The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1889-03-16


he was doubtless right, she would occasionally
upbraid herself for so soon yielding to words OF
consolation. Even in grief the most unpretentious
of us shallow mortals sometimes proud-proud
that we have nature that almost refuses to give
up q sorrow.
One morning sat a bench. under q clump OF
lilac bushes i'm the garden There had been q
shower the night before, and the hollyhock which
few days previously, had seemed to be addressed
and care worn, was now bright and almost impu-
dent in suit of velvet | had boarded the noise
less train of half listless thought and was gliding
away along that road which crosses many rivers
but whose terminus we never reach. when voice
threw the train of the track. Looking up saw
Lucille standing in the path few feet from me-
She wore soft, cream colored dress, rather low in
the neck and as she stood there fancied that she
was the spirit of the gardens freshness
"Did you speak to me?" asked.
EYES," she answered, al spoke twice, "but you
did not appear to care whether not you an
swered me-"
That remark gave me a new glimpse of her char
setter. My seeming indifference had awakened her
interest.
81 did not hear you," replied, with forced care
lessness. Il was thinking"
ooh, you were The History of Shellcut
County no doubt requires much study II is
twenty six miles one way and fourteen the other
and cannot he covered by mere musing"
Nv hat is twenty six miles one way and four
teen the other?"
1.-The county, of course"
81 didn't know but you meant the history"
ooh, no, the history may be as long, but don't
think that it is nearly so broad"
lnwardly WINGED under her sarcasm but pleased
with the thought that had somewhat aroused
her, managed TO maintain my outward show OF
carelessness
"lIistories not so broad as some other forms
of literary work." replied "for they are mainly
records of the narrow transactions of men. Women
far above the shallow limitations of histor-
Iieal hot ha1
written by a woman"
"At least" she rejoined, coloring slightly, "no
woman has ever attempted TO write the history OF
a mere county"
(Which is no doubt we'll for people who hold
the county's scrip"
"But at the expense of truth" she replied.
"And perhaps at the pense of interest" said l.
"for the cOunty's history, written by woman,
would, of course, be gossipy."
"At any rate, there would be something in il, y
she asserted.
l wanted to change the subject, to talk of some.
thing more agreeable, bat fearful that, in
search of harmony, the sounding of genter chord
might lead to a spritess exchange of words,
replied that all books written by women had
something in them-something light.
ooh, yes" she answered, quickly, something
light, guiding torch where man would have
placed something heavy, the dark stumbling block
of his own egotism. oh, here is brother Henry :"
she exclaimed, and turning about with a graceful
bound, she ran, with outstretched hands, TO meet a
man who came slowly down the path.
Brother Henry" said Lucille, waving her hand
at me, "this is Mr.. Quarrelsome Burwood"
/ shook hands with him, and, influenced by that
indefnable something which we term intuition,
liked him at once He a fine looking man,
and was apparently about thirty years of age; was
rather careless in dress, but his manner was so
engaging, and in his voice there was the ring of
such heartiness and good humor, that it indeed
have been an Unconditional fault finder who
would have aside his strik inc oualitiea Of
manliness and looked with dispraisng eye upon his
disregard of the tailor's art. He was graduated at
the Washington and Lee university, and it required
but few moments conversation with him to
reveal the fact that his excellent intellectual train
ing had been supplemented by close association
with books.