The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-09-15

OO 6AAH SOLlCtAAnS OIdoSANnl uOW pleaded Mrs. Varley.
 "Oh, yes, something classical 1" was echoed on all sides.
 "They want to talk" he whispered.
 "How classical must it be, Mrs. Varley?"
 "Oh, go back as far as ever you can that's what call classical"
 "Plutarch spoke of music as a su- perfcial vulgar science. Plato didn't like places where they infuriated per- sons with words and songs. suppose that is too far back2"
 "Oh, don't tease me, MT. Carlton; something classical want-what's called classical, you know. There was pretty thing of Mozart's. they used to sing, 'Batti, batti;' sing that"
 "Not today" said he laughing |; "haven't I had enough of that?" Something was found and he sang it, and then something more.
 "Oh, thank you, dear MT. Carlton," cried Mrs. Varley effusively, after yet another song; "it is 80 kind of you 30 really kind to do so much for our amusement, and when you are in such pain too. Now will you take Miss Falkland to supper?"
 "Are you in pain2" she inquired on the way to the supper-room. "I hope not"
 "Oh, no; Mrs. Varley exaggerates so. should have forgotten all about it long ago if she didn't keep remind ing me of it."
 "But if you are in pain, that reminds you. hate pain myselfl" observed Miss Falkland.
 "What strange world this would be-" he continued, eff every woman went through the same amount of physical training that men do, and were as strong of limb and heavy of hand as they arep
 How irrelevant this remark would have been if made to any one bat Miss Falkland. She knew what prompted it, and as if in despair of Keeping to different subjects, said: "Some women are. Have you never seen any?"
 "No, but I have felt one."
 "Ah, the person who gave you the blow; you said it was given by per- son feminine"
 GA soul feminine saluteth thee,' says the divine Williams; she saluted me pretty vigorously. Won't you have some salad2"
 "Thank you. It was an accident, I suppose"
 "So far as I was concerned it was, but the blow was meant for some- body"
 "Then you didn't know herr"
 "No, she was not a personal friend of mine," he replied with 8 bright smile, "and l scarcely think she ever will be-"
 "Was she young or old?"
 "I had no opportunity of discover ing that, but, judging from her behav- for, l should imagine that she must be 8 kind of Betsy Trotscood in age and tone of thought; at the same time her voice was pretty enough"
 "What kind of voice was it?'
 "I don't know how to describe it; it was not unlike yours. But don't let us waste any more time on her; only let me advise you never to do good action"
 "I never do; never by any chance"
 "Oh, he is telling you how his hand was hurtl" cried Mrs. Varley, who had approached unawares. "Mr. Carl- ton, you wouldn't tell mel"
 "Oh, no, he is not" said Miss Falk- land, blushing. "Mr. Carlton has said nothing but that it was done by lady-accidentally, of course"
 A lady !" repeated Mrs. Varley joy ously. "Then, my dear MT. Carlton, l can easily predict the end of that lit tie adventure. You will marry her. l am quite certain that you will marry that lady 1"
 "I marry her! God forbid! don't want Jael in my tent"
 It was lucky that his answer amused Mrs. Varley, and made her laugh, or she might have seen how Miss Falk- land was blushing.
 "Ah, MT. Carlton" cried Mrs. Var ley, "you always were so opposed to woman's rights, and all that we higher minded women most cared for. l used to be just as narrow minded as you till l read Mill On the Suppress sion of Women.'"
 This malaprop of poor, foolish lit- tie Mrs. Varley's was most acceptable to Miss Falkland, for it created di- version, which enabled her to recover her natural appearance at her leisure. Mrs. Varley went to "hold her head to other stars" and Miss Falkland and MT. Carlton were left to eat their supper in 8 crowd which was not company. They talked of all manner of things, and the fortune of the even- ing was retrieved. Never in Marga- ret Falkland's lite had she met with any one with whom she was so en- tirely in sympathy. Never in Ed ward Carlton's had he seen any one