The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-08-11

Iuk HAIA, uIOau ouu AuCoSCA ALttAO creature, paving the dean, and know ing nothing of all those letters, went away sorrowfully, forced to think that even this lion had not escaped with his dew claws uncut.
 After lunch the quartette went out to stroll on the Barracca. As they passed along the Strada Reale by the lace and silver shops of the Borgs, many eyes followed Mary Young, and endorsed the gallant colonel's opinion. Her face possessed that shy bright ness-not of the eyes alone, for that you may find unoer many an un- slightly Maltese hood-which is the charm of girl at once healthy and sensitive. Her clear complexion, per- haps her wavy brown hair, were her fathers; but the soft lines of mouth that seemed ever trembling on the verge of tears or laughter were her own. She wore sailors hat, and tight fitting, jaunty- tailed jacket, and she carried 8 stick.
 For Major Macdonald, though he twirled his moustache-it was reddish, and his face was freckledAand swag- gered little as he passed the club, he made put poor show. He had no longer will of his own, and the men at the club window knew it. He had nothing to say, and thought himself inexpressively stupid. He made no resistance even when the dean pre- sently shook him off, but went away to nope alone. But courage, major l Perhaps some one found the gallant veterans wit and wisdom a poor sub- stitute for your stupidity; and was scarcely sorry when the boat which bore his knightship to his vessel was lost among the score or SO that were darting this way and that, like so many green and blue dragon flies at play on the rippling surface.
 The father and daughter stood awhile, looking over the quarantine harbor, and debating whether they should pay certain call at Sliema, the suburb beyond it. They had just de. cided to do so, when Mary espied Da- vies, the deans servant, hurrying towards them. "What is it?" asked the dean, W hen the man had come up with them.
 "Your sister has arrived, sir p he replied breathlessly.
 The dean looked down at him mo- ment, faint expression of amusement on his face; and such was the kindly criticism of his attitude that the painter of his portrait could have wished for no better opportunity. "l am glad," he said at last, in measured accents, "I am glad you are not given to gossiping, Davies"
 The servant looked astonished, as he we'll might. and colored. But he an- swered, "Yes, sir" and touched his hat.
 "I say, Davies, I am glad that you are not given to gossiping," repeated the dean, blandly, "because if you were you would have learned, though you have not been with me long, that have no sister, and, consequently, that 1t is impossible there should be any sister of mine at-the hotel, I think you said."
 "Well, sir, she-I mean there is a lady lunching in your room, sir. was told to let you know that she had arrived" the man explained.
 "Lunching in our room p cried Mary, her curiosity aroused. "Good gracious, papa! do come. It must be some one who knows us very we'll"
 Tf Davies story be correct" replied the dean, with ominous meaning, Git must be some one who knows us very well. We will go and do the honors.' J
 They started on their climb up the marrow Strada San Marco, while the servant, puzzled and chop fallen, toiled slowly up the steep pavement behind them.
 "Who can it be?" asked Mary softly.
 "My dear," answered her father with tinge of asperity, chow can ] tell? And what does it matter? dc not think that we have many friends of whom we have reason to bt ashamed"
 Arriving at the hotel, they found Angelo awaiting them on the stairs His southern face was aglow with eagerness to please. "Your excel. lency's sister has descended here, sare, he cried, effusively rubbing his hands as he prepared to go before them te their sitting room. "She was too latt for the table dhote, and the crowd ah, my eyes! it was tremendous! Sht takes chop and tomato sauce in youl excellency's room."
 A chop and tomato sauce! And 1T their rooml The passage was dusky The dean's face-perhaps it was better , so-could not be seen. And he saiG nothing. But probably he thought . , great deal. Probably he was not alto. 3 gether unprepared for the sight whicl met his eyes when Angelo threw opel
 the door. A tall, middle-aged lady 1 ->1 I Al