The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-07-29
MISS JARVIS MYSTERY.

horse to the door. She was singing softly
| to herself, in voice that had been the envy
| OF drawlng-rooms
'''Du Hcilige, nehma dein kind zuruck,
Ich habc genossen das irdsche Glpck
len habe gelebt und gelibei"
us that French?" asked Mis- Jarvis.
"No; German"
"What does it mean?n
Miss Wyman turned a little and looked
al the girl; she hesitated moment, then
said, in her quiet, pleasant voice;
u Then take, Holy Virgin, thy child back to thee
| have plucked the one blossom that hangs on
Earth's tree,
! | have lived and have loved and die
That is a free translation.
oh Miss Jarvis said. Then: Don't
you want me to go along with your It's
| dreadful lonely ride to Dogtown."
"Thank you, but like to ride alone"
Miss Wyman went into the kitchen to
speak to Mrs. Sharp. She was gone about
sixty seconds, but in that time Miss Jarvis
had darted into the room, and put herself
under the bed Miss Wyman came in and
moved about, fastcning that beautiful hair
of hers securely, putting on her. hat, aad
still singing low:
Ich babe geebt and gelebct"
Once she stopped, stood still for a moment,
and said, clearly:
"I have lived and have loved'"-
caught her breath quickly and moved
about again. In moment she went out,
locking the door from without; her horses
hoofs sounded outside, and Amanda Jarvis
rolled triumphantly tout from under the
bed. She was in very small room, walls
and roof unplaned pine, floor of plancd;
a chair, little table--spread with white
towel--a clean little white bed, trunk, a
shelf full of books,a fresh white cotton
curtain ION the wall, little photographs and
cngravings in plain frames-but all high
art, if Miss Jarvis had known it; wild flow
IL IN glass on the stone, by work has
ket, and Bible-all so daintily and lady
like that 1t half awed Miss Jarvis But all
this she had seen before, for she had often
been Miss Wyman's guest in the room; had
looked over the books, and read few of
them. There was one picture over which
had always fallen blue silk veil; beneath
was bracket where slender vase always
held the prettiest clusters of bloom-shell-
pink manzanita, dreamy enemones, or per-
haps handful of blue bells from the hills;
the blue silk was drawn aside now, making
a pretty canopy; and there, so enshrined,
was the portrait of a bright-eaced young
man. Miss Jarvis studied it carefully, but
could find no likeness in the smiling eyes,
the brave, eager young look, and the keen,
sensitive features to any one she had
ever seen. So she hunted up the key to
the trunk and opened that; she impressed
the order of everything on her mind, so
that she might put things back in the same
way, and then explored. And first she
found long list of postotficcs, all over the
world; most were marked written to-"
many, "hcard from There were memoir
andum books, full of record of clues to "a.
wall of which, when followed up, |
seemed to have failed, and were marked
'no usc;' all this in what Miss Jarvis had
learned was Miss Wyman's round, clear.
hand. There were receipts for money paid |
for advertising in an Incredible number Of
papers; and, finally, caskct whose secret
spring was found after half an hour pcrsis-
tent search. Inside were little memcntoes,
dried flowers and a package of
letters, all in the same hand.
She glanced at the signatures, and started
up, with her eyes wide open, and an OK
camation only checked by prudence
"Austin Wedgwoodw So this was the
seeker after Austin Wedgwood! So twas |
that search which had carried her over the |
world! Miss Jarvis quick shrewdncss
sprang from one conclusion 10 another. She |
ran over the letters; some were from
Europe, all friendly, and more
and more tender in tone; bright |
happy, loving letters they were, with little
sketches on the margins, and most conf
dent hopes for the future. 81 defy Fate"
hc wrote; Tiny darling, what is there that
could part you and meR' There was
photograph with thcm--thc same face as
on the wall; and beneath them, q deed Of |
gift, dated more than thirteen years back,
transferring all property Of Austin Wedg.
wood, Providence, Rhode Island, to Ger
trude Wyman, Of the same place. To Miss
Jarvis eyes the property seemed immense