The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-04-30

and left the house. Half unconsciously,
with the kiss still on her lips she watched
him from the window until the shadow of
the pines took him from her. There IS sad
ness in the thought that you have seen one
for the last time. His visit had been only
few days in length, but it was impossible
for her to go back into quite the old life,
The smallest pebble makes q ripple in
smooth water-how could such an event
happen to her and leave no trace9
S~bn after Warnings departure, he wrote
to Margaret, asking renewal of her old
friendly correspondence. To this she gave
Il studied, but courteously indifferent con
sent. She heard no more, and some weeks
latter made her preparation for short visit
to an old school .faiend
The night before leaving home as she
was putting the last touches to the trunk
that must be ready for the early stage, she
came upon the package Of letters that had
brought the change into her life, and with
n half sheer threw them into the trunk.
The little bleak town faded out in the
twilight and as the growing moon came up
from behind the river the long lines of ST.
yer sand kissed the shadows of hill and
tree. The little black school-house was 10
longer gloomy and Margaret's home was
rare old mansion under the change. She
sat by one Of one Of the windows thinking
in careless way, as she looked at the quiet
beauty, that it is a very fine thing to have a
moon following ones world about aid
catching a few of the suns rays to throw
back upon the earth long after he has gone
to sleep. But she did not stop here. This
night called up another, and the careless
face grew thoughtful as she wondered how
far apart they were. Then the voice meant
more as she pondered, and for the first
time the stern honesty of the man gave
Burke Waring a step toward his own place.
The visit ended Margaret, unwillingly
to 60 back again to the little village, found
a new field Of labor, and was passing the
time in comparatively enjoyment when
news came to her of her brother, Franks
serious illness. Later dispatch came,
little thing but the words: Come home,
told her the worst was reached. Never
did time passon such slow feet, never was
the miles so long or the train so slow. But
she was not too late The sick one was
living and waiting only for her when at
his request they left him alone with her, she
learned for the first time the real nature of
the sickness which had been the means of
introducing Waring to her acquaintance
He told briefly of career of dissipation
by means of which he had lost position
and friends, then of that last wild night
in which, maddened beyond all thought of
honor 70 shame, he would have dlsgraced
himself and his friends past recall had not
Waring, stranger in all but name, taken
him to his own rooms, nursed and cared
most tcnderly for him and won him back
to sclf-respect and a life beyond reproach.
But his evil course had sOwn the seeds of
consumption and now the end had come.
He could not say too much of Waring, and
every word of admiration stung her into
shame for having, in her ignorance, chal-
lenged him to prove his claim to true man
hood Can we wonder that us she looked
at the boy, lying there white and suffering,
she should have felt more than mere sis
terly gratitude toward the absent stranger?
The next day Frank died, end on pleas
ant summer evening they laid him On the
hillside among the grass and the flowers,
and the birds sang just as sweetly, the bees
hummed just as merrily, the brook babbled
Just as noisily, as though human soul had
not passed up to its Maker, sin-weary and
earth-ladcn, with its grand opportunities
thrust behind it, stained with rust and
black with mould.
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