The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-07-25

Again he laughed, his odd worldly
 almost sardonic little laugh, and went
 on:
 You, of course, took me and my little
 troupe for jus; what we appeared to be
 twenty years ago-an amiable family, of
 cosmopolitan tastes, in quest of chan ,e
 aud recreation. l will let you into
 curious secret dare say that you have
 found out for yourself long ago that hu.
 manity may be classified under two heads;
 the 6rst consisting of those who Can
 amuse themselves the second, of those
 who cannot. The calling of men like
 myself supplies the needs of the latter
 class. l have foated hydropathic estab-
 lishments, fensions de famiile. hotels,
 country houses of new-made nillionaires
 In all parts of the civilized globe; but
 while entertaining and enrlchlng others,
 myself remain pauper. Were old Ho-
 ratio Bohagoroke to be gathered to his
 fathers tomorrow, he would hardly leave
 the where~ithal to provide his remains
 with christian burial."
 While making this confession, Mir.
 Bolingbroke had allowed himself to sh ake of his forced elasticity of manner, to for get his society smlle-wrinkles were per
 mitted to have tull play, the tEim, upright hgure to fall into its natural bend. 1 Saw
 before me a careworn, feeble wreck of former days.
 My company" he went on, "my arti. ficial family, IS very expensive one and extortlonate to boot. The sal rles of these people, my dear sir, increase every year, nd you little know how much e.se l have to contend wlth. These sott- voiced duennas, these playful sons and daughters, l assure you, quarrel ike Cat and dog behind the scenes, and make life intolcraole to me-"
 But Lionelle ? asked. "Talk of her."
 "Ah, Lionelle She had nothing in common with the mercenary herd 1 al- Jude to she ever treated me kindly and oecominkly," said the old man, wipIng away genuine tear. Then, with a sud den touch of the theatrl :al, he added: ' as long as live, were it to cost me my last morsel of bread, 1 shall place an lm- mortelle on thas sweet girl tomb.'
 She is dead, then2" asked, for the moment unmlndful of the intervening years, unmindful also of her m,suc words and mex pllCaoie inuuendoes, dwell Ing on her beauty, sprigntliness and grace, so fresh in my memory sull. Llonelle is dead r'
 She died few years after the date of our soJourn here In your coaIp ny, aud dIed, as fully believe on the eve ol a splendid triumph
 New hghI now flashed on my mind l began to discern what Lloneiie playful vaunt might mean. She mad beeo, then, an actress, and throwIng herself, heart ana soul, into ideal characters, mlsht well boast exemption from the ordin-ry doom, Ill Certan sense, of a brlgnt, an envlaole immortallty-the radiant im- perSonatlons into which the born arust throws herself, the emoooied Juhets," the Rosallnds," the "Ophends of the poets creatlon-may not these htIingty wear flowers of amaranth, ser pents entwlned, since they live tor- ever! l realized now Lloneile's lmper- sonal gayety, her aloofness rom every. cay feeling and passlon-how while seem- ing to take part and lot III ordinary ex- lstence, her Inner life, her individuality, had nothing in common With us. But the dark tragedy she had hinIed at, the secret sorrow, the undYng grlef-whAt were they! l allowed MT. bollngoroke to pratIle on.
 Triumph was undoubtedly in store for her, but a short-llved artistic Career at best,' he continued. " Those slender, fair girls have not the coarser stuff oi the artist in them. And my poor Llonele was very unhappy-she hac gwen her heart to villain Her father, an lncur- riglblc gamester-a klno-hearled nan, tor all that-rulned thIs fellow, Lloneiles lover, in play. The poltrooa cast her of, and, ike the brave glrl she was, sne set herself the task of earnlug enough money to pay back the deot thus vlndIcaupg ner father honor and nooly revenglnk her self. Death overlook the oear Visionary ere her task was fairly begun"
 Just then my old trend, catching sight of our host approaching, pulled himself together, put on ms set smile, and be- came the MT Brollng goroke O every day.
 "Ah," cried the master of the house, breaking in upon our confidence; you nave m Ade my guest feel at home atrea1y see. MT. BJiing broke MT. Gerald Archer"
 The formal introduction over, my Gag iostro, vaca.!ns h.s cnAlr, male roon or our host, and quilted us, ito Join the adies," he said, smlling pleasantly.
 A most agreeable, ~eiIlntoImed, pol shed old fellow that,' said my Au.ra- ian. :" No acq laintance, you know, n ake-beiief. Inc fact IS "-and here the millionaire broke luto augh at his own expense -" my w,ie and are so completely at sea in tne mater 'f entertaining people and the ways ot 'ociety Tn general, tnat, at the suggestion 't our upnolsterer, we nave got pro. master of ceremonies 10 set u; ,o,ng. You will see hoy he manages 'ur first sarden-parry, to take place O. morrow. My 0ellef IS that IL wlll go otf ;apitally."
 And once more he laughed also ,ould not resist smile, although my ,eart was heavy within me. Some seit- shness was mingled with the sorrow. Al | east Llonelie had never belonged to an. other. 1 could cali her mine sliu.