The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-05-02

the ugliest, simple serving girl. that car
 love, and weep and serve q fool whom
 she holds dearI But no your kind good God made me beautiful Agne: Toxel; and gave me eyes without tears
 and beautiful white hands that hold deatk
 in every caressi But l did not bring you here to say this to you. l do no'
 know what brought you here for. Tha is not strange" said Agnes, with scorn, ful laugh, since do not know what
 was born at all for, is it? But do mol blame you, Dr. Arndt You only made q
 mistake. You thought mans wisdom better than woman's wit. Other men have made that mistake. You meant well enough by me, and by George, too
 know that. You have murdered us both l would have saved his life here and my own soul in the world to come. shall soon know," said Agnes, with another laugh; shall know more than you even, wise as you are, Dr. Arndt unless you die very soon l"
 I drew the gasping form of Agnes to my breast, and pressed her face upon my shoulder. There was a small piping cry from little bird, and the rustic of the low waves about our feet as they bfoke in little scaliops of white foam, and crawled back to the vast unknown sea Agnes grew calmer, she bresthed regu. lariy; her form grew limp; almost fancied she would sleep as she stood there. h few moments she reused herself. and stood erect. She looked me in the face; she took both my hands.
 "You are kind, but wise," said she " Good-by. shall not go back to the house. I shall never see any of those there, nor any one else who knows me again. Good-by. If there is another world we shall be together there," said Agnes, with her scornful laugh again. She sought to release her hands. 1 did not let them go.
 "Do not try to keep me, Dr. Andt," said Agnes, calmly. q know what you think; you think to add some years or months sr days of torture to my life, which is already too long-O, far too longl 1t is useless. You cannot do it. have in my mouth at this moment glass capsule ot prussic acid. One little pressure of my teeth, and you will hold the hands of a corpse, Dr. Arndt." Agnes laughed again, laugh cruel ts hear. I released her hand, Good byel" said she, and slid away in the gloom like a ghostly sea maiden, gliding silently toward the dark, mysterious depths which gave her birth.
 returned to the house after long walk on the beach. Many emotions con- dicted in my bosom. l finally decided that could not blame myself for my course in saving Agnes life in the first instance, just as all her reproaches now seemed to me. An, how poor in the light of events seem all the careful con- clusions of our short-sighted reason Poor Agnes, most beautiful, and pure and of all women have known.
 As sat down on the bamboo sofa on the veranda under Georges window, l looked at my watch it was I2 o'clock. had been much disturbed by the conver- sation with poor Agnes and had not noted the flight of time. George was sleeping like an infant, with his wasted cheek pil- lowed upon Mrs. Johnsen's breast. She herself was sleeping with her head upon a pile of pillows, one arm holding George up to her, while the other, long and round, had fallen on the bed, fan in hand, when slumber overlook her. She was beautiful as she lay there, with her red, moist lips slightly parted, her rich chestnut hair in disordered masses clustering over her brow and about her neck, and her milk-white skin showing past the hollow lines of Georges lace as it lay there, a deaths head on beauty's bosom.
 The door of the room swung silently ajar and Agnes entered. All of her mood of ;corn and hate had passed deep, inf nite tenderness filled her face with di- vine light as she gazcd upon her hearts desire, never, pever, in this world to be aer own and the woman whose touch was life, as hers was death, to him.
 Agnes stood like statue of compass sion and gszed long upon Georges face. At last, with her hands clasped behind aer, she leaned forward and touched her pale lips to the blonde hair that swept pack from Georges temple, and then, urning her eyes for moment to Mrs. |ohpson's face, she brushed light kiss upon the hand that held the fan, and slided silently out of the room.
 waited and watched for while, and here was no other sound; went to Agnes room the door stood wide open, Iod John, the poodle, slept comfortably ,n the middle of the counterpane.
 Agnes had made her f,rewell to George.
 l lay down on the bamboo couch, and lept. The night was excessively warm.
 do not know what awakened me, but I at up and looked into the room where leep still held Mrs. Johnson and her :harge in gentle chains.
 A tail Spanish looking man, an entire sranger, with heavy curling, coal black stood near the bed, gazing lpon the sleepers.
 There was curious expression upon lis face of mingled surprise and amuse- nent, which finally broke into a hand ome smile.
 The stranger leaned forward, and ex- ended his hand, as if about to awaken Mrs. Johnson. He chanced his mind