The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-11-15

path set thick with thorns, my feet, like
hers, will one day reach the goal" Then
her voice broke, and she said, sobbingly,
"Oh, Paul, my brother, can you not take
me with youi"
His answer was too low to reach my
ear, but presently her sobs ceased, and
then he called family for me. i was
beside HIM Immediately.
"Raise me up, Phil. No. don't ring
for lights. / wish you could take me
home, Philip, and lay me in the church
yard Kathleen talks about. Hush, Kath-
leen dear; and Philip, you must hope to
be patient. The beginning of the end
seems very near to me- Then his voice
sank. Presently he stirred; Kathleen
Philip'-and when laid him down the
smile that had settled on his pale young
face was the smile with which he walked
in Heaven,
"Perhaps it was we'll for mo that ! had
to attend to Kathleen, whose grief really
alarmed me. Leaving the dead body Of
my Paul in care Of the kindly landlord, I
took her to her carriage. Then, afraid to
leave her, accompanied her home. She
was quite silent, only every little while she
would sigh shudderingly. As we neared
their hotel, she turned to me with an
agonized CLEAN in her dark eyes
"'Now, Paul is gone, have no one-no
one, she cried.
Then said to her quietly, with the
shadow Of our great sorrow lying between
| US:
Promise me Kathleen, that if your bur-
den shall become too great for you TO bear
you will let me help you
"She stilled her sobs and said soemnly:
"'Philip, PROMISE
swell, Archie, my story is almost done.
The next year was terrible to me. missed
Paul daily and hourly, and life that had once
seemed so full and bright, grew only a
weary load, which Iyet must bear. Then
| read Mr.. Lambert's death in French
journal. Poor Kathleen was released, Then
I knew that the great hunger of my heart
might yet be satisfied A love, whose
mighty presence had not guessed, sprang
up in my heart. ! wrote to her, sending
the letter to Paris. knew she loved me
so my haste was no insult.
81 am going to that village among the
hills TO wait, wrote; when YOU are tree,
come to me-
II have looked for her every day since
then, Paul, in the churchyard yonder, and
in the old house, waiting for Kathleen's
coming, Herroom is always ready. Would
you like to see it?'
assented eagerly. Phil took up the
lamp, and unlocking a door had not Oh
served till then, led me into large, hand
some room, bright with soft, warm tints
and made cheerful by the fire which
cracked upon the hearth. The walls were
hung with pictures, the tables covered with
books, and in one corner stood cabinet
filled with bronzes, exquisite statues, and
here aud there shine Of gold and gems.
On the top lay Bible, prayer-book, and
a handsome bound copy Of Thomas a
Kempis.' Opening the latter | read, 10
my wife, Dec. II, 1S-."
at will take her sometime to look over
her birthday presents, Phil said, in answer
to my look OF inquiry. "Yes, this is the
last December II; it will soon be here"
lie stoOu looking IN the nre, and muslngly
stroked his long gray beard. "She will be
thirty-niur, Archie and | am an old man.
My faith sometimes wavers, but If lost il
- H. f.es -~~s sh"ao"vd suddenly,
and he sank into chair with weary sigh.
Seeing that he for the first time was I'M
conscious Of my presence, continued my
survey Of the room. In one corner were
grouped several rare fenrs and tea-rose,
covered with buds In one OF the windows
hunga bird cage, its pretty occupant curled
up into soft, yellow ball. How pathetic
to me were the yellow curtains, telling, as
they did, OF the long, patient waitlng-the
richness OF hope deferred
All! She came at last She greeted me
with smile, and then, as Phil knelt beside
her, she said