The Forrest City times., 1891-07-31
A LESSON IN LOVE.
BY E. B. c.

' Such glorious sunset. Crimson and gold and amethyst clouds piled high in the western sky-a pale, clear opal, with slender silver crescent of moon slowly climbing it's pearly stair to it's throne in the heavens. Over all a perfect peace-the drowsy hush of the country. Only the mus ical murmur of the pretty little river winding in and out like silvery rib bon between emerald banks dotted with wild flowers,
 Miss Huntley calm eyes took in the peaceful scene; the long brown lashes dropped upon her pale, exquis- itely tinted cheek, and she gave her self up to the slow, seductive delight of reverie It was seldom that Ethel Huntley allowed herself to think or dream. Hers was too busy life the hard grind of the fashionable woman whose existence is made up of frivolity and society. She had been going the pace" if one may use the expression in connection with the queen of the fashionable circle in which she reigned.
 The winter had been one giddy round of balls, theatres, receptions, operas and late hours. Spring found the petted belle and beauty pale and splrltless. Dr. Denton shook his gray head wisely. He was brusque old man, and never hesitated in the mat ter of telling the truth to his patients
 "You must go into the country somewhere" he pronounced. after a close survey of the delicate features. fI don't care where you go; but it must not be popular resort--a place to dissipate, and further enervate yourself with fashions frivolity and late hours There must be no more nonsense of that kind for this sum- mer
 tBut-doctor-Ia am due at"
 "Iouwillbe due at the grave 'smouth. ;" interrupted this uncomfortable old man, grimly, "and that very soon, If you do not take my advice Quiet absolute quiet "-he shrugged his broad shoulders signifcantly-'I wash my hands of the entire case, if am not to be obeyed."
 So, somewhat alarmed, Ethel de- cided to choose quiet and the despised country rather than probable trans lation to another sphere. Her trunks were packed note written to an old acquaintance in the town of Pentied, and, arrangements having been made, Miss Huntley left for the country.
 Weeks passed, and now, seated up- ~on the broad -wreathed veranda of the old farmhouse, hergolden head most luxurious lounging-chair, her beautiful gray eyes closed, her white hands idly folded, Miss Huntley was resting-really, deliciously resting.
 In heecy white muslin tea-gown tied with pale blue ribbons, she looked lovelier than she had at the last grand reception which she had honored with her presence. It was of that very re- ception that she was thinking now almost longing for return to the gay ety of fashionable life The leopard cannot change his spots, nor the Ethiopian his skln, so woman of fashion will not wrench herself away from her wonted routine without an immense effort. Some find it impos- sible.
 Mir. Grey, the old farmer at whose hospitable home she was sojourning, soon made his appearance with a letter.
 'For you, Miss Huntley," he said, and Ethel's eyes flew open, and she seized the letter as though it held the issues of life within it's square, faintly scented envelope. Opening it she read it slowly. A letter from hel mother, bewailing Ethel's enforced absence.
 "And Roy Efiingham has come h home at last, so ran the fourth page of the long, chatty epistle: "but he is not at all strong. His soiourn in Europe seems to have been of little benefit tC him. It is reported that he will soor leave for Montana, where he thinks of buying 0 sheep farm; he must livt an outdoor lite, so he assures me. H, inquired for you, Ethel, and witl such look of interest; asked a hun dred and one questions concerning you and your present abode, an( seemed awfully disappointed that yo, were not at home. You never would know him. It is so long sincsyou me' --eight years, is it not? And he ha1 grown so pale and delicate. He i worth half a million in his own right and it does seem hard that you could not be here. believe he starts nex week for Montana. And now 1 mus tell you, etc.
 But Ethel read the items concernin Roy Etfingham over and over once twice, thrice.
 s'I wish I had met him' she ex claimed. 1t is, indeed, eight lon years since our little Irritation. H was poor then, but this fortune ha been left him since, and he is thecatc of the season. Ugh! lam getting old Twenty-seven to-morrowl) And her l am, immured in this dull countr place like criminal in prison, whil all the world-my world-is enjoyin itselfl,,
 But regret was useless. She ha trifled with her own life and health until outraged nature cried out in pro test. and now she must suffer the COT sequences.
 After q time Farmer Grey and hi good wife--their day's work done came out upon the veranda and seat d themselves to enjoy intervening nil Directly afterward the gate-latch clicl a. and Ethel, turning involuntArily saw tall, fine-looking young m