The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-16

Two or three weeks after Lily receives letter from Duke saying friend of his is coming east and will she entertain him while he is in town2 Of course she will. This news she communicates to Fife with great glee. His name is Huntly," she adds.
 One day as Fife is standing by the window in her room, all equipped for ride, she sees an elegant stranger coming up the walk leading to the house she wonders who he can be. they have many callers, but not usually at this time of day.
 Presently Lily comes rushing into her room flushed, excited and breathless, "Oh, Fife, he has comel"
 "Whsm?" gasps Fife, with bated breath.
 "Why, MT. Huntly, ot course," returns Lily.
 "Oh," says Fife, shortly, she is keenly disappointed, for she has forgotten all about MT. Huntly, and there is but one he to her now.
 "You will come down nowp
 "Are we not going to ride, then ?"
 How can wep
 Then will have to change my dress2
 "Yes," says Lily, absently. "You will be down soon?" as she is leaving the room.
 No, ages may elapse before leave this apartment" answers Fife, trying to appear in her usual spirits. Lily laughs, and is gone,
 After all, why should carer dread to meet the Duke anyway, and l should be glad to know 'tis not be-" soliloquises Fife, as she dons another dress, in which she looks inimitable as ever.
 She is very much pleased with MT. Huntly, and he brings her letter from Duke. "My darling" it runs, "I hope you will be kind to my friend. have told him of our romantic courtship, so you can have no hesitancy in speaking of me to him. He has been with me ever since 1 left home. Oh, my darling, how long to see you; but weeks and months may elapse ere then"
 Efie's acquaintance with the Dukes friend progresses rapidly, and now the short days are coming on, and she awakes to the fact that she loves this man. What shall she do2 Her letters to the Duke are not changed, for she always writes in a light mood, and seldom alludes to her love, but now she feels treacherous. She is the embodiment of truth, and as she sits in her room facing this trouble, the very first that has ever assailed her, she ponders on which is the better way: to avoid MT. Huntly and keep faith with the Duke, or to write the latter and tell him she loves his friend. To be sure, Mir. Huntly has not told her he loves her, but does that alter her love for him No. And could she marry Duke with her heart another's2 No. She must be honest with him, she will write at once. As she takes up her pen, her head droops, and her thoughts return to the evening before. She is standing on the veranda, watching one of those wonderful glows in the west. The sun has set, and deep red is visible along the edge of the hori- zon. A faint tinge of pink comes into the sky above, and the red mounts up to meet it, till the heavens seem lurid fam C, and then diminishes, until it leaves a deep rose tint, from which gleams forth, in perfect loveliness, the star and cres- cent, making scene so sublime that a painter would cast aside his bru sh in des- pair.
 "How long time it seems since knew you not2" says voice close. be- side her. MT. Huntly has come upon her unawares.
 She feels strange thrill of delicious security and peace steal over her at his words. She questions not wherefore, but looks up laughing into his eyes. bent with such passionate earnestness upon her, gaze so full of unspoken longing and wistful desire, that in an instant she knows her own heart. She bows her head in tremulous si- lance and fhA lauohtAr d;ae 0o h ar l;re
 "Hew warm for November" he says at length. "But am sure you are chilly, let me get you shawl"
 "Yes, 1 am cold" her voice is scarcely above whisper, will go in"
 "No, no; 'tis SO lovely out here; stay but little longer, will get you wrap" l A L Al- | -l