The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-10-06

And Phillip answered 1T would seem
to be their native soil. They always suggest
to me, with this subtle, penetrating perfume
the most precious thing in life-sympa,
thy"
There was more in this than the mere
words, but it escaped Dora. Ada, howev.
er, as she said yes" smiled softly. She
was always talking about it or the absence
OF 1t. 1t was apleasure to her to infer that
Mr Vane felt in sympathy with thent-with
her.
They saw much of him after that. lie
was easily magnetized, although the impress.
sion was apt to wear off soon, and Ada had
magnatized HIM into fit of energy. He
took fresh departure in his profession
during those days, painting more diligent.
ly than he had done for years In truth
that was an eventful epoch in his art life
The pictures he painted then laid the foun.
dation for his future success.
Ada's secret ideal had always been a
man whose life should be dedicated to the
Interpretation Of beauty, to whom sunset
should be Of indefinitely greater impor-
lance than logarithm or title.deed. The
men OF Port Royal all gravitated either to-
ward the law, like John, or toward science
and letters, like her father and Professor
Luce. Ada made no secret Of her pleasure
IN her new acquaintance. Dora liked him
TOO. John, to be sure, insisted that he was
u bit etteminate. But he was 1.-the. &C.
tive, strongly built young fellow, with a
manly air, IN spite of his faultless features
and golden hair and mustache. This blonde
deIlcacy contrasted peculiarly with skin
so dark that 1t might be called olive, and
splendid large dark eyes. Moreover, his
tailor had done as much for HIM as Profess
sor Luces had failed to do tor that gentle .
man. So a month went by. Philip and
Ada went rowing almost every afternoon in
her little boat, exploring sunsets and
woods, and bringing home stacks of laurel.
The woods were bowers of laurel then.
VI should like to transfer some Of this
loneliness to canvass" Philip said break.
ing off bough that hung down into the
water; but | despair. 1t is maddening
that one has nothing more ethereal than
ulul " NOIh WIFI.
"MudE Oh, you mean your paints
lie laughed. u mean my paints. How liter
al you are" Then, as her face changed
Il like it; applaud il. You never let me
wander long off the track; you are my
friendly Ariadne, as told you the first
time saw you. What is itl You smiled
in that same odd way then"
Il was only thinking No, won't tell
you"
He was all curiosity now, teasing, insist
ing.
IF l must, then; It's something I've
always been ashamed OF, chlldishly, since I
had nothing to do with it. But wasn't il
| aggravating of my sponsors in baptism to
give me such al outlandish name as Ari-
adnel'
"ReallyT
Really
He laughed. They both laughed. $50
you are undoubtedly she. The comedies
have 1t. It is charming. Ariadne! 1t
has such an unusual sound that one might
cal! you that and not feel that one was tax
ing liberty with your Christian name. Do
you know Iwish | might sometimesp"
Very well, you may"
Occasionally after that he did so. And
the name hitherto detested, became music
to her eyes.
81 wish you would paint this laurel" she
said, "this particular Dough. Call it a sun.
set study, 1t looks as though it had been
dipped in q rose.closed sunset
Il should have to engage IN sharp tus-
sic with my Minotaur Of laziness if l were
to paint that before it fades"
She sat in the the stern of the boat hold
ing the laurel, ~ wish you would" she
said, seriously. She was making his doing
SO a sort of test in her own mind. He saw
through her, and colored, but not from On
noyance. lie was always pleased to inspire
a woman's interest "I'll do my best" he
said, "since you ask it" Inreply to which
she looked up to him with shining, happy
eyes. The earth was TRANSPORTED for her.
That was no longer Port Royal in the dis.
tance this no longer the placid stream she
had known all her life; it was land of
romance; the same land, let us say, in
which the tabled Cretan maiden strayed
with her beautiful Greek and listened to
his fleeing vows.
ut is all Of piece" Vane laughed pres.
emily. "You-Ariadne this island you live
on the laurel Quantities Of laurel grew
on Naxos'
But Ariadne lived on Crete"
AT Naxos atterward Don't YOU remem.
Der! 1t was there she parted from
Theseus."
81 had forgotten tina, she parted from
Theseus.'
"Oh. certainly, She was not for the
false Athenian youth but for 'Bacchus
brght-a god in place Of moral"
1t suited Ada to compare Philip just
here to this latter parsonage; although
hailed from the modern Athens, as it hap
pencil. Rowing home he sang an exquisite
Venetian gondoa song that filed her eyes
with tears.
She held out the laurel branch at part
ng, "You have no time to lose" she said.
you had better take It,"
mo. You keep for me. I'll come
md sketch it tomorrow morning If you
will give 1t and me house.room Shall we
Jay 10 o'clock''
But the next morning Philip met friend,
WIN hopiulol him into tok;pr N etroll