The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-09-16

| was TO accrue 10 himself IN inc ehuT
But kept my disappointment 1t was
but vague and misunderstood, locked
In my own heart. 1t was TOO late now
for there TO be any possibility OF my
accompanying Arthur. bnt l agreed TO
write TO John, and-if he would give
me the means-follow the fortunes OF
my lover.
So Arthur departed for London. Our
plan was for me to join him there, and
be married before sailing for India to-
gether. babe him goodbye, weeping
very decorously, but secretly feeling
much surprised that did not feel more
real grief Of heart. Then went home
and wrote the whole story to John.
had begged him to answer at once,
as there was no time to spare, but the
day which should have brought me a
letter brought me disappointment only.
Not very bitter disappointment, either.
took myself to task for that,
John is not so foolish as to help you
in such mad folly" my mother had
said, triumphantly,w when no letter came.
made no reply but strolled off into
the woods close at hand to think it
over.
The idea occurred TO me-had my
mother written to influence John
against me.
Presently a quick footstep came rust
ling through the grass, and, recognize
ing it, started up In curious embar-
rassment. John Hayden stood before
me.
II thought I'd answer your letter in
person, Lizzie" he said somewhat
abruptly. Then, gazing at me hslf-
mockingly, yet with an air OF regret;
"And so you want to go with Elton
among the heathens. Poor little girl"
He took hold of my arm and then
pinched my cheek. 80 tender, and
plump, and soft"
twitched my arm away, and felt my
cheek burn red-with anger, more than
from his pinching
al didn't write to you for mockery,"
said, Indignantly. "Mr. Elton"
ELTON is fool" said John, seating
himself, calmly. If he wasn't fool,
/ should call him brute. to work up
on the romance and enthusiasm of
silly girl. and ask her to waste her
bright, happy young life for his selfish
qualification, among pack of internal
dirty savages. But he's just a fool.
and boy. While you"--he looked at
me with such strangely tender, quizzi-
cal eyes --"you arc little goose! ]
don't believe you really love the fellow
at all, Liz"
He was perfectly right, and in that
minute | knew it--for the first time l
knew my own heart. But l was too
much offended to acknowledge it.
"You are mistaken" | said. very
coldly. SHOULD l have BUNDLED my
self to ask you for the means to join
him, if did not love himP"
"a nice one he must be to let you do
it, tool" he cried, getting angry in his
turn, and rising. "Well, if you can
love fellow like that, you are not the
girl took you for, and the sooner you
90 to him the better! Yes; you shall
have all you need, my girl, and God
grant you don't repent your folly!' He
took a paper from his pocket-book.
There's blank cheque. | signed it
for you, though l did hope you'd use it
to better purpose. No mattcr-fill it
up for any amount you need; take
enough, for you'll get but little from
the fellow you're going tol And mind
you're welcome to the money"-his
voice and look softened little" you'd
be welcome 10 my life, if it could Sc
cure your happiness, Liz! hate to
SEQ you spoil your own-thats all. y
He turned to go. Goodbye, my dear
i wish you happiness, and he was
gone.
l sat there and burst out crying.
Quite quietly gave way to an inward
storm Of rage and grief at my own be-
sotted folly. John! My dear old John!
II | had spoken the truth to him, how
different might be my fate! Surely
John loved me. Arthur was right,
John wished to win me for himself!
And now he had given me up! And |
--decency, consistency, pride, required
that should abide by my own decision
Il belonged to Arthur, whom was
beginning to despise.
One hope remained to me-my moth
or. She would entreat and beg me not
to 60, and could gracefully yield to
her wishes. fastened home-alas! |
found her resigned to my marriage
with ArJhur-,John had talked her over.
"He would sacrifice everything TO
your happiness" she said. ooh, you
have been such foolr'
The preparations were hurriedly
made-I had no time to lose-and
mother accompanied me on my Jour-
ney. She was to take me to London
and leave me in my husbands care.
John saw us off; actually accompan-
led us to the station, and babe us good
bye. AS the train moved slowly away,
and realized that | had seen the last
of him, bit my lips to keep the outcry
of my anguish down, and resolved, in
blind, stupid way, to do anything
rather than marry Arthur Elton,
The fatigue of my journey, the an
guish Of my heart, the effort to conceal
my feelings-all these things were too
much me. When we got TO our hotel |
fell into Mysteries, and the secret came
out in spite OF me.
II hate Arthur Elton! / hate the
heathens! I'll never marry bimW |
sobbed incoherently.