The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-08-25

ctAf6S Ludt "1OVo IS luSL. NO QOQ DC. But is it always love, the glamor that takes possession of one's soul at glance, touch of hands, sigh? Can love exist where esteem and compati- bility are not nor ever can be? think there are not many cases of King Caphetua and the beggarmaid. Not often would such an experiment be safe.
 In nine cases out of ten, where young man of noble possibilities throws his fortune into the checked apron of dairy maid, he never can cultivate his wings to lift him over the barnyard fence. We all philoso- phize upon this subject and think of utopian laws that should be enacted for the regulating of marriage.
 But what nonsense! What utter and useless follyl Upon this one sub- ject the most reasonable utterly disre- gard advice. All thought of propri- ety or the fitness of things is thrown to the winds. And as men and women have, from the beginning of time, mar ried for that many -colored, many sided thing called love, so they will continue to do to the end of time.
 You would hardly think, would you, as you read your morning paper over your coffee and toast and chops, in your comfortable dining room, that very near to you, perhaps in the house next door, some one is doing with out breakfast and wondering wildly where the dinner is to come fromp I came across case of this kind last week. A young lady came here sev- eral months ago to clerk in one of the leading dry goods houses. Her salary was five dollars week. After scour- ing the city for place to live in, she finally found a room in respectable quarter for six dollars month, she to furnish her own fuel and light. She had left at home father confined to his bed with broken limb, a twelve year old sister and her mother. She bought a single burner oil stove, and made a cupboard out of 8 pine box. She brought from home the dishes and cooking utensils necessary, and thus equipped, her own cook, laundress, chambermaid and coal carrier, with a hard bed in the third story of board- ing house, she began life, if you could call it living.
 She proved a good clerk, was bright, neat and ladylike. Nobody noticing her behind the counter, so fresh and smiling, could guess that her life was one of daily hardship. In two months it began to tell on her health. She could scarcely drag herself home from the store in the evening. In order to send little money home she stinted herself ill every possible way. At last a day came when she was too ill to 20 to work. She had three dollars in her purse, too proud to ask for help of her employer or any one she knew, she resolved to get we'll and go to work again. To save fuel she piled her clothes on the bed and stayed in it for two.. days. She lived on crusts and little weak tea. Nobody came to see her, except the landlady who told her she couldn't stay there week without her pay. In several days she was able to go back to the store. But she could remain there but & day. When the landlady came into her room the next morning she was tossing in delirium. When the doc- tor saw her, he said her illness came from cold and hunger.
 She is now convalescent. Through the physician's kindness friends went to her and when she is we'll, will be given better place to work.
 The wonder in my mind is, why does girl so situated prefer clerking in a store, with no comforts of life, to working in the kitchen at some refined home where she can have every com- fort?
 MT. Edgar Fawcett, in Ltppincott serves up MT. Browning and his ad- mirers with the most delicious sar- casm, little of which might be ap- piled to that gentleman himself. That there are pedants who admire the English poet just because it is unus- ual to do so, and 1t Is always fashion, able to do unusual things Gin liter ary way) is certainly true. Possibly many who attended the Concord school ot philosophy and were en- raptured with MT. Emerson, were also pedantic. But there are surely many persons of real culture and ex- cellent judgment who read Mir. Browning with pleasure.
 However, to compare him with Tennyson is quite absurd. His most perfect lines arc weak in comparison with those of the poet laurette, and to be obliged to read "Sordello" is enough to muddle the wits of cleverer- headed man than Barry Cornwall, who was afraid he w6s mad, because he could not understand line of the poem.
 At one of the elegant homes of A~~ Al <A~~ F. n n