The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-04-16

rectinc a pileof Latin exercises. Suddenly,
with her old impulsive motion, she swept
her hand across the paper.
care YOU never tired of ii all!' she cried.
"This coaseless monotony--thc boys with
their crcaking boots and blottcd exercises
and endless conjugationsl Does this life
satisfy YOU! DO you want nothing?'
Long aftcrward she remembered the
pain in his face. He felt for a moment
that he must open his arms and cry to her,
"You-you--lt is you | want! Come"
But he only wiped his pen carefully and
laid it down,
"You are tired, my child" he said he
always called her my child now have
been selfish in keeping you to my dull
ways. We must have some change for
you. Stay. have the very plan, You
remember my aunt Olivia Raude, whom
YOU met here with her daughter three
years ago, had a letter from her this
morning from her country house on the
scashOre She asked us TO come to her for
along visit. cannot well leave, you know,
but | will send you for both of us. Would
you like it Margery"
He had not seen so bright a look upon
her face for months.
III am sure should like it?' she answer
ed. Then with sudden conjunction, you
won't be lonesomef'
II shall be busy, you know, and old Elsie
will take famous care Of me-
lie lifted his eyes to her face. If she
had said but one little word how joytully
would he have pushed aside all obstacles
to follow her where she would.
am writing a story Of to-day. 1t was
in last July that Margery went away. Life
in Mrs. Raude's house was novel expert
ence. There was a throng of gay guests,
and Margerys unconscious beauty made
her the petted and admired of all. Amid
the airy batteries which chivalrous men OF
the world poured into her unacustomed
ears, she first began to take her husbands
measure. A strange, homesick longing
stirred within her, growing, as the weeks
went by. Why not 90 back at oncef To-
morrowl She thought one night. She need
not wait to send him word. She would
take him by surprise. How glad he would
be! A thrill of unused delight made her
cheeks flush.
She ran lightly up from the station after
the long days ride. She had never dream
ed that the mere sight Of the staid brown
house could make her so glad As she
came nearer she fancied il wore an uninhab-
tied aspect. The front doors were shut and
the blinds at her husbands study window
closely drawn Her heart throbbed IN time
10 the heavy knocker under her hand. She
heard the old housckecpcr's step in the pas
sage and the door slowly opened.
Miss Margery,' cried the woman, start
ing as if she had seen = ghost, and falling
back in her establishment to her old-time
| form of address.
ayes, yes, it is l, Why do you look at
me so! Where is your masterl'
"Then you don't knowi"
know what3 Oh, Elise, tell me quickly,
Is anything wrong with my husbsndl"-
Miss Margery me, Mrs Butler,
would say, Master John meant it for the
best lie would have told you, though
your pa was bound you should not be, for
fear twould be the spilin Of your visit
until you was ready to come home, he been
said; but he's gone nigh onto two weeks,
she covered her eyes with her apron-"to
nuss them as is sick with yellow fever in the
South
Margery tell on the threshold without
a word. Old Elsie lifted her in her arms,
and laying her on couch within, dis
patched a passing neishbor for her father
and mother.
"Did he leave no word no message for
mcl' said Margcry, when she could speak.
"Yes, honey, dear; this letter he said |
was to give into your own hands.
She sat up, and breaking the seal with |
trembling fingers, read:
when you read this, my beloved, you |
will know have gone where duty called |
me, in the hope Of doing some little good |
to the suffering and dying. I have not |
written you OF my decision, because would |
not have your pleasure marred by any anX
i)us thought OF me. know the danger |
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