The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-28

closely that he could only see her roand white chin, toying with 6lagree-handled ice spoon, and watching for himl
 It was too ecstatic, but George kept an appearance oi composure which he was tar from feeling, walked to the table, laid the roses before his fellow victim to Sameness as he bowed, consulted his watch, asked if he had kept her waiting, and so on, and in the manner made and appointed for such occasions. Here occurred a surprise. The reply to these remarks was delivered in a clear and peculiarly audible whisper-sweet and almost musical, but wholly withou, vocaliz stion.
 "No," said the unknown, in the silvery whisper, you have not kept me waiting. l have this moment received my ice-and is this for me2' said she, laying her hand upon the package of roses, Are you surprised that do not speak aloud ? she continued, noting the look of aston ishment on Georges face. "My lack of voice is deficiency which my friends are forced to accept-though they are kind enough to declare they soon come not to notice it. had a severe attack of diph,heria when was sixteen, and the physicians say the vocal cords were re- faxed SO that they will never vibrate again. But 1t is not a defect without mltig 4tions "-here tNe Yelled smiled with much archness-" since l can only scold in whispers-and you look as fl scolding might be quite necessary to your welfare at times."
 George laughed and said that he had no doubt that admonition might be salu. tary on certain occasions. The Yelled one continued: "My voice, or want of voice, rather, is great embarrassment at the first meeting but really think those who know me intimately hardly notice it-and so," said she with smile again, "s hope you may soon cease to observe it."
 "lt is novelty" said George, "and thence of course, an added charm"
 You aye gallant-thanks," said his vis-a-vis. "And this package ?-you did not say should open it."
 "Open ii, certainly" said George, if you will accept such trihe."
 Triaes only in gifts" said she, as she unrolled the roses. "Oh, how lovely, and my favorite of all flowers p and the Yelled one inhaled the heavy perfume with sigh of delight, and then pinned the roses on her left breast, smiling de. lightfully through her veil, while George decided that her figure was Elysian, and was speeches. with admiration over his good fortuLe.
 We'll" said the Yelled, "shall or der an ice for you? Thanks indeed fer the roses, and permit me to hope that l do not fall so far below your anticipa- tions as you rise above my own. What perfectly lovely curl your barber can give the tip of mustachioi' And the Yelled laughed low and melodious little laugh at MT. Browns unreadiness of speech.
 But George rallied instantly, had an ice brought, and found no difficulty ip conversing with his companion, whom he mentally decided was the very merri- est woman he h Id ever met in his life. Monotony? He had found way out of that woe, to certainty, no matter what dilemm he might be inviting. He pro- posed dinner, but it was declined {; wine? No.
 !" l have the evening at my disposal" said George.
 "I have not. dine at 6. lean spare one hour, if you desire" said the Yelled.
 Shall we drive ?"
 '' would prefer a walk on the street."
 They joined the throng on the west side of Broadway. The sun was low, and the dusky petals of the jacqueminots dropped as the sharp air struck them. The Yelled drew her furs over them tenderly. "l must keep the beautiful things warm for the sake of the giver," said she. There was something in her voice as she said this that made the blood run quick in Georges veins. Nothing monotonous about this woman George was sure of that.
 A board on the sidewalk announced the exhibition of Mir. Margins entire art collection for three days previous to sale by auction.
 Do you fancy things of that sort ?" asked George.
 Oh, very much"
 Shall we see them ?"
 "I shall be delighted"
 Gsorge and the Yelled entered the rooms, up one flight, so we'll known to buyers and sellers of those things which men gather together when the ticker reads right, and the auctioneer sells when the white tape of destiny comes out with the wrong hgures on it.
 George bought a catalogue, and they walked slowly through the rooms. Few were present. In the little hallway at the right of the main room George and the Yelled were alone. They paused be- fore pretty picture of two lovers, young and fond, the maiden half reclining upon the breast of the youth, and with up- turned lips inviting kiss. The Yelled leaned heavily upon Georges arm. Her face was very near his. He bent his head. The Yelled inclined her face so that the heavy folds fell away from her lovely mouth. George pressed his lips to hers, for long, rspturous, intoxi- eating. maddening twentieth of a minute. The Yelled drew herself away.
 "You have the sweetest lips in this world !" said George.
 The Yelled shrank from him.