Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1899-03-28

over both scFuples.
 "Oh. nobody will k,ow. Wait here 3 moment while 1 run to the house and forage for wraps
 Leaving Sylvia in the safe saclusion of the arbor. he vanished. returning speedily clad In light t0pcoat and crush. hat. and bearing a hevy cloak of vel vet and furs.
 "Thatm breathed Sylvia, In horri. lied whisper, when he showed his spoil, "Why, you've brought grandmamma's sable mantle!"
 "oh. that's all right SD long as it's big enough" replied her follow-slnner,
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 but utility.
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 was visible of Sylvia was pair st
 wonderful blue eyes and hua og
 golden hair at one end and 70 tiSy
 white satin slippers at the C 1fF.
 To Sylvia the hanson was C9artot sent direct from fairyland for her con.
 Yeyanee to some enchanted world. The gayety and glitter of the London night delighted and amazed her. At Piccadilly Circus Sylvia was entranc. ed, in Leicester Square she was in ecstasies, and when. having reached the snug seclusion Of curtained box, she could gaze across Q valley of dim, smoke-Wreathed figures, which the moving marvel of form and color de. fined as 0 ballet, she acted and moved as though in a dream-World.
 What they witnessed need not be de tailed. Is it not written in the daily papers?' Suffice it to tell that Sylvia remained obvious to all BruntOn's hints as to the lapse of time until be murmured that the hour neared H.
 Safely in the hanson speeding home ward, Sylvia returned to earth again, and sighed at that she felt like Cindert ella in having to leave the ball at it's height. And Brunten tentatively sug- gested that there had been no prince at her ball; whereupon Sylvia avowed hastily that of course he was tho prinee-then faltered and blushed. After that it must be confessed that the trees ringing Regents Park wit messed some calloW love making.
 Yes, Sylvia was sorry, very, very sorry, be was going, and perhaps when he returned in three years he would have forgotten her? And Bruntou was equally convinced of his own faithful, ness. but feared the strain of time and absence on hers.
 Brunton thought he would like their next meeting 10 take place. as this one bad, in q garden; and Sylvia renpms bered that q certain green door In tho high wall encircliug her Grandmother grounds opened on quiet side road. It was quite near; they could drive round that way and she would point I out
 Thereafter the stars witnessed a sol. emn compact that, that day threa years at the same hour, Sylvia would unlock the green door to give BrQntoa entrance.
 They were very much in earnest. Two real tears gllstaned fn Sylvia,s eyes as she spoke of the years that the green door must remain closed. And BFunton.s voice got husky, and he bad difficulty in rendering his faPewells as many as he would have wished.
 Re-entering Mrs. Derrick's garden cautiously, the culprits had scarce gained the safe vantage of the shrub bery before eneounterinR an emissary tn search of Sylvia Lady Nartingala was going had been going for quite ten minutes, and both her cloak and her granddaughter We e to seek
 Athwart the little green door the moonlight gIinted softly, and Brunton standing in the near shadow of an Hex. would willingly have dropped the com. ing hour out of his life.
 Since his return to England few days before, the memory of this ap- preaching assignation had consistently to him. as man of honor, he knew he dare net shirk it. And yet how painful to be forced to see Sylvia, i to look into those innocent, trustful eyes-for of her constancy he had no confess how he had chang ed, and to tell boldly that their meet, ing had proved but an incident, of no in the ordering of his life.
 He must undeceiye her SIS tenderly as i possible, speak of Eleanor regretfu1ly, l at least not let Sylvia guess how eu- l tirely happy their union was, or that she, Slyyia, had long ceased to be l aught but pretty, sentimental re- to him. Even as he schooIed himself a distant clock struck the hour. and with the first faint chime came the steady sound 1f an opening lock. She was therei
 Gently turning the handle, he passed i through thfe green door and entered l Lady Martingale's garden, Beside tha great stone basin Of the old fountain stood Sylvia, the moonlight sparkling on her hair, and adding an ethereal i glamour to the sheen of her robe. X swift pang smote him as he saw hat as when they first met, she wore white, forgetting that he, too, had -n,-r,t La r.ncn r,tr,1.o l,ia fn1.r1,or 9 ernot