The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-24
CHATTER VII.


teach some to be taught.
"Bee has taken your class, Madgie,"
mamma SAYS and she seems to get on very
WELL The children are very fond OF her."
This sounds like another OF the family
arrangements after my death; but l say
nothing.
Humphrey is carefully attending to my
wants; and it seems so strange to have him
waiting on me at home. lie is wearing q
frock coat to-day, and IL makes his tall fg-
ure look taller still. 1t is some consolation
to me to know, that If he is long-limbed
and loosely jointed, he looksa perfect gen.
tleman. There never could be any mis-
take about thst--and he has very small
well-shapcd hands and feet, and we'll
modulated voice. must own, although l
do not regard him with favored eye, that
there is nothing plebian about him in man
ners or sppearancc-but then could not
have married ayulgar looking man. Al
though Humphrey Carstairs is not in the
least like my ideal hero, yet there are times
when | find positive pleasure in looking
at him. II would be very nice to have him
asa friend; then | am sure should have
great respect and warm liking for him.
While he is watching over my breakfast,
and demonstrating against my simply
partaking of bread and honey, am think
ing how pleasant il would be If he were
my friend and was married to somebody
else.
1t is lovely day with an autumnal haze,
which the sun is breaking through.
~ am going into the garden" ] say" 81
always like walk in the garden on Sun
day morning before church" Gathering
UP my dress and throwing it over my arm,
90 towards the door, and then, looking
back, catch sight Of Humphreys eyes,
grave, reproachful, gazing at me. "Aren't
you coming"
1t is diplomatic question, for l imme-
diately turn the tables on him, and make
it appear that am the aggrieved party.
Side by side we sauntcr through the dear
old garden fraught with thousand memo
ries to me---the sweet old, wild, neglected
place, with its gaudy tangled borders, its
wealth of roses intertwined, which wave
and toss and bend their sweet blusling
faces to woo the passing breeze. 1t is
very large old rambling garden, famous for
its luscious plums that ripen OIL the high
sunny brick walls. An old man, bent and
intirm, tolls daily amidst the overgrown
Characteristics, and feeby scratches with
a rake down the weedy paths between the
high box borders. Here and there are
spots of cultivation that CLEAN pleasantly
from out Of the tangled wilderness around.
gaze with loving eyes on every gnarled
spple-tree, on the wall-frut-trees that send
mp an array Of straight twigs pointing
hesvenward, and waving to and fro, on
every twisted, neglected branch, on the
struggling unpruncd rose-trecs that brush
against our faces as we pass under the
arches.
"These ought to be trained" Humphrey
says, pushing aside forward spray that
catches In my hair and holds me prisoner.
With an exceedingly gentle touch which
makes each movement earess Humphrey
| releases my locks, lingering over the task
lovingly; and wonder what pleasure he
can take In passing his fingers through my
hair. glance up at him sideways from
under my eyelashes to see what he is look
ing like, and catch such fond yearning
expression In his eyes that sudden flush
dyes my cheeks, and, to cover my confll-
sion, reach up and gather half-blown
rose and fasten il In my dress. My long
skirt lies unheedcd at my feet. 1t Is olive
green cashmere made serpentfashon; and,
straight, and slim, bend over the rosebud
and do not look at Humphrey.
What great pity it is ever married
him! had no idea he would demand or
expect my whole affection. cannot give
it to him. 1t is perfectly impossible that
can love my husband.
The world is very fair and beautiful to-
Ia kt,x ut.,t oil In, ha
autumn sun beams on the glory of the glow
| ing summer flowers, and stand with
downcast face and watch the sunlight flick
cring on my wedding.ring
"Madgie," my husband says, almost in
whisper, laying his hand lightly over
mine.
"Well" But the saucy smile dies on
my lips at the look on his face.
"Do you remember the question asked
you herel"
He pL.s the question solemnly; and
answer gravely and clearly
"You asked me to be your wife,"
He takes my face between his hands and
gazes on it--oh, so sadly!
"Child, you have driven me mad" he
says; and my eyes fall beneath the fire that
leaps into life In his. "Oh, Madgie, Mad
gle, why are you 80 sweet, so lovable, ON
ly to break my heart when look into the
heaven Of your eyes and see their beauty
the sweetest eyes that were ever set in hui
man face, that never, never smile in low,
for meW
The words, with their intensity of ut
terancc, seem to fall from him without viii
or power Of his own; and before can 50,
anything he has placed his arms around I'M
tightly, and holds me claspcd to his brcas
sic he would never let me 20. My poo
little rose is crushed and broken.
"My child, my love p'--and his voic'
trembles. "Maggie, when your eyes re
proach me feel like a murderer. Oh
darling, say you will be happy with mt
some timer
His voice breaks In its deep tremulou.
pleading, and tears fall down my cheeks.
"TIayc / made you cry, my poor little
wifer" he whispers pitifully. And there
in the old garden lit my head and look
up into my husbands face, and force back
the sobs that leap to my throat.
Humphrey" say-and my voice is a
broken whisper, not like my usual clear,
girlish .ones---"can you not let me try to
be happy In my own ways IL like you
now; and In tlme---in six or seven years
I may get quite used to you, and be happy
without all Understanding back from
him and Indicating Inv the gwepn of NV