The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-05-02

Stnce agnes went away. Will she return George seems to have entirely forgotten her in fact he hardly seems to recognize
 any of as; Mrs. Johnson also is wholly absorbed in caring for her patient. lam myself like one in dream. prescribe for Mrs. Baxter, see that the women of the house attend her, and feed the dog, John, and the pigeon, who is in a fair way to die of broken heart. The whole situation is SO strange that wonder if l am awake and in my senses.
 June B, 10 p. m.-I am about to re- tire. All are sleeping soundly. The
 weather is very cool George has ;n,- proved wonderfully to-day. He was wide awake about 4 D. m., and asked
 where Agnes was, as if she had gone out tor moment. He noticed Mrs. JohH- son, and asked her if she had not been
 with him great deal for a day or two
 She made no reply at all to him, she drew his head closer to her, and sang to him. and he went to sleep again. She has hardly spoken to any one for the past three days. Mrs. Baxter is improving, and is very anxious about Agnes-the poor, lovely, unfortunate girl It would have been kinder had been less kind to her. We are all in the hands of God {; but ah what agonizing tortures are per- mitted to some of His creatures who have never sinned at all!
 June A Agnes returned this morn ing, and resumed her place with George. l fear the gravest results. He has been wakeful all day, has been calm, but not sleeping well tonight. Agnes came down on the early train. She saw her aunt moment, and barely spoke to me. Mrs. Johnson was in Agnes room, and had not yet dressed. George was sleep ing. Agnes had conversation of some length with Mrs. Johnson, and took solitary walk on the beach before George awoke. She then took her place at his bedside. She is pale and has sui fered thousand deaths; am sure of that; she is calm and determined. Mrs.
 Johnson remains in this house room has been made for her. She has taken her dog and her pigeon again, and has re- sumed her old manner. She and Agnes have been much together-all the time that George slept, to-day. There is a perfect understanding between them. Mrs. Baxter is much better.
 June 20, a. m.-George is much lower tonight than ever before. snatch a moment for this entry. Agnes has been with him all day. He has not slept at all since morning, is dozing now uneasily Mrs. Johnson has not been in his room Agnes is pale and she neither eats nor sleeps. She is silent, collected and reso- iute. She has not said one word to me to-day. Mrs Baxter improves.
 June 27, m.-George was very low all day, and slightly delirious and wander ing for the first time during his illness his delusions were commonplace. At g o'clock Agnes called Mrs. Johnson to her place and sought me on the veranda. She was frightfully pale, her eyes were sunken she looked old.
 " Dr. Arndt," said she, twill you walk with me on the beach2 The house stiAes me-"
 went with her in the shadows of the low western moon. The sea was almost calm. There was heavy dew falling that glistened like diamond dust on Miss Toxels black hair. She had a white knitted shawl thrown over her shoulders. Her hands were ungloved, and she clasped them over my arm as we silently paced the wet sands. Finally she spoke
 [" Let us stop," said she; ;"l am fainti" and she leaned heavily upon my arm, with her forehead on my shoulder. Then she lifted her face to the sky, which was bright with stars over the wide, dark sea.
 "Oh, God in Heaven r said she, slowly and wearily, "I cannot endure this" She tore at tue shawl and collar close against her throat, and gasped for breath.
 My poor, poor Agnes ]" said l.
 "Tell mel" said she, "tell me the truth. | He is much worse since l came backp"
 was silent.
 "Say it" cried Agnes, seizing my arm with force did not think she had. | Say 1t. Add the last misery to life, | which, but for you, would have ended | peacefully long ago-long ago-before I l was murderer at heart, when l had | heaven before me, when was innocent '! l
 George is much worse," said I.
 And he will die, if stay" she said, still grasping my arm.
 He is in the hands of God"
 70, do not talk to me of God. What have to do with God, or with heaven. or with earth2 What amI2 A 6end. feeding on the lives of those who love me SSSe' AOu hii6AA hdNC iCS ne Qfc, when | ! could have atoned my accursed destiny by death, and when mi ght have hoped for heaven, because had paid the pen alty of my fate with my life. George will die. It is not who have murdered him, it is you. I would have let him live. would have given him his life, dear as it was to me, and sacrificed my own gladly -gladly-dear as my lite and his leve were to me and you kept me here you brought me back with your interference you brought me back with your miserable temporizing, which urged me the same way my poor, weak woman's heart urged me It is you who have murdered poor George Aylie, and doomed me to an eternity of torment. l pray God in the high heavens over our heads you may share perdition with me-"
 70, Agnes, Agnesl" cried, Chow cruelty you wrong yourselfl If your curse was that which you say, if indeed your love was A fatal eff how can x,o,,