The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-04-06

brown hair, which the damp evening air
had made into soft brown rings, from his
forehead. George bowed. "lf | am i'll, y
said he, land send for YOU"
"I'll never go to yoa, Walter Marston,
neverm interrupted the young girl.
"Very WE'LL" came again from the lips OF
Walter, as he turned half reluctantly away.
Take this, if you please I" cried George;
and could see her draw hastily golden
circlet from her finger. "And this, snatching
from her neck golden cross; II want moth
ing Of yours about me-"
DO not dare to thrust such paltry trifles
in my face, George Abbott, or even you
may find that there is bound 10 my en-
durance," said Walter.
All the blood of the proud Marstones in
Walters veins was at once aroused 10y the
Quivering tone in which he spoke, as he
tore the baubles from the young girls
grasp and ground them into the dust with
his foot, turning away from her without
further word or comment.
There was something in his voice, some
thing in his firm tread as he walked away,
that reused into life memories that had
s!umbered for years in my bosom. In
vain tried to crush them back into OBJ
liyion as they came up before me; but
it was usless task, and, like weary child,
| buried my face in my hands and burst
into tears. When young, like George
Abbott, for cruel temper | had allowed
the sweeter years OF my life 10 slip away
from me in moments time of anger,
How the little scene l had just witnessed
called back into the present far-past even
ing of my life! How the old yearning for
love and tenderness sprang up anew within
my heart, and went searchlngly out for
dear one whom ! had taught myself TO
look upon as dead-foreyer dead to me T!
How recalled looks, tones and words that
had been so long hushed in the chilly tomb
of forgetfulness! And how | prayed to
heaven for strength TO walk firmly, and
without wavering, my cruel way of thorns
though my feet were torn and bleeding all
the while.
AS l sat trying TO soothe my perturbed
thoughts back to the quiet channel in
which they were wont to flow, heard the
quick step Of Walter Marston in the corri-
dor that led to my room, and before |
could wipe the tears from my eyes, he rap
ped hastily at my door.
II am come to bid you goodbye he
said, as | met him. Il shall start for home
tomorrow
$50 soon Walter? How is thisl" | asked,
placing him in chair. II thought your
visit was TO have ended IN very different
manner"
"Oh, there seems little use IN remaining
here longer" he replied. Il am not feeling
very strong yet, and home atmosphere is
better than any other for an invalid
"In some cases, though | should hardly
think so in yours" answered. viii Miss
Abbot return TO Csdlands with you"
Il think not, said he.
"And Why" | asked.
Because, Elsa, she hates me-beCause
she has never loved me-" he answered, with
a'vehemence that quite startled me.
1t was useless for me to try and conceal
from Walter my knowledge Of his quarrel
with George; so | told him as plainly and
simply as | could what ! knew OF il, beg
ging him to be led by clam, cool judy
ment in the affair, rather than the fierce
passionate counselings of his meaner ma
ture, which threatened 10 Overpower the
good.
But Google does not love me-" said he.
you are mistaken, Walter; she does
love you" replied. "She has
been hasty, even as you have been; but can
you not pardon her as you hope to be par
doned"
did you ever love-" he asked quickly,
fixing his dark hazel eyes upon my face,
regardless Of the question ! had asked him.
"And il 50, would 1t have been possible for
you to allow such words to fall from your
lips as fell from Georges this EVENING""
II have loved Walter said, in a qulv-
ering voice. ~ loved ferventIy, and with
all the strength Of warm, passionate
heart; and more, | spoke just such cruel
words to the man | lovedeas George adj
dressed to you this evening. Ny words
were like keen steel. They ran between
his heart and mine, severing them forever,
This is why my lie is sad and lonely
one Oh, let it be lesson TO you3"
Tears shone in the dark eyes of Walter
and with rapid movement, he was by my
side with outstrctched hands, saying:
"Oh, Elsa. have your secret at last
Elsa, dear cousin Elsa, you once loved my
brother Robert. DO not shake your head
I am sure Of it; and that is why you are
moping your life away here, and why Rob
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