The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-07-18

man nor the elder inuuded on my soli- tude while it lasted. It was one of those almost phenomenal June evenings in England, when rose-scents, waited through open easements, and jasmine al- lies lighted by the glow-worrn, have al most southern delciousre:S
 Soon the sounds sf wallz-softly rath- CT than brilliantly played-reached me from the terrace. Some happy inspira- tion had led Mrs. Boiling broke to the |. piano, and there-n no dancers ever more beautifully matched-vhirled Lionelle and her brother on the sw I'd, set round with standard roses. vas no passionate j dancer myself and perhaps had hardly danced at dozen balls in my life, but did long to be in Julian's place now Not that could hope to equal the per formance of Lionelles partner The waltzing of both was so finished, yet so easy, that l had never seen anything a, all like it, except, indeed, at the opera And the two harmon zed so we'll toge her the sisters lissome form, the brother tall, symmetrical 6gure-altogether it was : quite spectacle. The thought occurred to me as watched them, that those who would waltz we'll should never waltz ex. cept with their brothers and sisters, in or der to have no romance about the ecca- sion, and to be able to throw heart and soul into their performance, and make il work of art
 The dance over, Julian came up to me Iaughingiy flaming himself with his mothers fan, an exquisite little Louis Se.ze.
 "My sister and find waiting dull work. We cannot get up quarrel over it, do what we will" he said i" whereas | am as much ahead at battledore ana shuttlecock. It is a perpetual wrangIe then"
 " am poor dancer-that is tc say by comparison. Will Miss BoIingbroke nevertheless, waltz with me, do you think ?" replied.
 How could any girl under the circum- stances refuse? 1 wal,zed once, twice, three times with Lionelle, and she Ger tainly did not compliment me on my skill. The piquant part of the dance, in- deed, lay in her openly expressed dissat- isfaction with myself Apparently quite indifferent to my admiration of her own dancing, she forthwith set herself to i'm prove mine, as if the waltz were an al- important part of human life. There was, moreover, in every word, look and action, as far as was concerned, a self abnegation-an impersonality that pug zled me greatly. Why such keen interest Tn stranger, unless the lovely Lionelle, like every other nlnety-ninth daughter of Eve out of hundred, was a consummate Coquete2
 But this curious contradiction-on the one hand, alertness to be kind, sisterly, Serviceable on the other reluctance to be feminine, freakish. bewitching-mAde de her, in my eyes, thousand times more adorable. s. ortive she was enough, now singing snatches of French or Italian song, now ecstatically placing a glow worm in the heart of white rose and contemplating it, now trying to initiate the notes of nightingale in the copse hard by; and in al! that she did was a seeking after effects that set down to nature artistically endowed aud cultivated beyond most She did not seem content to realize the sensuous beauty around her, but must ever look for ulterior results ever be throwing herself into the imagi- nation of others. The lazy, languid talk of two, so called forth, as deemed, by the circumstances, was evidently not to her taste. What so easy as to get up little playful sentiment amid these star lit rose alleys, within sight and sound of placid, ripp(ing sea2
 could not suppose that coquetry was foreign to her nature. and the thought that her heart already belonged to an- other was not to be entertained for mo. ment. l set down, therefore, the usual indifference of her behavior, for 1 knew not by what other name to cali it. to se- riousness of character This singular girl, without being, as far as could dis cover, in the least learned or serious, was yet given to ponder on the subtler aspects of nature and life. It might be also that untoward family circumstances had sob- cred her temperament in early youth. Flower of amaranth, serpent self-en- twined l" l cried picking up the flower and the bracelet she had let fall in our dancing lesson. "Why these emblem, ot immortality, Miss Bolingbroke Are you, then, exempt from the ordinary lot of humanity2 Can you, then, afford to laugh at Time himself's throwing care. both SO portentous to the rest of us?" JSSsihSAy, oS pIuucICu the rich crimson blossom, and begged per- mission to adjust the bracelet.
 Evidently gratifed at having mystifed me, and accepting my imputa,ion as sweetest flattery, she answered in low, in- sinating, suggestive tones:
 And why not! Though do not m ake light of the happiest, the saddest dover than can beiall human beingl The dover of those who can never die ["
 was about to ask the meaning of such Sphinx-like response, when the silvery, anxious voice of Mrs. Bolingbroke sounded from within.
 "Lionelle, my child, the night grows chilly. Come in, implore you!'' CHATTER WI CANNOT DE-"
 The Mrs. Arbuthnot spoken of did not come, nor the Lavenhams either, but oe- fore week was out we numbered large f.