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

and you may 90 home without fear OF me
you will find your property untouched. But
because il may be that there is some mis-
take, l have spent my lite and my fortune
in finding you. And If there has been
mistake that can be set right, we will be
gin all over again, for you are as dear to mt
as ever; and ii not, shall leave you to &C
your ways, and my love will so with you al
ways
At first he listened confusedly; then thu
fog that had lain on his brain for years
seemed to break away, as The voice from
youth went on. He tried to snatch away
his hands
Gertrude, Gertrune, are you madf II
this is not dream, nor a miracle, you
must not be here. Doyou knowit is small
pox that ] havew
She held his hands for he was too weak
to free them-and smiled, looking into his
eyes. He had known Of old that he might
as well resist the ocean as Gertrude Wyman
when she smiled so. After moment she
said:
"Your mind will not be clear long; what
is il that you have to say TO me"
81 cannot understand" he broke out, in
voice Of terrible excitement, though repres-
sed, Gertrude, never took up hasty
suspicion; had your own hand and sigma
ture.n
ITO WHAT" she said quietly, but trem-
bling with eagerness.
"To your falsehood," he cried, breaking
into fierce and rapid speech. ITO your in
tenton to keep your word to me, and your
faith to that man-Stuart; to give me your
hand and him your heart. Gould mis-
take your writing? there is none like it in
the world; and there were other things to
confirm it. If you had changed your mind
like other women l might have said, Go,
and God bless YOU But wha, could do
but creep away, poor, hurt fool, to hide
myself in sedgesl' l loathed our civiliza-
ton that was only lying crust over brutal
ity-a whited sepulchre, and within are
dead mems bones and all unclean-
ness and / decided every
thing to you, and walked out
of my house in the rain, with not thread
but the clothes wore; and ] was tramp
for years. Then felt that man ought to
be at some simple, honest work; that had
nothing to do with that fend society and
took up this work. never read; | never
thought NOR felt; tried, as my highest at
tainment, to achieve "The dull mechanic
passing to and fro, and set gray life and
pathetic end" and did it. My life meant
nothing tome but hoeing and wedding, anC
eating and sleeping. had blotted out the
memory of you; the pain of it would have
maddened me-killed me. A blankness
had settled on me for years, till there came
dim dreams in my feverishness, and
then everything came back at hearing your
voice
There were tears in her dark eyes, and
her hands clasped now-trembled.
Sand all the time" she SAID, II have
done just the opposite. have kept my
mind awake; have thought and studied,
and felt-O my God, how have felt.
There has never been an hour that have
not thought Of you; never moment that
you have not been vaguely in my mind.
And the pain Of 1t was killing me-"
The two faces said the same thing. The
dark-eyed, straight browed woman's was SO
sensitive and responsive, so keenly, wildly
alive; the fair-taced man, with his pre-
maturely gray hair, seemed, in spite of his
present look Of tremendous agitation, to
have been paralyzed by some great blow
long since
austin" she said again, "tell me
all the details Of what you had against
me-"
He told her all she asked, answering her
careful questions about dates and places.
When he had ended, she was silent q little;
then she said
81 do not wonder at your mistake.
There was deceit and treachery. My hand
writing is peculiar; but in my school days
my cousin Doris learned TO initiate it per
iectly, out of sheer affection for me. My
side of the story that you tell, and other
things that have learned since, convince
me that she has forfeited all right to my
silence. She loved you, Austin; and,
though never dreamed oft before, it was
she who deceived YOU
The man had sprung up in his bed with
curse; spite Of weakness.
my darling, DON'T" she said-and at
last all the long-repressed passion of ten
derness was in her voice. poor girl she
lost you and her honor both Knight have
Hateu IcT ii she Hau WOuI Dut, auhlIu, sic
died Of remorse--died begging to see me-
and tell me something; but was across
the ocean. Let it go--what does it matter
nowY 'Wir haben gelebt und geliebet'-
we have lived and have loved. Let US die
have you now, o my darling my darl-
ingm
Her voice broke at last into pathetic
cry. In his last lucid minutes he held her
in his tremuous arms, calling her caressing
names, and murmuring his passionate peni.
tence.
But Amanda Jarvis never knew. For the
doctor never saw the sick man again except
in delirium. And when they buried them
side by side under the pines, and put Cert
rude Wyman's name one wooden slab, they
wrote only "Tom" on the other. Miss
Jarvis still watches, wherever she goes, for
Austin Wedgwood.
The next school-teacher among the pines
was an Oakland girl. AS she stood by the
graves and heard soft-hearted Joe Sharp tell
Of the beautiful lady who sought the world
over for her lover, and died for an old her: