Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1899-02-01
with a mans easy indifference

with q mans easy indifference but utility.
 And as to the encompassng ca l pacity of the matter there could be ne odubt. Swallowed up therein, all that was visible of Sylvia was q pair Of wonderful blue eyes and huF Q. golden hair at one end and 70 tiny white satin slippers at the 4.:T.
 To Sylvia the hanson was q Csariot sent direct from fairyland for her con. veyanee to some enchanted world. The gayety and glitter of the London night delighted and amazed her. At Piceadilly Circus Sylvia was entranc- ed, in Leicester Square she was In eestasies, and when, having reached the snug seclasion of a curtained box, she could gaze across a valley of dim, smoke-wreathed figures, which tho moving marvel of form and color de fined as ballet, she acted aAd meved as though in a dream world.
 What they witnessed need not be de- tailed. Is it net written in the daily papers? Suffice it tO tell that sylvia remained oblivious to all Brunton's hints as to the lapse of time unefd he
 
 Safely in the hanson speeding home ward, Sylvia returned to earth again, and sighed at that she felt Nike C&qder, ella In having to leave the bau at it's height And Brunten tentatively sag- 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. A TaE kA the trees fringtag Regents Park vii messed some caIiow love making. Yes, Sylvia was sorry, very, very sorry, he was going, and perhaps when he returned in three years he w0uId have forgotten her? And BruntoR was equally convinced of his ewn faithful, ness, but feared the strain of time aEa 1 absence on hers.
 Brunton thought he would lize their next meeting to take pfaae, as fhis one had, in a garden; and Sylvia renaa4a, bored that a eertxan green door hA tho high wall enoirciing Ter ssandpodher's 1 grounds opened on a quiet sf9D rDnd. It was quite nesr; taey seusH drtge round tlfat way SS1d she weuad point 1t out.
 Thereafter the stars witnessed a sol | years, at the same hou., Sylvia would unlock the green deer to give Bfunton | entrance.
 They were very mueh ip earnest. 1 Two read tears gtsstaaed fh S11vith eyes as she spoke of tAe years khst tfe 1 green door must renaath eA0se6. And Brunton's yeice got husky, and he hga difficulty Tn rendering hfS fEew0fa l h I.SN &,RuS
 Re-ehtering Mrs. Derrfckss gaf66n cautiously. the sulprits had scarce gained the safe vantage of the shrub bery before eneountering an snllssary 1 Tn search of Sylvia. Lady Nightingale was going, had been going for quite ten minutes, and both her cloak and her granddaughter sFs e to sock!
 
 Athwart the little green. aeor tho moonlight glinted softly and Brunton, standing in the near shadow of an Hex, would willingly have dropped the com 1 ing hour out of his life.
 Since his return to England a few days before, the memory Sf this ap- preaching assignation had psrsiet0ntiy I recurred to him. As man ef honor, ! he knew he dare not shirk it. And yet how painful to be forced te see SyAyaaz 1 to look into those innocent, trusfful eyes-fsr Of her constancy he had Ho doubt-and confess how he had chang ed, and to tell boldly that their meet ing had proved but an incident, sf no l moment in tho ordering ef his life.
 He must undeceiye her as tendeFay aS possible, speak of Eleanor regretfnlly, at least not let Sylvia guess how eal- tirely happy their union was, or that she, slyvia, had long ceased to be aught but pretty, sentimental re- membranse to him.
 Even as he gcffooled himself distant clock struck tho hour, and with the first faint chime came the steady sound of an opening lock. she wSs there!
 Gently turning the handle, he passed through thfe green door and eneerea Lady Martingafe'S garden, ,Beside tho great stone Dasin of the cid geufnaha stood Sylvia, the moonlight eparkHoess on her hair, and adding an ethefeas glamour to fhe sheen of her robe.
 A swift pang smote him as he saw that as when they first met, she were white, forgetting that he, too, haEi sought to reeapture his former aspect for her view.
 \ Her eyes met his 1n questioning ap' peal, and for moment mad rnsh of pity, romance, affection, ean 1t wbat you will, oyereame hRm, and, spr1hg- ! ing forward, he caught her hands.
 "SylYia!"
 "Yes"
 .cYou had net forgetteRp
 "No. And yeuP'
 q am here"
 After the greeting there fell sense of constraint, which Brunton realized was not all of his ewR making. She Twas lovely, even more lovely than el yore-taller, too, with the lapse of years-and with an added something lin her expression that was new to him.
 Behind them the fountain splashed land murmured. Then Sylvia broke the silence, speaking as if in answer to bis sthoughts.
 "You-you have changed-are not ths same. Of course, yeu look oldar ant shronzed I dent mean that But there Is something else-ysur manner"