The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-10-02
CHATTER ky.

the past. People can talk OF something
else now, and we are no longer objects Of
curiosity. The surglng of the rising waves
has ceased to echo and re-echo through my
brain. | can sleep now without awaken
ing almost every minute from dreams in
which the whole awful scene reappears
with vivid reality. Humphrey is at last
assured that no lll-ellects are going to fol-
low from the cold and wetting; and Bee,
Lena, and | are as happy as the days are
long.
From early morn till dewy eve we three
are inseparable. Felicia spends the long
hot days studying, as if she was preparing
for competitive examination; and no
persuasion can induce her to join us in
walks or drives. l think she feels her
brothers loss too keenly to care to go out
into the world again--the world that is
careless and gay; so the long days pass
like golden dream, and | am as light
hearted as the madcap Madgie of long ago.
"Humphrey," | say to my husband one
day, slipping my hand into his of my own
accord, IL am glad | married you; and
think-yes, know that am quite happy
now."
"Quite happy" he repeats, fond smile
in his eyes. "Heayen keep you happy al
ways, dearW
"May we have picnic Tomorrow" !
say looking up into his face--'just small
picnic to the Glen-ourselyes and the Del
acourtsy"
"Settle anything you like, child" he
answers; and then more gravely, 81 like
to see you bright and happy, dear There
was time when thought my wife would
never take an interest in anything again."
All, full well remember the time when
was freshly awakened to the knowledge
that while | had cut myself adr,ft from
the old life | had no interest in the
newt The remembrance Of it shadows
me now for second, and then laugh glee-
fully,
"That was when l thought you were
too tall, and had an objection to your
beard"
Sand had too much money" he says
smiing-"and when certain little lady
hurt me every hour in the day by refusing
to spend it,"
~ don't trouble you much that way
now, Humphrey" | answer. 81 am sure
you have found out that keeping wife is
very expensive amusement.
every, especially when she grows pref
tier every day"-catching my hands and
looking down into my face. "Little sweet
heart, did ever man worship such blue eyes
as thiney
"Nonsensew cry, laughing aud letting
my eyelids fall over smiling eyes ave
are old married people, Humphrey, and
ought not to talk nonsense"
81 like to see you blush" he persists,
"and to make the dimples come, Madgie,--
Tell me, 10 you like your husband better
now than on the day you were married"
"a thousand times BETTER" | answer,
with gay little smile and lleeting look
into his passionate gray eyes. "For | did
not like you at all then, and | do nova
little"
But the qualified admission pleases him;
and begin to believe that husband is
not such a bad thing after all. | suppose
/ have become used to him at last.
''Georgie is going to be married in
month";" | say next; "and ] am very glad.
She is so happy now; and am sure Sir
Jasper is different being"
Then catch a quizzical CLEAN in Hum
phrey's eyes, and | know that lac is laugh
ing Ut me, because have changed another
of my opinions.
at is new TO hear you say that you are
glad ut u wedding" he says mirtl1ully.--
81 shall expect YOU to announce your par
TALLY for boards next"
"Ncvcrw cry, and dart away between
.he standard-roscs to Bee, who comes smil-
ing down the gravel path, her bright face
i,.. "a ,,t,,, H.,
shine, Il red rose in her hair and another ut
her throat
Bee always looks picturesque and gipsy-
like, while Lena would sacrifice everything
TO be fashionably dressed and have an APP
peNrancc Of chic.
"'My love is like a red, red rosc,""
sings Bee in her low rich voice. "Oh,
Madgic, what q glorious day this is ~
eyes; and we are going to have pic
mic tomorrow. Come and plan II, Bee"
Lena comes fastening over the closely.
clipped lawn.
"Madgic," she cries, "tho Deacourts
are herew
So we all go together into the long cool
drawing.room where George and Chris
stand talking to Felicia, who for wonder
naS lelt ncr WORK Tor To-Day,
George Is dressed in soft creamy muslin,
with lace at the throat and wrists. Sir
Jaspcps love is u true woman after all;
with the reconciliation all the fastneSs has
disappeared, and oven In dress his wishes
are her law now, The old reckless George
Delacourt who cared for no ones opinion,
is very womanly now, with only one de.
sire, 10 look fair In her lovers eyes. IL is
u new idea TO me, who have never dressed
TO please any one in my life but myself; but
| like George the better for IL, and IL Is
only right that she should please Sir JAS
per IN all things now. On her finger flashes
an engagement ring. | catch her often
lookingat II with shy pleasure, and know
that to her Crabs Rock has proved q very
blessed spot indeed.
George enters cheorluly into the plan
for the pic-nic, and Chris assents with lazy
good.humor. see him smiling at Bees
radiant delight, and her fresh naive way
of expressing II. They stand In the deep
window side by side, u slanting sunbeam
catches the blOOd-red rose nj Bees white
throat, and tenderly touches the sweet
arch face and glorious eyes. Chris Is talk.
ing TO Bee rs he has been seldom seen TO
talk to any lady; but then she is such
child that he could not be shy with her
AS they stand together, and see his
shapcly golden head bending TO answer
the laughter IN her eyes, thought flies
into my mind, and wish that Girls Della.
court would get to care for Bee, and she for
him.