The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-03-08
SIR HUBERTs WIFE.

'MOsl Willingly, OH llNO'It anu
Mrs. Trevor's handsome, patrician face
flushed with glow of qualification rs
she signilied her consent TO Sir Hubert
Glyndon's prayer for her daughters
hand, "belicye me- there is no one |
would more willingly trust with Lilian's
happiness .
A deep breath of relief escaped Sir
Hubert, but his face darkened and
cloudcd over little as he spoke again.
at shall be the object of my life to
prove that your trust is not undoscrv-
ed, he said, "if Lillian accepts me-
"lfr' Mrs. Trevor broke in, with a
slight accent of surprise, "Why do
you doubt it?'
II hardly dare hope,' he answered.
"She is so young am so much her
senior and | have fancied sometimes
that it is selfish in me to wish to bind
our lives together, that
"Ah! why viii You do yourself so
much iniustice?n said Mrs. Trevor, in
terrupting him once more, little petu-
lantly, for she could not understand his
scruplcs. "She is but child, certainly,
with child's hcart-my little Lillian!
You need have no fear, Sir Hubert She
loves you now When you are her hus-
band, she viii love you BETTER
So spoke Mrs. Trevor, Lilian's moth
er, and she believed that she spoke for
her daughters good"
True, there had been n foolish ro-
nance connected with the summer Just
past. A strolling artist had been struck
by the sweet ilower-facc, and had asked
permission 20 transfer it to his canvas,
The foolish mother had consented. She
deemed Lillian indeed only child.
Through long ,sunshiny hours she and
the artist had strolled together, or she
had sat patient while he had painted
the young, lovely face, until one day,
or rather Just in that wonderful time
when day was not yet ended, and evening
has begun minging its shadows with
the fleeing sunbeams - little Lillian
listened with fast beating heart, to
story new and strange.
This artist loved her, and wished her
for his wife She heard with the tim
idity of the timid fawn his passionate
expressions of endearmcnt They
frightened even while they filled her
soul with tumultuous JOY.
II will teach you to love me, little
one,n he had said. Come, will you
not 90 with me to your mother, that |
may ask her to give you to me. ~
And shyly, with crimson blush, she
had placed her little iluttering hand in
his, and let him lead her whittier he
would.
She had hardly had time to realize
her Joy before it had ended; for her
mother had listened in frowning amaze.
The artist was poor. He had but his art
and his ambition. What were both to
balance Lilian's dover?
Take courage, darling, and be true
to me-" he whispered, in his short
lcave-taking. II go to make the for
tune | have hitherto despised, but
which now covet for your sweet sake
With it | will return to claim you. Let
me find you little Lillian"
And the child, amid her sobs, had
promised all he asked
Yet now--now, when the little green
blades of grass were springing up, TO
hide from sight the bare brown earth,
and the birds singing to each other
their love songs in the trees, and the
breath of spring heralded the coming
of another summer, her mother had
come to her and said:
Il have found lover for you Lillian.
He is good and rich, my child. See
to it that you do not mention to him
last years folly"
"a lover, mammaPn the girl had an
swered. "Oh, have you forgottcn?"
81 have forgotten all, as must you.
You will obey me, and later you will
thank me-"
The young face grew very pale.
''ls it not honorable that he should
know, mamma?n Lillian had said.
'lle shall hear all that is necessary
from me-
"lle viii not want me-" thought the
girl, "when he knows that have no
love TO give him.,
And the color crept back to her cheek
at the relief the thought brought-a re-
lief short lived; for that very evening
Sir Hubert Glyndon took in his own
" ann, ell'HS SlVNI' NV wv llllI' Nblu
hands, and, drawing her TO him, stoop-
cd and kissed her brow.
She looked up into his face II was
not handsome face, He was not n
young lover A full score of years di-
yided him from his girl sweetheart; but
it was good facc--a true face-and in
il one could read the love he bore her.
AT the mute, questioning. pitiful look
in her dark eyes, a pang had shot into
her honest heart, and it was the mem
ory of this look which led him to her
mother, who thus had answered him.
"She has loved no one elSeP' he said.
Mrs. Tremor smiled little scornful-
" at the question.
- moment since, told you she was
but a child 1t is for you to waken her
sleeping heart
Her words and his own great love
chased away the last doubt.
lie was very tender during the short
space Of time that elapsed before the
wedding, Sometimes he would appear
little gricyed that Lillian would shrink
even from his slightest caress, but he
chidcd himself for it, Perhaps when
she was his wife his very own she
would one day steal To his side, and
hold up her sweet rosebud mouth of
her own seeking, for his kiss.
Then he would tell her all that his