Arizona republican., 1892-07-03

word, was bowitching. Really, he was glad that he had been prevented from going on to Nunnisham Toward the end of supper he discovered that she was wearing white dress with forgetme- nots in it,
 The table was cleared by native ser want, who seemed all red cheeks and new boots. Hill went off to superintend the business of the inn. Philip was left alone with Jeanne. She told him to smoke and he was obedient; he also made her tell him other things.
 Yes, she had been to school at Nun nisham-rather too good school for her, she was afraid, but her mother had wished it. Her mother had taught her French and little music. Music and drawing were the best things, she thought, but she liked some books She owned that it was lonely at the inn. "l am glad you came," she confessed frankly.
 Jeanne" said Philip, "l heard you humming line or two of 'Jadis' before supper, didn't I? 1 wish you would sing it to me-" She agreed at once, crossing the room to little cottage piano-rather worn out instrument, but still piano. The melody-plaintive, gentle, childish of Jeanne's sweet voice and the sad ness of the words, with their quaint, pensive refrain, did not miss their ef- feet
 For nothing further here burn;
 A joy once lost cannot return.
 My heart asks only to be blessed
 With an everlasting rest.
 He thanked her; he had liked that very much. Why" he asked, "were you startled when you saw mel"
 '"Because you are dream come true. saw your face in dream last night as clearly as see you now. All this time l have been feeling as if had known you before"
 Really" he said He had not quite believed it. How many. things come true! One says things about the short ness of time or the certainty of death so often that they lose all meaning; then when one grows old or lies dying the platitudes get to have terrible force they come true"
 She was struck by that; she kept her eyes fixed on his and he kept on talking to her. He did not, as the time wore on, always mean quite so much as he said, and she meant much more than she said. That is a common difference between a man and woman on such occasions. It seemed to her that now for the first time she really lived.
 After Jeanne had said good night, Philip had some chat with her father about her.
 "l expect that she will be engaged very soon, sir" he said; "a young man called Banks-William Banks-is anx- ious, and has spoken to me, and she likes him."
 "Now, wonder" thought Philip as he went up stairs, ''why she never even hinted that to me. M'yes, sec"
 Next morning after breakfast he went away, taking with him few forget menots, pleasant memory and just the faintest possible feeling of remorse. They all faded.
 Jeanne had seemed so quiet and de- pressed of late that her father, in order to cheer her up, had invited Mir. Will liam Banks to spend the evening.
 Mir. Banks was small shopkeeper in Nunnisham, and considered to be no mean wag by those who knew him. Yet he felt unable to cheer her up. Sup posing we had bit of a toon, Jenny" he suggested at last.
 She was quite docile. She played one thing after another. Suddenly she be- gan "Jadis."
 "l don't understand French myself" Mir. Banks remarked, but the words of a song don't matter" She had never thought much about the words herself before. But now
 Since no more his love be
 Nothing further pleases me.
 Her voice faltered little, but she sang on to the end of the verse
 My heart asks only to be blessed
 With an everlasting rest.
 Yes, the song had "come true" Just there she gave way and began to cry little.
 A week afterward Mir. Banks an nounced that his attentions to Miss Hill were at an end.-Speaker.