The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-10-06

oo9s ana the thought that l, or any one else, could feign an opinion which was not genuine, had never occurred to him. The book had been submitted to him about the middle of the morn ing. Ulysses took no refreshment that day, neither water nor food. When came out of the house after tifin, ad. vised him to lay the volume aside and look at it again the next day. He seemed to feel that this would be a confession of failure, and refused.
 "Tell me-" he wrote, "are there many of your species who understand and really enjoy this book?"
 "There are not many ill number. I answered, "but their position in the society of culture and taste is an ex- alted one. Within the last few years it has come to pass that the under standing and appreciation of this work is shibboleth by which the true disciples of sweetness and light may distinguish themselves from the miscellaneous herd of Philistines. Do not be discouraged because you have failed," in a kindly patronizing tone. "There are many estimable mortals in the same situation. You understand, however, that you can not be admitted to the elect, much less claim superior ity over myself"
 Ulysses wrote upon the blackboard several profane expressions, which l suppose he had learned from Briggs, and resumed his study.
 IA ~I 4 I-I, came to me, and said that Ulysses was showing decided symptoms of becom- ing "must." went out with the in- tention of taking the book away from him, but stopped several yards away, struck by his changed appearance. His eyes were wild and blood-shot, his ears erect, his legs spread apart. He was beating his sides with his trunk, and at times trumpetiDg in low, bass tones. When he saw us sp- proach he seized the book from the rock, and dashed it at me with all his force.
 "Ulysses," I said, "keep calm."
 "Look out" cried Akbar; Che is must Beware!"
 With terrific roar Ulysses turned and sprsng in great, ponderous leaps out of the garden. Briggs, who was in his path, dropped his rake and flung himself into some bushes.
 "After him, Akbarw l cried; "see where he goes"
 Ulysses ran toward a clump of woods, which grew over knoll short distance away. Into this he plunged, and was soon out of sight. We could hear the limbs crash as he tore his way into the thick foliage. Akbar followed cautiously. The di- rection which Ulysses had taken caused a suspicion of possible calamity to dawn on my. mind, and waited un- easily for the mahout's return. 1t was not long before Akbar emerged from the woods and ran toward me.
 "Praise be our fathers, he is dead p' he shouted.
 Akbar had come to fear and to hate Ulysses.
 "Are you sure?" 1 asked.
 "May the hyenas eat my grand father |" said he, solemnly. "You, who know only truth, remember the rocky | bank beyond the hill, which slopes off to destruction? Your servant, Ulys- ses, rushed thither and flung himself down, bursting his head against the stones. myself saw him there, lying | motionless and dead"
 This was the end of Ulysses. have | already remarked at the beginning of this narrative that felt less of sorrow | than of relief over the catastrophe. | Long association had made him dear to me in many ways, yet I was not prepared to endure him as a master. There could be no other outcome to the unhappy situation than tragedy of some kind. sadly gave orders for the interment of his body, and returned to the house, taking with me the torn and disfigured copy of Browning's "Sordello. ."-San Francisco Argonaut.