The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-09-18

"Mrs. ,arslalrs. 40 you know was: 80.
husband said Of you?''
ono. Tell me-"
"That you had the sweetest, most Iowa
bic face that was ever given TO woman; and
he spoke the truth"
"The sweetness is all In my face them
/ say, with some bitterness. "Fclicia, l
should be happier woman II had bet
ter heart and less lovely face"
sour hearts are what we make them"
she whispers softly,
In silence look at the quiet figure in
sombre garments, and wish with sudden
wild longing for the dear old home-life,
with Bees companipnshp to make my hap
piness. Oh for the days when was mad
cap Madgie, happy and light-hcarted, be-
fore men told me my face was fair, before
poor loving Humphrey staked his happi-
ness on the beauty of q girls face, and
wasted his manhood trying to win child's
love!
"Our hearts are what we make them"-
SO Felicia Grant says. But ask myself,
is It not rather that they become what they
are through the actions Of othersi
"Why SO grave, MadgieW
Humphreys voice breaks in upon my
reverie and say with sudden and we'll
assumed cheerfulness---
"How do you like my dressS"
81 think rs speak what fine looking
man my husband is, and how perfect q
gentleman he looks In his evering-dress -
And, in spite of the beard, lind an abso-
lutte pleasure in contemplating the grave
rugged face with the CLEAN Of laughter in
his eyes.
..How do like your dressy" he echoes,
stepping back little and gazing more at
my face than the dress. "You look like
Marguerite tonight"
| am wearing plain white cashmere
dress, with sleeves tight TO the wrist and
pufled at the shoulder. 1t is made high to
the throat, with ruff Of lace and swans
down. Round my neck is u broad gold
chain with a locket, and wear gold brace
lets to match.
sDo you like it" | ask, and read the
approval in his eyes before he speaks.
II won't say all Think" he returns,
smiling. "rhe dress suits you and you
suit the dress. What do you say Felicia"
81 think it is very pretty and very be-
coRiing," she answers.
Anu other people think so besides Hum
phrey and Felicia
"Madgie, never saw YOU look so well |!
Your dress is lovely" George whispers
And everybody is asking il the beautiful
Mrs. Carstairs is to be here tonight. l am
30 glad you are looking your bestP'
Captain Delacourt is in q state Of wild
excitement, and Chris is at his wits end.
II 10 fnn for m
he says piteouSly. Mrs. Carstars will you
tell me what am to do, for have not an
idea, when or where l appear, or any
thingW
ono humbug, Chrisw calls out Give.
Captain Delacourt is terribly in earnest
tonight, for something has gone wrong
with the curtain, When 1t Is up, human
ingenuity fails to bring IL down again
But Humphrey succeeds in putting it
right The lamps are lighted, and the stage
is dazzlingly bright.
At the last moment most OF the actors
are following the example Of Chris, and
grow nervous suddenly. The three Misses
Blake in state of excessive nervousness
and frantic excitement, seem to think OF
nothing but rouge and powder. With
tnelr faces plentllully HoWtfeu, cneekS
reddened, and eyebrows blackened they
are evidently satisfied with their appear
ance.
"Won't you make up your face Mrs. Car
STAIRS" they ask in a breath, as | stand
Arrayed as Mary Queen of Scots in black
velvet and diamonds with my face as ma
ture made IL.
"Mrs. Carstairs, is independent of that
sort of thing" George says with CLEAN
n mischief in her eyes.
/ see the Misses Blake exchange glsnccs;
and with laugh, run down stairs and
find Captain Deacourt waiting inpatient
ly as Darnley.
"My Queenw he says, and bows low be.
fore me, his plumed hat in his hand. His
rich dress suits the 1.-the well-made figure
admirably, and right well and handsome
he looks. cam forgiven" he whispers,
raising soft and penitent eyes.
know he refers 10 his look and mean
ing last night.
mneyer forgive impertinence," answer
in an equally low voice, blushng as speak,
and then look up to see Humphrey watch.
ing Inc intentIy, with stern unloying ex.
preston.