The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-04-25
cas1iassd fyen Pax. Tws.


 her own pleasure. desired her entire con6dcnce: she on the contrary wished only for my absenee. Atlength she arose, and walked across the room, and stood with her side face toward me, looking wearily ont upon the brilliant winter morning. Seeing her 70 strong, pro posed descent to the music room. She assented without willingness. sat down at the piano afaer placing my patient in a low Turkish chair, and played some things which hold the deepest and tend crest memories of my life. Atlength my own mood indueCced Miss Toxel. I seated myself beside her.
 "Will you never forgive me ?" asked.
 "You have been very, very unkiud to me, Dr. Arndt," said Miss Toxel, turning her eyes to mine tor the first time in the day.
 "Can you not now, after what has passed, after know so much of the truth, can you not tell me all can you not give me your entire confidence, my dear Miss Toxel, and let me at least ad- wise you intelligently in regard to life which so earnestly hope may be long and happyp
 kOu AANC (OuuOGuCC, 8uU my respect, Dr. Arndt; have told you that there was nothing more than an impres- sion. That impression has become a conviction. thought last night that had ensured the life and happines, of one who is dearer, flax dearcr to me than my ewn soul. You have undone the work which had completed, so far as my acts and intentions could go. You have brought me back to life which holds only one hideous reality. You prevented me from being suicide, but you force me to be murdercss," Miss Toxel spoke calmly, and without agitation. The events of the past day had been too mo- mentous to leave room or energy for further emotion the beautiful woman who stesdfastly regarded me with her unshrinking eyes was a cold, passionless intellect, remorseless in logic and con- clusions.
 Upon my own part felt a sense of guilty interference with the decd and life of another, and for a moment regretted the work of the night before, which 1 had been so eager to accomplish-but only for moment.
 "That is one view of the matter, Miss 4OACls S4lo OuA N lS nOk d NlCW SuS~ tained by any facts whatever. You are not Georges murderer, for he is alive, is perfectly well. and sleeping soundly at my off :e at this moment, hope. Nor is there the least reason, so far as can see, to imagine that you will ever cause his death. unless you drive him to mad ness by your unfounded delusions am speaking very plainly to you. am speaking not as would speak to most women, but to a creature of intellect, reason and determin ation, inferior to those of no one have ever met. You are too fine thing to be thrown care lessly away; you can give and receive too much happiness to be lost without an effort 10 keep you. This strange fancy of yours rises from some trifllng physical Arrangement which few weeks, or even days, may wholly remove. Is it not ab- surd to wreck the possibility of two de- lightful existences upon the slender ground of morbid suspicion 1"
 CT have said all of these things to my self thousand times" said Miss Toxel, rousing "do you suppAs a woman's heart can relinquish life and love to- gether without stru ygle9 Do you not know from the things which you have seen and heard that no rack or flames dured for the few days just past! put them away from me. saw clearly and acted justly. You have brought me back ito the dungeon and the stake"
 was happy over Miss Toxel's earnest ness. Her jooation was in elegant lan- guage, but it was a jobation, after all, and it gave me hope. How glad was to be scolded by her!
 "All that you say would be perfectly true," replied, "but for one thing. You have not brought any harm to George, and it is entirely improbable that you ever will. insist that the wise course for you is to wait to see what the future holds. For an instant admitting that you are correct, that your love would be Georges death, there will be time enough to convince him of this, to part from him, to put oceans between you, and forget the strange uuhappiness of your fates."
 "And would that be better than death It would be death to me, by slow days o heart-breaking. cannot live without his love. l will not live without it. It is more than life to me. O, it was easy last night to lie down and think that my life was given for his good, and that we might meet again beyond deaths de- minion."
 But you continually assert the reality of what fully believe to be a fancy, wholly without foundation, Miss Toxel Give yourself the benefit of the doubt make this sure by time and test then, if indeed some strange work of your life upon his should make your love an evil to George, you still have time enough to complete that which undid last night. Only wait. That is all ask. George need know nothing of this: he is now in perfect health-we will watch him, you with the eyes of love, with the light of long experience. You will be w-rned in time. Then if danger comes, try brief separation, and see if it is yourself and