The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-06-03


JOHN BARLOW REPORTS PROGRESS.
There are few hostelries OF the old
fashioned HOlly-tree inn pattern left in
Merry England, being displaced by
great red brick denominations, where a
guest is ticketed of like some inmate
OF a splendid Penitentiary; but the
Mays Head, a quaint, Old-time tavern
on the left bank OF the Thames, chiefly
frequented by artists and fishermen, re-
tains all the charms of a last century
abode for the weary traveller.
There Arthur Dunba betoOlk himself
when he left John Bariov's hospitabIe
roof.
His room was spacious apartment,
charmingly furnished in antique style,
with a square four-pOst bed whose
snovv-white curtains revealed in spot
less purity the lavendcr-scCnted sheets.
Outside the windows OF the apartment
was a long balcony, up whose taPering
pillars woodbine and hOneysuclSle
climbed, ladening the air with their
rich peFfume-below, the river.
It was in the gloam of one evening, five
days after he had left Wlloughby farm,
that the young American sat in his
pleasant chamber smoking n cigar and
thus bordering over events with the
listless indifference Of one at peace with
the world.
Why had he taken up his habitation
at this out-Of-the-way place instead OF
winging his way to the fair cities of Eu-
rope he had come so far to see? He
was trying to answer this question to
his own satisfaction. Could it be that
this bIue-eyed English girl, with her
lovely face and tender ways, was chain
ing him TO the spot2 Did he care for
her more than he had at first supposed?
And. if he did, after her GOODNESS &c
him IN Saturday and SUNDAY In st wa 6
he weak enough to banker after her? All
of which conundrums he was obliged
to answer in the affirmative
Kate. Gfahame had become, even
in the short period of their acqIaint-
ance, very dear to him. What a fool he
was, to be sure, when there was so lit
tie chance of success; he would break
the spell and start off to Paris on Mon
day. Meanwhile, if he should chance
TO meet her in his rambIes, he would
try and get Mt the bottom of her real
sentiments towards him, without abso-
lutely compromising himself. And to-
night John Barlow was coming to SUP
with. him on his way back from ebert
sey market. Perhaps he might CLEAN
some tidings from him. AS for the
-Frenchman, he was not half u bad sort
of fellow, but certainly not the kind OF
man that Kate Grahame would uPpre-
ciate, who doubtless had shown him
some civility in trying to escape his
own attentions. Had that meddIesOme
old maid, mademoiscIe, been poisoning
the girls mind? Well, he would pump
FARMER Barlow and perhaps learn some
thing.
These reflections We're broken in
upon by the chatter of the hoofs Of the
farmers cob, and in five minutes the
two men were grasping hands.
Supper was laid in the sanded par1or-
and rare, toothsome meal it was, pre-
pared by the landlady's own hand-and
when it was over, they adjourned tC
Arthur's own apartment.
What shall it be, Farmer-wine OF
spirits? cigars, of course?' Arthur asked
with hospitablc Intentions
mo wine nor spirits for me, young
sir; with your permission I'll stick K
the brown October ale; an as for cigars
they. are only lit for boys an ygomer
folk, and read in the papers that grea-