The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-09-28

she jumped up, scattering the refuse
grasses and leaves.
There's only one way to find out
Mr.. Lester.--ask her.
And then Tom sprang up alittlo pale,
eager look on his face, and caught
Amy's hands in his
''Will she say MOP Amy, will you
take what Marian Fellowes did not
think good enough II you will, I'll
be thankful she has Tilted me-"
There was no gainsaying the earnest
ness of what he said, and Amy flushed
and trembled, and then laughed.
"Let go my hands, Tom-somebody
will see us"
"They may see and-welcomc! /
shan't let you 90 until you promise
you will have me-until you tell me
YOU love me-dear."
"But won'tr'
"Then yon can't CO."
Asaucy little dimpling of the Grim
son cheeks.
tom, please let me 60! rll-say-
yes-but don't mean il Bit"
Ill take the riskm And then he
leaned over and said something that
made her cheeks crimson even deeper.
While at the self-same moment Mr..
Forsyth, three miles of, asked Marian
Fellowes if she would marry him.
81 said yes, of course, mamma" she
said later, when she rehearsed the
scene for Mrs. Fellowes benefit.
Certainly you said yesl Marian, |
think | have nothing left to wish for,
now that / shall see you mistress of
such home MS the Grange. You have
done splendidly with yourself my dear"
"And he never dreams we have dis
covered his charming little romance,
mammal
An hour or so afterwards the picnic
ers came home, and Marian watched
them with o faint little sheer on her
pretty face, that deepened into apositive
hooking triumph when she saw Tom
Lester and Amy Proctor going by in
Farmer Hetwyns numbering wagonette
and thought that she would ride in
her own carriage before long.
"I'll cut every one of them" she de-
cided, and then, something in Sybil
Conyers's grave. naughty eyes, as she
and tall handsome young fellow
dashed by in lovely little ph~ton,
made her wonder at it,
She turned to Mr. Forsyth, who had
been standing at the other side of the
window, idly looking out on the merry
little cavalcade.
miss Conyers is with a strange
gentleman-he seems to know you,
| Frank. Who is heP''
Mr.. Forsyth looked interestedly up.
"Thatp Oh, bless my soul, it is Mr..
Clifton! Why, what can have brought
him 50 tinexpectedlyp'
Clifton Clifton Then Mr.. Frank
Forsyth was nobody in disguise after
all--and her charming romance had
not an action of foundation! Mr..
Forsyth was only Mr.. Forsyth, and
She
A sudden rush of rebellious tears
clouded her eyes as she tried to raise it
she was not engaged to the master
Of the Grange, who was driving with
pretty, naughty Sybil Conyers, and APP
parently very much smitten, for all he
was q -but--to-to-Mr. Cliff
toms servant and overseer.
And Tom Lester and Amy looked so
comfortable and cosy together while
| She
Poor Marian could hardly bring her-
self to believe twas it trueP Was it
true she had made such an awful mis-
take, blinded by her pride and ambi-
tionp
And, in the midst of her self-torment-
ing thoughts, she did not see tho chag-
rim and alarm that was on her lover
face, or the uneasiness in his manner,
as he excused himself.
And - made himself scarce" or
rather vanished that same day. with
a big bill unpaid, not to mention q
quantity of stolen under-inen he had
borrowed from the wardrobe at the
Grange.
Poor Marian /! She had nobody but
herself TO blame, but all the same her
worst enemy would have pitied her
could they have seen her all follorn
and disconsola.e, her face red and swol-
len with hours of crying, as she watched
the double wedding procession of car
riages, the day Tom Lester and Amy,
and handsome young Mr. Clifton, the
master of the Grange, and Miss Conyers
were married.