The Forrest City times., 1894-02-16

| fright and I was thrown off as you see. but if you will assist me to remount I think can reach the villa safely' It was a splendid night. The stars | shone Beautifully, the ar was soft and
 balmy. Wayne villa was brilliantly | illuminated; Chinese lanterns shon
 here and there among the trees-in
 fact, it looked like fairy paradise;
 carriages drove up and deposited ladies
 and gentlemen and the sound of music
 was heard from the parlors. Miss Clara i Wayne was giving ball. When Arthur Lyle was announced , there was buzz through the room. as
 he was general favorite, and maneu-
 vering mammas did not quite despair of
 catching him.
 'Ah. Arthur, how glad I am to see
 you!" exclaimed Miss Clara, seizing him by the hand II must introduce you to Miss Forsythe.
 Hang Miss Forsythe!" thought Ar
 thur (his thoughts were all centered on the fair girl he had rescued on the road
 that morning). but he followed Clara l obediently to the corner of the room, ! where lady who had her back turned
 to him was talking with party of gen. l tlemen.
 Miss Forsythe, Mr. Lyle" said Clara, presenting him. ''Why. whats
 the matter with you, Mir. Lyle?" she
 cried. as Arthur stood. with his eyes
 wide open, looking at Miss Forsythe. 1 For in Miss Forsythe he, recognized
 the beautiful girl he had met so unex-
 pectedly in the morning. However, he
 recovered himself sufficiently to con
 verse as if nothing had happened l From that time he found that he loved her. She was woman after his
 own heart. -,ut he didn't know how to
 tell her so if he made up his mind that 1 he cared to marry. So he waited. 1 Then he thought some one might
 come along if he dallied. and. discover l ing what a wonderful woman she was.
 win the prize he coveted away from him. He felt as if there was possible
 danger in delay 45a
 But how to say what he wanted to- that was what troubled him. Little cold shivers went over him and l his tongue would cleave to the roof of his mouth. He felt sure that if he be-
 gan to propose words would forsalse him. and there he would stand, gasp
 ing and opening his mouth like q dying 1 fish. l He had been constant visitor to
 Wayne villa for several months, and
 he was thinking this morning. as he
 walked leisureiy up the path, that if
 he could but meet Miss Forsythe he
 would speak. ~ l As he turned a bend in the path he
 saw seated on rock under shady
 tree the object of his thoughts. She smiled when she saw who it was
 that had intruded upon her peaceful
 privacy; and the poor, lovesick artist 1 thought she had the sweetest smile he
 had ever seen. She made room for him and he sat down beside her.
 This is lovely morning for sketch ing. and thought would sketch some of this beautiful scenery, but now that | I have found something so much more | interesting to me and so much more beautiful I-I think would
 would"
 Rather talk, interrupted Miss For. sythe. with quizzical smile. And the artist biushed like any rose
 at his foolish speech. .@ Then there was . little silence. which
 Miss Forsythe broke by saying: Here comes your protege," as Flora
 Hale came tearing down the path at
 brcakneck speed.
 70. dear!' sighed the poor artist,
 with comical despair. ''f don't see 1 why should be % persecuted. do you?
 That child worries the life out of me. !" '.I cay" called out Miss Flora. while
 yet long way of. you aren't fool,
 ere you?' Fl hope not" answered the aston
 ished man. 'What makes you ask such
 . qusstionY'
 70, 'cause." answered Miss Flora.
 You see, heard ma and Mrs Insley talking about you an Miss Forsyt the, an Mrs. Insley said it was as plain as
 the nose on your face that you loved
 her like everything. .only'you daren't say
 SO. An ma she said you was foolish not to tell her an done with it. for
 she'd seen how you wanted to for a good while, an she said Miss Forsythe
 thought her eyes of you. an you must see 1t if you wasn't fool, an lots more that 1 can't remember. But knew you wasn't fool" And then this little protege smiled lovingly up in the red, red face of the poor artist.
 He glanced at Miss Forsythe. She
 was blushing like the reddest rose of summer The sight gave him courage. Miss Forsythe," he began. and then