The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-12-30

WAS III us lThl HlOW, Nuuull lllc WoIii
was TRANSPORTED with the light that
shipes through the halo Of q wedding
ring.
But, of lalc, Mrs, Dafrodil had not
been quite so happy. She had been
crying, one night, when John came
home Unexpectedly, and there was no
time to dash away the tears.
"My darling" he had cried aghast,
"what is the trouble"
Nothing, John--nothingw she had
answered. "Only--only it is SO long
since ! placed my feet on sod OF
green grass. And | was thinking that
the old orchard would be in blossom,
just at this time; and the meadow UNI
der the sasSairas tree would be all
blue with early yiolets."
"DaGodil, are you homesick?"
mo, John-indecd, no! ~ she cried.
"Get on your things" said Grey.
"Well 80 and walk in the park, and
listen TO the robin at the bird fanci-
er's, and try to imagine ourselves back
il the rural districts again."
But DatioIil trying to smile as she
tied her pink bonnet strings, did not
tell him Of the long visit she had from
old Mrs. Nudge, who declared that
"she had apys loved John Grey as if
lie had been her own SON." and had
proceeded to edify his bride with q
crcumstantiNl account of all the mis-
chief he had gotten into, all the love-
tangles in which he had been involved
all the Heterogeneous into which
he had been drawn, until poor Dailo-
dill felt as if her John Grey and this
gay Lothario must be two quite diff
lerent beings.
"And We are all supposed, my DEAR"
said Mrs. Nudge, comfortably taking
snuff, chat lie was to marry Olive
Dodworth, the actress, when he up
and brought you home. Dear, dear !
what flirts men are. Amt they now,
my dear"
"I-suppose So" said poor Datodil,
intent upon the stitches Of her strip
OF embroidery.
II hope You'll come and see me Oft
en-" said Mrs. Nudge, setting down
her tea-cup and taking up her big red
shawl
81 shall be very happy" said Daft
fodil.
"And we'll have ever so many nice
confidential chats" said Mrs. Nudge.
yes" said Daflodil, family.
And after Mrs. Nudge had gone
away, poor DafoIil sat and wondered
what made her so wretched. She
could hear some one moving about
overhead. Some one had told her
that young artist had just rented the
top floor of the Fontaiuc Flats.
She wondered vaguely what he was
like, and whether he, too, was a hui
man butterfly lighting on every flow
er and constant to none.
She asked herself whether fat Mr..
Smith, who went out from the suite
Of apartments below every day with q
silk umbrella under his arm, dyed
mustaches and a smoothly-shayen
chin, had his amiable weaknesses like
wise.
81 almost wish" said DafTodil to
herself, that ! had remained unmar-
ried. No | don't either! IL don't
know what | do wish j.
So, woman-like, DaiIodil had begun
to cry.
But the pleasant twilight walk in
the park, and the melodious whistle of
the robin at the bird fancicr's, had
cheered her up again, for the time be.
ing.
But she could not be blind to the
fact that John was not with her so
much as during the five weeks after
their marriage. Now and again Of an
evening lie would be absent without a
sufficient excuse, and, with smoth-
cred p0ug ut her heart, Dallodil had
thought Of Olive Dodworth, the bril-
liant young actress, even then playing
at one Of the minor city thcaters.
"DOas he care for her YETI" DaAodil
asked herself; and there came no sat-
islactory answer to the query.
And so it happened that tonight, a9
she stood among her gcramiums, look
ing out at the sunset, she was notquitc
happy.
in old times" said this bride Of
six months TO herself, "John was al
ways home to take me for q walk in
the twilight. lie never thinks Of it
now.
Were Aunt Jocasta and Mrs, Nudge
right, after all; Was man a delu,ion,
and life dreary series Of disappoint-
mcnts?
As these dispiriting reflections pass
ed through her mind, she was startled
by the unexpected sound Of q footstcp
on the floor footstcp too light and
elastic to be that Of her husband.
She turned, and was amazed to sec,
in the indi>tinct light, the tall figure
Of a beautiful young lady, richly dress
cd, and wearing such Partisan bon
nctas poor Dal'odil had never seen
before.
Pardon me for intruding,' said the
lady, with royal air, "Dut are these
Mr. Grcy's room,?"
They arc,' said DaIodil, summon.
ing all the dignity at her control, and
secretly wondering if this might not
be the bete aOae Of her thoughts and
iancies-Miss Dodworth. "But did
not hear YOU knock"
81 did not knock" said the anony-
nous fair one, with hauteur.
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