The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-08-12

| with her dairy HoWcrs aho'hei io.'oi,
fcryent, imploring, despairing. She had
scarcely perused It when Earle Haslehurst,
Lwho. had entered the room unobscrved,
approached her and quietly took it out OF
"MAleline, is it right or becoming for you
TO wave and read a letter like this" he
demanded, glancing over 1t.
Her large eyes tell, her cheek grew hot
and her heart grew cold as ice.
Then she looked bravely up.
"Earle," she said softly, "it you will take
me away somewhere for while / think !
will give up my painting for time, and go
into society as you wish Believe me, have
not wronged you by any act of mine"
"IIave you in thought9" he asked, in
tcrrupting her with sternness.
Thoughts and feelings cannot always be
controlled" she said sadly; "but l shall
never forget that | am wife"
'IIeavcns bless your he whispered, and
STOPPING suddenly, he kissed her lips with
passionate fondness and then was gone.
"a year ago that kiss might have won my
love-" she thought, marveling at his unu-
sual emotion.
An hour later a messenger came to her
from Vernon Rossiter. He had been flung
from his carriage by runaway horse, and
had received injuries from which he was
dying He begged her to come to him on
ly for moment, that he might look but
once into her dark eyes and see love for HIM
there before he died.
81 will go, and call for Earle upon the
way, the decided, after an instant's delib-
Grafton.
But Earle was not at the clubhouse,
where she supposed he usually spent his
time, and, lurcd by pity and that stronger
feeling that had budded and bloomed and
dropped its poison honey in her heart dur
ing all those long past weeks, she went to
the studio alone.
The physician met her at the door,
This way, Mrs. Haslehurst," he said,
leading her into shaded alcove, where the
injured man was lying. "Rossiter feared
you would not come"
Sick with a shuddering fear, she adj
! vanced with hesitation, and gently laid her
| hand in the hand Of her artist-lover,
MY darling he whispered, drawing her
more closely towards him.
"You are much better than | thought 70
find YOU" she observed, withdrawing her
hand, and not seeming to hear tho words Of
endearment that thrilled her like caress,
Madeline" and as the name fell from
his lips with q passion of yearning cur
tain was drawn aside, the hight flooded the
pale face, and she saw-Earlc Haslehurt,
her husband.
For a moment Madeline Halsehurt WIS
blind and giddy with delirum of emo
| ton.
"And Vernon Rossiter?" she gaspcd.
is V. r. Earle Haslehurst," said her his
band, ian artist who loved you the first
hour he saw you, and at last wooed you as
you wished to be won. Forgive me, dear;
you were an obstinate, wrongheaded little
woman, you know, and had resolved from
the first to despise me. 1t was not for to
keep the money l married you. | never
asked you why you married me, Madeline"
Il thought then loved you"
"And now you are quite sure you do? /
shall never neglect you again, Madeline.
You shall be my confdant and companion
as long as we two shall live"
"They told me you were dying
THAT was an exaggeration. have only
a fractured limb, consequently | shall be
prevented for some time from going with
you on your life long walk Of despair. o
Madeline! my proud, unreasonable, con-
quered Madeline"
A happy, wifely kiss stopped his loving
badinage.
"Rossiter wore beard" said she.
"That was assumed for the occasion.
saw you that day driving up with your
friend, who had never seen me befon."
When these two, who had for weary
time SO sadly misunderstood each ther,
went back to their handsome home together,
they knew that henceforth no shadow of
doubt or jealousy would ever again daKen
the joy Or spoil the peace of their welded
lives.