The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-05-23

Ut tSGak0 tOt ned uuk 1nab Ot tuS nOs ordinary friendship.
 The most intense longings of the hu man heart are those which can never b, satisfied. The most perfect Auman hap piness is that which is unattainable. savs through imagination !; the most intenss love is that which finds no response iron the heart of its idol like the stars tha gleam in the night time, the lovelies creations of the universe they are beyond our reach forever and forever.
 The disregard which Gwynn Ortor manifested for Viola Bayne only served to intensity her passion fer him. Had he openly despised her she would have loved him none the less; she thought o nothing except of how she might contrivs to make herself appear favorable in his eyes.
 l She was too proud to acknowledge even to herself, that she had rival. She knew that she was beautiful, aud was conscious of her power. It puxzled and chagrined her to find all her blandish. ments unsuccessful in the great purpose of liie. She grew imp pasient at the pro- longed indifference of the man whom she loved Then she began to have her mis- givings as to the cause of it all. "Has he heart of stoneW she said to herself in despair. Is he incapable of under standing what have so often manifested to him ID many different ways2 There is some reason for his coldness to me, and will follow him until fad 1t out. " She clusched her hands firmly together and ground her teeth in modification.
 Day after day she kept her eyes upon him. Cautious and crafty by nature, she did not let her anxiety or curiosity betray her secret to the observation of others She followed him often in disguise, bu, she was b. filed in every endeavor
 One day there came to her a sudden and wholly unexpected revelation. It was bright summer afternoon, gay comp. ny, prin cipally composed oi the young people of Carbery Canon, had an excursion to Lake Monota, a clear and beautiful sheet of water few miles from the village. There was music and dauc- ing and gala time there. doubt if ever the grand old forest fesounded with the voices of livelier throng.
 Viola Bayne was there. Her keen, cat.like eyes closely regarded every move ment of the man she loved. He barely noticed her, and seemed embarrassed and annoyed at her advances. Sae felt piqued and hurt by his conduct, but these uncomfortable sensations were nothing to the pain, humiliation and rage she ex perieneed before the afternoon was half over. She tried to be cheerful and gay, like the rest of the company, but the pleasantly was assumed, and but mock cry of her real feelings. A small party approached her, and for few moments distracted her attention from the object most prominent in her mind. Upou looking about her again she noticed that Gwynn Orton had disappeared, and only one other person of the company was missing. That one was Linda D k stele 1
 From that instant Viola Bsyne felt in her soul premonition of some impend. ing misfortune her limbs trembled and her teeth chattered. IL required sFsa; effort on her part to conceal her emotions from the observation of those who stood about her. She quietly withdrew from the crowd as soon as she could do so without attracting attention.
 She crept through the bushes with the stealthiness of a panther, pausing to lis ten at every sound. She started and glanced nervously about her at the rust ling of the tree tops, or the cracking of the dry twigs under her feet. She pro ceeded in this manner until she had made the entire circuit of the merry making crowd, but the closest inspection of the grounds failed to give her any clue of the missing pair. Then she started again, making wider circuit, and at last she came to high, rocky bank that bordered the lake shore. She paused and listene auentively. She could hear the rustling of leaves overhead, and the low murmur of waves near by, as they beat and surged upon the sand and pebbles beneath her. She went little further on until she came to the foot of a giant tree, whose three great trunks and gnarled roots and branches, bore the marks of centuries, there she stopped and listened again. Near at hand her keen ears caught the subdued sound of human voices; her heart huttered violently, and her whole form trembled with excitement Stoop. ing down, she crept noiselessly forward, as far as she could without exposing her self to discovery then she drew herself up, and leaning upon one hand while she pressed the other to her heart, as if to still its violent throbbing, she looked cautiously over the low ledge.
 She saw Gwynn Orton and Linda D 'Es- telle seated closely together, on a low flat rock. only few feet below her. Her face crimsoned with an angry Hash, her eyes blazed with suppressed fury she looked like beautiful tigress, ready to spring from her covert, and with one blow annihilate the woman who from that moment she regarded as her most dangerous enemy.
 Only her caution and remarkable self- possession restrained her from manifest ing her presence to those below. Bending her ear closely to the ground she listeoed She could hear every word of their con- versation, "I say she is nothing to me," |" said the man earnestly. "I am tired oi her familiarity, and annoyed by her ad- vances. She is a woman without princi-