The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-02-07

Wnicnanaa been thrown aWAB among the rubbish. She found this one day. and at once proceeded to clean 1t and oil it She hung it up near the door, with the eartridges in little hak bes;de it, and whenever ! went for q walk she would take if down and insiss upnn sle carrying N with me. ln my aheHSce SAe would always bolt the door. Apart fspm her apprehensions she auemed fairlV hapnv busying herself in helping Ma.fan when she was not attending upon nie, She was wonderfully nimble- -fingered and naty in an domestic duties.
 CHAPTER V.
 It was not long before discoveredthat her suspicious were we'll founded and that this nan from ArchangeI was still lurking in the vicinity. Being restless one night rose and peered out of the window. The weather was somewhat cloudy, and could barely make out the line of the sea and the loom of my boat upon the beach. As gazed, however, and my eyes became accustomed to the ooscurity, became aware that there was some other dark blurr upon the sands. and that in front of my very door, where certainly there had been nothing of the sort the preceding night. As l stood at my diamond-pa1ed lattice, still peering and peeping to make out what this m;gh; be, great bank of clouds rolled slowly away from the face of the moon. and a Hood of cold, clear light was poured down upon the silent bay and the long sweep of its desolate shores. Then saw what this was which haunted my door, step. It was he, the Russian. He squatted there like gigantic toad, with his legs doubled under him in a strange Mongo- Han fashion, and his eyes fixed appar- ently upon the window of the room in which the young girl and the house. keeper slept. The light fell upon his upturned face, and saw once more the hawk-like grace of his countenance, with the single deeply-indented line of care upon his brow, and the protruding beard which marks the passion ate nature. My flrst impulse was to shoot him as tres passer, but, as ] gazed, my resentment changed into pity and contempt. Poor Dol," ] said to myself, Sis it then possi. ble that you, whom have seen looking oPen-eyed at present death, should have your whole thougets and ambition centered upon this wretched slip of girl-a girl, too, who flies from you and hates you. Most women would love you were it but for that dark face and great handsome body of yours-and yet you must needs banker after the one in a thousand who will have no traffic with you" As l returned to my bed chuckled much to myself over this thought l knew that my bars were strong and my bolts thick. It mattered little to me whether this strange man spent his night at my door or a hundred leagues oil, so long as he was gone by the morning. As expected, when 1 rose and went out there was no sign of him, nor had he left any trace of his mid night vigil.
 It was not long, however, before 1 saw him again. had been out for row one morning, for my head was aching, partly from prolonged stooping and partly from the effects of a noxious drug which had inhaled the night before. pulled along the coast some miles, and then, feeling thirsty, landed at place where knew that fresh-water stream trickled down into the sea. This rivulet passed through my lanc, but the mouth oi it, where found myself that day. was beyond my boundary line. felt somewhat taken aback when, rising from the stream at which l had slaked my thirst, I found myself face to face with the Russian. 1 was as much trespasser now as he was, and could see at a glance that he knew it.
 wish to speak few words to you" he said gravely.
 Hurry up then l" answered, glanc- ing at my watch. "l have no time to listen to chatter"
 "Chatter !" he repeated angrily. "Ah, put there. You Scotch people are strange men. Your face is hard and your words 'ough, but SO are those of the good fish .rmen with whom stay, yet l find that beneath it all there are kind. honest na- ures. No doubt you are kind and good, oo, in spite of your roughness."
 In the name of the devil" said, say your say, and go your way. am weary of the sight of you"
 "Can l not soften you in any way ?" he :ried. An, see-see fere"-he pro- iuced small Grecian cross from inside ais velvet jacket. "Look at this. Our eligions may differ in form, but at least ve have some common thoughts and ceilings when we see this emblem.n
 l am not so sure of that" answered.
 He looked at me thoughtfully.
 .".You are a very strange man," he aid at last cannot understand you. You still stand between me and Sophie. i is dangerous position to take, sir. )h, believe me, before 1t is too late. If 'ou did bat know what have done to jain that woman-how have risked my 'ody, how l have lost my soul. You are small obstacle to some which l have urmounted-you, whom a rip with a 'nife or blow from stone would put ut of my way forever. But God pre- erve me from that, he cried wildly. "I m deep-too deep-already. Anything ather than that"
 "You would do better to 20 back to our own county" l said, 3than to skulk Hr,~ eA a