Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1892-03-24

bohN hAHifpN htIbhIa iNotHISh
There are few hostclrss Of the old
fashioned llolly-trcc inn pattern left in
Merry England, being displaced by
great red brick abomiuniions, where
guest is ticlSetcd Off like some inmate
of splendid pcnitcnthlry; but the
Mays Head, quaint, ohl-timo tavern
ON the left bank of tho II iuncs, chiefly
frcquentcd by artists and fishermen, re-
tains all the charms of IA last century
abode for the weary traveller.
There Arthur Dunbar he tool, himself
when ho left John Barlow's hospitablo
roof.
His room was spacaou apartment,
cbnrmingly furnished In antique style,
with square four-Tnst bed whose
snow-whitc curtains revealed In spot
less purity the lavcndcrsCS ntcd sheets
Outside the windows ID tllc apartment
was long balcony, mp whose tapcring
pillars woodbino and honcysuclSlc
climbed, lnlcning tho air with their
rich perfume below. the river.
II wasin the gloam of one evening, five
days after he had lett Willoughby farm,
that the young American sat In his
pleasant chamber rnnolting cigar and
thus pondcring over events with the
listless Indifference OF one at peace with
the world. ., 1884,,
Why had he taIsen up his habitation
at this out-ofsthc-way place instead Of
winging his way TO the fair cities Of Eu-
rope he had some so far TO see? lie
was trying to answer this question to
his own satisfaction. Could II be that
this bluc-cyed English girl, with her
lovely face and tender v'uys, was chain
ing him to tho spot? Did he caro- for
her more than he had at first supposed?
And, II he did, after btr GOODNESS to
him on Saturday and Sunday last, was
he weak enough TO banker after her? All
of which conundrums ho was Obliged
10 answer in tho Affirmative
Kate Grahamc had become, even
In the short period of their acquaint-
nncc, very dear to him. What fool he
was, TO be sure, when there was so lit
tic chance Of success; he would break
the spell and start off TO Paris ON Mon.
day. Meanwhile, II he should chance
10 meet her In his ramblcs, he would
try and got Mt the bottom Of her real
sentiments towards him, without abso-
lutely compromising himself Aud to-
night John Barlo5 was coming To sup
with him ON his way bacl, from ebert.
sey market Perhaps he might CLEAN
some tidings from him. AS for the
| Frcnchmun, he was not half bad sort
Of fellow, but certainly not the kind of
man that Kate G1lhame would appre,
ciatc, who doubtless had shown him
some civility in trying to escape his
own attentions. Had that meddlcsomC
old maid, madomo iselle, been poisoning
the girls mind? Wen, he would pump
Farmer Barlow NJ I'd perhaps learn some
thing,
These rcaectisns were broken In
upon by the clati err of the hoofs Of the
farmers cob, and in Ave minutes tho
two men were era sping hands.
Supper was lnid'in the sanded parlor-
.Dnnd rare, toothsSI meal II was, pre-
pared by the landhldy's own hand-ant
when It was over, they adjourned d
Arthur's own npara mcnt
I q "What shall IL lie, Farmer-wino OF
spirits? cigars, OF ceursc?" Arthur asked
with hospitable intantious.
-~"No wine nor sp irits for me, young
sir; with your permission I'll stick Il
tie brown October u lo; an as for cigars
1'they are only TT fer boys an womer
Y folk, and read in tn o papers that grea
=, ladies' in London hive taken to smok
| ing 'em, the bragen lrussiesl But tel
AiStEAsAL 'GiIziGx. thaL fandlmlk. lad. u