The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-02-27

men who are tired of lie, but to glrlS, who are just beginning to see something of life" Sue sighed and ceased speak ing. wondered if she had an eastern lover. My blood boiled at the thought. You are also from the east, are you not ?" she asked.
 "Yes."
 "I thought so. Your pronunciation told me as much. Are your parents liv- ing there3"
 "My mother is dead" replied. CT don't know where my father is. He spends his time in roaming about the country"
 "My mother is dead" she replied, turning her eyes away from me and gaz- ing into the fire.
 l heard the old gentleman's footsteps. Imlette assumed a2 air of liveliness.
 "Well, Robinson"
 "Robins, father"
 "Yes; we'll, Robins, do you want to board with us2'
 Yes, sir" replied, without hesita- ton.
 "l thought you would come around all right Imlette, dear, it is time you were seeing about supper We do our own work, Robins"
 The girl arose promptly and left the room.
 "I rather like you," said MT. Fletcher, turning to me. "They tell me that am not exactly souud in my mind, but peo. pie talk at random, you know but to tell the truth have passed through enough to drive any man crazy" n1am1AA kAvwn~4 IAn~ kh~4rnh which fmlette had quilted tho room.
 "Yes," he continued, "it is a wonder that am not raving maniac. We arc alnost strangers to each other, Robins, but l don't mind telling you in con6- dence."
 He placed his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. Then, speak ing through his fingers, he continued:
 About six years ago man-a hand some scoundrel-came to our Aeighbor- hood in the east. invited him to my house. What is the use of recalling it all? His name was Henry Pstter. He he ran away with nay wife. She Is dead, thank God. The scoundrel is not dead, but will kill him when we meet. He came out here, learned, several years ago. followed him, but he disappeared. There, don't say anything about it." We sat long tune iR silence. Then we heard lmlette approaching. The old man shook of his air of crushing gnef, and as the girl entered the room he said l:
 "Yes, Robins. we would like to have you board with us. We are very lonely at times."
 "Supper is ready, father"
 "Glad to hear it, said the old man. Come, Robins. With an effort think that you can put up with our mode of living"
 CHAPTER III.
 Clients were few, if any at all, but to me Hoganville was more than paradise. At morning would go to my office, not to study law, but study the magnificent creature whom had just seen. Day after day we had spoken of commonplace things; night after night we smiled at jokes that were we'll worn. l had no heart for the law. had no heart at all. It was gone-passed into Imlette's keep ing. What would she do with itp How would she treat it2 shut myself in my office and tried to reason. might as we'll have tried to invent flying ma chine. This state of affairs could not long remain. would be driven to mad ness. would leap into the river. Why did not speak to her-throw myself at her feet and tell her how crazy was2 1 could not. When was with her a quiet, serene air which she had never wholly put aside held mo In check which felt at the time to be gentle, but which af- terward knew was powerful. soon discovered that the old mans mind was not sound. At evening, when lmlette was putting away the dishes, he would always begin conversation by saying:
 "Yes, there is only one man whose blood l want If die without meeting him lmlette must kill him"
 How can you think of such horrible idea2" 1 asked once. "Your daughter could not stain her hands with blood"
 "Oh, yes," he replied. "Oh, yes, with the blood of the man who stained her home with shame"
 his gun, would spend hour after hour in the forest. knew that he was not hunt ing game. l knew that he was looking for the man who had destroyed his hap piness. He believed that his enemy still lurked near Hoyanville. Horrors how correct was his belief.
 One day, while Mir Fletcher was in the woods, Imlette and sat looking into the great Fireplace.
 Imlette,' said I, "we have known each other quite long time, haven't wei"
 Only three months" she replied.
 But even a month is long time in a new country
 "True," she said. "I often find day very loHg"
 Il thought that to you the hours were golden"
 They once were golden. but now many of them are dross."
 She turned her eyes upon me. had never seen her face so sad.
 "I wish that there were some one who could make the time pass pleasantly for