The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-02-27
orpheus and Eurydiee.
IH. s. Keller, in Nev York cllppe,

la' D. Aeiiefs ID New fork Oiipper.I
 The pleasing fable of mythology con- earning Orph. and Fury. will do to sing children to sleep, but when you want to regulate the sun. start the street cars and govern the price of cheese, you've got to modernize it a bit.
 They did it nicely in New York, and it drew clouded houses; and the picture galleries were ransacked for weeks after. wards by available spins tcrs looking for back number OTpheuses. But the article vas very scarce, hence the dearth of marriage notices in the columns of the Aant Ton, or something to that effect
 Fury. went down to the river to give the children their semi annual bath bare foot. That vas very wrong in Fury. to do. No mother goes down to the river nowadays barefoot to swash the kids in the water. The back kitchen, with a wash tub of steaming suds, horse hair towel and a word of reprimand is the or dained ticket of the to-day time modus operandi of swimming the great un- washed But the Fury. of mythology vas bound to do it barefoot. She did, and snake nipped her in the vicinity where the garter ought to have been. As she didn't wear the prescribed poisoned hose of commerce, she, and not his snake. ship, was poisoned. She clomb.
 Orpheus was harpest of great fame. l presume he could pick the harp in a more satisfactory sort of style than any son of Italia who ever landed in Castle Garden. The very beasts of the field used to travel five miles to hear Orph. play, and the trees bowed down when he twanged the gut. If Orph. was alive to- day, the beasts would travel five miles out of their way to get bsyoad the un- earthly strains of his hell-in-a-green- baize bag, wound up after each time with a wagon wrench. The trees would now wi,her and die, and there wouldn't be any maple sugar next spring-unless last years surplus of ay-blowo material would hold out until the yearn for the sacchar- inc in the crude had elapsed.
 After Orph. had portioned out the motherless children among the homes for the homeless of Thessaly he began to feel down in the mouth. It was only sort oi feeling, for Fury. had forgotten to fill up the earthen jars with sugar crusted doughnuts before she went to the river to slush the kids. There wasn't even a mince pie nor pound cake in the pantry. All that was left to remind Orph. of his spouse was a wad of auburn hair combings on the mantel and a bill at the cleakmaker's shop.
 But Orph was disconsolate. There was no mistaking it. He just pined for Eury., beyond doubt. He missed her soft foolstep on the stairs, when nightly she came down to show him how to un- lock the front door without toothpick. Orph. was trifie lax about such things but his memory was retentive when he sat down to his lRjine "-rubber codfsh balls fried by au imported slave girl from Way Back. He wanted E ary. But she had clomb. Orph. didn't play very much upon his golden harp after E iry. got bit by snake. He just sort of pined away but he didn't die. Now, the old story, according to mythology, has it that he went into strange land with his harp, after Fury. He played his way right in- to the hearts of the strange spirits, and got Fury. of on bail to accompany him back to terra-cotta, or som ething of that order. There was one proviso, viz: that he mustn't look back or Fury. would skip back to the edge of damp cloud.
 But he looked back.
 That was where Orph. was dead wrong -according to mythology. Now, the whole fact of the case is this: The fel- low who wrote the pretty fable thought he would do something that would last. l am happy to say it has. But the man who lost his wife from snake bite didn't go after her with harp at all. He had more sense. He just buckled up his harness, took big purse of money and went and married shy girl He bad. gered the life out of his SC cond vile tell. ing her what great cook Mrs. Orpheus No. was. And that's the true story of Orph. and Fury.