The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-05-12
/. h Some Otle[ World.
BY CURTIS YORKE.

They met for the first time-on earth-in crowded ballroom; and but stay, anticipate slightly.
 She, Gladys, was seated in the shady gloom of balcony overlooking the street, but made fragrant and retired by banks of perfume shedding flowers. She was tired, and had asked her part ner to leave her to rest awhile. As he lay back in the cushio,ed seat the balmy air of the summer night flaming her forehead, the dreamy rhythm of the music mingling with the ceaseless roar of London in her ears-a sense of drowsiness took pos session of her, from which she was gradually aroused by the curious con- viction, familiar to most of us, that a gaze as yet unseen was bent upon her. She moved restlessly, for she had thought herself alone; then, raising her head, she became aware that at the extreme end of the balcony, which ran along six wide windows, tall, we'll made man was leaning, his head bent slightly forward, his eyes fixed on hers. His face was not in the shadow, but Gladys saw nothing but the eyes. Steady, piercing, concentrated, they compelled her gaze; and as sine gazed she felt an indefinable sense of unre- ality, of bodilessness, come over her. Her soul seemed floating into space. Then she became conscious that hand held hers, and that voice spoke to her. Still she seemed floating on-on into nothingness, and looking upwards, she again seemed to meet the steady gaze of those strange eyes.
 "We have met before," said the voice.
 "Where?" she heard herself say.
 "In some other world," was the answer.
 Then she struggled back to con- sciousness. She was still on the bal cony; and the last few bars of the waltz still quivered on the air. She had not moved, she knew, for spray of stephanotis, which had lain on her knee when she passed into her brief trance, lay there still. The stranger stood where she had first seen him, but his eyes were bent upon the ground. His face, his figure, his very attitude seemed illusively familiar to her. Where had she seen him before2
 Later in the evening, as she was re- turning from the supper-room on the arm of her fancee, Bernard Campbell, ger hostess approached her with tall, distinguished looking man in her wake.
 "Miss Raynor," she said with smile, allow me to introduce MT. Harcourt Kennard."
 Gladys looked up to meet the same pair of penetrating, dark gray eyes which had so startled her on the balcony. Compelling eyes they were, with the look of quiet power about them which characterized the whole face. Not handsome face, but strong Gf severe), with lips that could soften into wonderful sweetness, as they were doing now. His hair and moustache were brown, heavily tinged with gray, In age he looked considerably over thirty.
 What he saw was slender, fair. haired, blue-eyed girl of perhaps twenty, her face not 30 much beauti- full as spirttuelle, and indicative of a highly strung, nervous temperament and markedly keen susceptibilities AS their eyes met she started, then turned shade paler.
 "You will waltz with me?" he said in very low voice.
 It was not the request of stran- ger; it was rather the acceptance of 6 foregone conclusion by a tried and privileged friend. She acquiesced after moments hardly perceptible hesitation, and they were soon gliding among the swaying dancers. Neither spoke until the dance was ended, and it seemed to both that 1t was an un- usnally short one.
 "Have we met before?" she asked ooking up at him with troubled, pug led eyes, as he led her to secluded part of the sultry, fragrant conserve tory. M