The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-06-01

clover fields She turned and seeing me, advanced,
holding out her hands.
"Phiiip," she said, when had kissed her, "there
are no dead vines to be brushed away now. See,
the morning glOries are in bloom"
| knew that she was thinking Of the morning
when we had stood on the gallery, watching the
flashes of light chase away the deepening purple !;
when she had brushed away the dead vines and had
seemed, she stood there wrapped in cream col
ored shawl, to be less ethereal, but more lovely,
because more of a woman than l had hitherto
regarded her.
"You forget nothing, Lucille"
"No," she answered, "for a memory of the past is
one of the sweets of the present Did you know
that brother Henry had conner"
"What, 30 early2"
Eyes, and he walked Just think of it-walked
on the very occasion when he should have taken
care of his appearance. l have never known him
to walk before. Now he looks as if he had been
out hunting. He's soiled with dew-oh, he looks
provokingly bad. Yonder he is, playing with the
dogs Look at them putting their dirty feet on
him. | am almost angry at him. asked him why
he hadn't brought another suit of clothes, and he
said that he thought the suit he had on would last
him until he got back to town."
FASTENED to greet my FRIEND and as my atten-
tion had been directed, paid particular attention
to his clothes | must say, too (though this may
have been mere fancy, that he had paid less
attention than usual to his personal appearance.
ala, You didn't expect to soon, did your"
mo. The fine morning tempted you, suppose"
awake me. | was awakened by the screaking of the
windlass of the town well, in the public square.
What is more dreary than the early morning screak
OF the ungreased windlass of the public we'll?
You hear the bang of a door on the opposite side
of the square, and if you listen closely, YOU may
hear the unsteady footsteps of some fellow who has
started out in the evening with spirited horse talk
who has ushered in midnight with profane dec
laration that he can whip any man who is not his
friend, and who, pennless and feverish greets the
| hot Nhnw, h.
screaks. How slowly the bucket must seem to
come up"
"You appear to speak from experience"
"Well, Fve been an all night miscreant several
times in my life, but have foresworn the early door
that shuts with an unriendy bang-no longer do
arouse a red-eyed man, of spotless shirt bosom,
who dozes behind the bar, and ask him to make an
eye-opening cocktail. No, my boy, Pm the enemy
of strong drink; and, who is strong an enemy
of the accursed stuff the man who has sung over
it. You don't drink, do you?"
81 have sung over ii for the last time" replied.
"Well, as l was saying, the wiHdlass swoke me,
and, unable to sleep again, went out for a stroll.
While strolling l followed trail of musing that
led me close to home that decided not to turn
back, but to come on u the wedding. Lucille is
calling Breakfast is ready, l SUPPOSED"
Henry" said the colonel, when we had all
seated ourselves at the table, shave they finished
shocking the corn2"
"Who? don't know what you mean"
"Why, judging from your appearance this morn
ing didn't know but you had been to a corn
shocking"
Remington" Mrs. Osbury interposed "don't
twit him."
"Let him go, mother let him CO." Henry, in his
unruffled way, replied. you'll be proud of my
fine appearance by the time the articles of agree
ment are all arranged. Pve got avoiding garment
somewhere up stairs-a black coat that left here
summer before last, believe"
"Gracious me, child" said Mrs. Osbury, "the
moths have eaten it up long ago."
"Now here, am not responsible for what the
moths have DONE" he answered. "I can't devote
very much of my time to thinking about moths.
l knew that was coming to a wedding, and nat
urally supposed that my garment was here, but If
the moths have toasted it, why the responsible
iiy be upon them and their children"
"Seems to me-" Uncle Buck remarked, "that a