The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1889-02-09

and night approached sought the Alhambra
Heights, fully resolved that ere the morning
dAwned l would be with Agnes In another world
reached my seat just as the twilight shadows
began to fall, and mt watching anxiously the path
from the valley below. Every sense was keenly
alert, every nerve strained to its utmost tension
was without doubt on the very verge Of insanity
If not virtually insane-but did not realize Ii.
/ thought myself wonderfully calm and composed
and joyfully awaited my fate.
How long l sat there know not, but the twi-
light had given place to the clear beams of the
moon, and every object was as clearly revealed as
In the light Of day. | never for instant turned
my eyes from the spot where last eve, the vision
had appeared. Suddenly became aware that I
was not alone, and I turned hurriedy In the
opposite direction. There not ten feet from me,
Agnes stood clearly revealed In the moonlight. /
| sprang TO my feet with outstretched arms. 40,
the vision, my ghost, had vanished forever, and a
woman's form, warm, glowing with life, was
clasped In my arms
"A pretty ghost story" | said in disgust,
strengthening myself after my bent position Of rapt
attention.
"And pretty ghost" my friend rejoined, laugh
ingly, as he rose and led forward q beautiful
woman, who had just entered the room still clad
in her heavy carriage wraps.
any wife," he said, presenting her proudly.
agnes, love, this Is my old college friend, Frank
Darlington, of whom you have heard me speak so
frequently"
She gave me most cordial greeting in such a
charming manner that | quite forgave Fred for
spelling his fine ghost story by bringing her back
to life.
"And now for the explanation" said, as Mrs.
Hazetine left the room-having excused herself to
remove her wraps.
20, it was all her brothers work, he saw the
trouble between us-knew of my attentions to
Maude Hartley, and took this means of bringing
me to my senses. He wrote the letter intending to
give me good fright and teach me, If possible,
whether still cared for Agnes or not. He expect
ed would return Immediately to New York, and
in few hours at most the whole thing would be
explained. But my going at once to Boston and
sailing for Europe spoiled completely all his plans
and he had no other resource but to reveal all TO
i Agnes and leave her to find some means of CON-
munication with me- He never told her of my
connection with Maude, or possibly she might not
have been so willing to follow me. AS 1t was she
learned from my partner to what port had sailed,
and followed by the next steamer 1t was a most
difficult matter to trace me, my Journeys were so
rapid and my course erratic. Through my
banker they learned of my destination from time to
time, but they always arrveds day two too late.
At Madrid they learned of my intended visit to the
ALEXANDRA, and here my longer stay gave them the
opportunity of overtaking me. They had taken
lodgings very near the ruins, and on the evening
when we first met, her brother had accompanied
her, but had stopped instant in the path below.
Agnes did not see me, sitting as l was half in
shadow, until the moment she stopped, then not
recognizing me, she had turned and hastily rejoin-
ed her brother. The sharp turn in the path below
had hidden them from my sight, when l looked
over the cliff"
"But why had they not written?"
at was Agnes wish to meet me first but when
she knew all that had suffered she regretted not
having done 90. But deserved 1t all. Those were
terrible months to me, though never look back
upon them now but 1t seems as If Agnes must have
been dead and that she returned to life at my CALL
there among the ruins of the ALEXANDRA After
that terrible lesson there could never again be any
fear of my becoming Indifferent or failing to prize
fully the love of which l was so unworthy."-
Hartford Times.