The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1889-06-01

the next time you come. You know what Pm 60
ing to have2 I'm going to have the earliest to-
mattuses In the neighborhood, and Pm going to
give you the first one that gets ripe"
Henry did not doubt but that Uncle Buck would
have the earliest tomatoes, but he did doubt that
the old man would part with them. The produc-
ton of early tomatoes was one Of Bucks special
ties He sometimes had slips ready to set out be-
fore any one else had planted the seeds but his
enterprise was not followed by generosity, for not
until the crop became abundant would he permit
anyone to enjoy the fruits Of his-well, suppose
industry IL the word. When any one approached
the vines about the time the first tomatoes were
ripening, Old Buck was sure TO be near and when
the ripeniDg came the old fellow would pick of
the tomatoes, carry them triumphantly to the
house, slice them with knife which ne had care.
fully sharpened, tenderly place the slices dish,
and then place the dish at his own plate. No one
dared to ask for a slice. Once boy, the SON of a
visitor, called out at table that he wanted to-
matoes. Old Buck dropped his knife and fork,
gazed at the boy as If by his awful look he could
strike the little fellow dead, angrily showed the
dish toward him with command to stake em all "
arose with sigh of dispair, went out, and did not
for more than two days speak to any member OF
the family.
"I'll remember your kind offer, Uncle Buck"
The old man WINGED, but said GAIL right. You
bring that pipe with you and you'll find me on
hand"
"Philip," said Lucille, "let us walk in the gar
den before any of the guests come"
We sat on the bench under the lilac bushes. A
humming bird shook the dew from an early rose
and cat bird sang in the top OF the pear tree.
Nature had Just came from perfumed bath.
81 have worn the cream colored shawl, you see -
she said, looking up with smile pathetically-
sweet that mist came down and hung before my
eyes.
"Yes," answered, "and it brings up the picture
of the morning when you brushed away the dead
vines. did not know then that you could be so
gentle, Lucille"
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which seems to be reflected by the minds sudden
imagery, shone in her eyes. Nothing can be
fercer than yong deer that Is enraged," she said
"and yet, what can be gentler or more loving than
the same fawn. Gentleness Is passion that has
sunk into dreamy Sleep"
"Yes, for the most passionate people are often
the gentlest. We are all governed by emotion,
and sometimes think that the soul Is emotion.
Take the men whom we say have small souls we
find that they have but little emotion. The
Unconditional man may be just but doubt If he can
be generous"
"When awoke in the night, Philip, thought OF
something you said yesterday evening-that loving
each other and loving nature-do you remember"
"And thought" she continued "that a man
and woman who do not love nature cannot love
each other. am so thankful"
Ipressed her to my bosom and, never on the face
worshiped more devotedly than He was at that
moment.
When we returned to the gallery we found that
Miss Annie Bumpus had arrived.
al came early because thought might be of
some service" she said. "Oh, how serious marriage
Isl Oh, it's almost dreadful when you come to
think of It'll"
at is dreadful to think of marrying some one
you do not love-" Lucille answered "This know
from experience, and although we may, in an
unguarded moment, have promised to marry some
one we do not love, yet do not think, when the
time comes, the true woman could marry a man
who has not completely won her heart"
"Oh, Lucille, you are so peculiar, Pm sure" Miss
Bumpus replied. al never did understand you.
30 different from all the other girls l ever knew.
But, to me"-here she sighed deeply-"marriage
Is awful to contemplate, when 1t Is arrayed in
its most spotless garmenfa Whoa got n nancil