet wide in it's widest part, lowing prettily along, it must be con- essed, under picturesque arches, and over heaps of brown pebbles, interspersed with tin kettles, old shoes, and other tag 'ag of the Pancras;" MT. Campbell's parish and the end of the little town. The people made sort of rag and bottle shop 'f the poor stream at their particular cor ,er, but in spite of this it used to sparkle md ripple in the sunlight, more than any other known piece of water, and shone he loveliest, clearest hazel color you ever Jaw.
 But only; alas! in the winter, spring. md perhaps late autumn; the summer ,eats dried and scorched it up completely, absorbed it into clouds, or dew, or some hing of the kind, and it ceased to be; md then the army of old kettles that lay Ibout on the banks high and dry was a ,hastly sight indeed.
 lsuppose our mighty Savant rose some where in the Downs and finally met its ate in the sea, only five miles beyond 'altford. But in one triumphant part, where it rushed beneath a wooden hr;doe