The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-05-09
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the wicker cageg which, unnoticed by the audience, had been suspended near the ceiling in the middle of the auditorium. All of the little doors opened when the arrow struck the cage, and the cloud of pigeons eircled down and covered the Pieeon-C Charmer as before, and smiling and lowing, Mrs Johnson, half hidden by the fiuttering wings of her enamored subjecss, stepped backward from the stage.
 sIt was Mrs. Johnson, certainiy,n said George.
 "Surely," replied. @and we must see her immediately, before she disappears again as if the earth had swallowed her"
 As l spoke . proscenium door opened, and the little black haired boy hastened to us with a note saying that Mrs. John son would be pleased to see MT. Aylie and Dr. Arndt immediately.
 The dressing-room where we found Garcia and the Pigeon-C Ch armer, and the inevitable John, was hardly large enough to hold our party when we were all in- side and the door shut Mrs. Johnson barely recognized me, and then flung her arms about Georges neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips in the frankest and most affectionate manner possible.
 "And you have looked the world over for me, George2" said Mrs. Johnson, as she released him from her embrace, as a mother might look on son returned from far journey. And we never knew it at all. The day left you at the sea- side, we all sailed for Buenos Ayres, and we never came back until this very day. Only think of iii We were delayed by an accident to the steamer, and now we meet you the very first thing. Several people in New York could have told you where we were; but they did not know who you were, or why you wanted me, and they waited to hear from me, and never got their letters, and we meet you the very first thing-how strange it isw And Mrs. Johnson kissed George again and again. Garcia showed his white teeth under the cold-black, curling mus taches in his pleasant smile, with his tin- seled arms folded across his ample chest, and again Mrs. Johnson's lovely brown eyes beamed on George as she continued her exclamations. Mrs. Johnson was still in her stage costume she had taken of the blonde wig, and her own chesnut hair was bound tightly round and round her head, and she had decorated one of Georges cheeks with visible patch of red from her own face but no one mo- ticed the absurdities of the situation as Mrs. Johnson, holding one of Georges hands in both of her own, went on. "And you went to Devonshire, too, after me, George-and you thoughtyou had found mel Well-how strange 1t all is, any wayl Emmal Where's Emma ?' cried Mrs. Johnson, releasing Georges hand, and pushing her husband aside, and seizing and dragging from behind him a woman we had not noticed previously, Mrs Johnson herself, the stranger seemed to me the same beautiful hair, tender brown eyes, lovely mouth and noble shape; the same white beautiful hands, in a word, Mrs. Johnson's very self, as we saw her lasA in a black dress with a low corsage, only the face was covered with a burning blush. and the eyes dropped as they met Georges eager glance while her lips murmured 70, Ju- lial" imploringly.
 70, don't all look so astonished," said Mrs. Johnson as she placed Emma in the midst of the group. "It isn't me; it's only sister Elm. with my old dress on. Doesn't she look just like me? It's the oddest thing ever heard of, George, that you should have met Emma just as you did, as she was leaving England for Cuba to meet us there; and Emma thought yon must be some insane per son. She pitied you, though, George" !" said Mrs. Johnson. Don't blush so, Emma, you know you have talked about George all the time for the last two weeks"
 %, Julia Do keep still. please" said Emma, with tears of modification in her eyes.
 Shall take this for an introduction ?" said George, with his most amiable smile, as he took Emma's hand in his own. "Are you, indeed, Mrs. Johpson's sister, and not creature of my own dis ordered imagination as thought when my strange conduct frightened you so2"
 "l am Emma Wilson" said the blush. ing girl, "but don't know whether shall ever acknowledge Julia as a sister again, after her conduct tonight"
 We'll, take time to think about it, while John and wash our faces and put on respectable clothes" said Mrs. John- son, opening the door of the dressing room.
 We walked out George kept the hand he had taken and drew it within his arm, as he and his companion walked up and down, ,oblivious to time and place and surroundings, drawn to each other by that rare and mysterious attraction which makes two hearts within its resistless thrall feel as if all of existence has merely led the way to the one supreme instant of contact meeting hands that cannot part, and trusting eyes that cannot tell a tithe of all the eager souls sweet rest and confidence.
 Little remains. Little do say2 Little only as in perfect peace and happiness there are few incidents to interes, a stranger.
 That winter night we were all Georges guests. The story oi the Johnsons was simnle enouph Garcia was a <fage name