The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-31


words are full Of pain.
"Child,I am sorry 10 see YOU like this"
ooh, there are some lovely ones p cry,
and spring away across the grass TO gather
three broad white mushrooms.
" | have gained fullya minute to choke
back the tears, and then am smiling, care
less "madcap" again, holding up my tro-
phies as the Others come us.
"Look at these beauties; aud they were
arranged in ring am sure the fairies
were here last night"
All the way to Ashnrst | talk and laugh
and set them all laughing at my mad
nonsense. And | think IL better to
smile. to hide the pain, TO show gay face
70 Ine world; Tor can bear anything but
the grave pity in my old friends face. BY.
and-by know he will have serious talk
with me; but just now can be as merry
as will, and deceive him into thinking l
am In the blissful state of estate happi.
ness that Is generally supposed to be the
chief feature OF ncwly.married life.
ado you remember the day you met me
frsty" ask, looking up at him as we turn
in at the gates Of Ashurst.
81 remember 1t wcl,' he answers, smil.
ing. Sand | wish had picture of you
standing looking at me, defiant, pleading,
and mischievous all IN one"
81 was dreadfully frightened" say
laughing, thinking Of that day so many
years ago, when Col. Trevannon caught
Lena, Bee, and me stealing pheasants' eggs
for private Matching At first sight of the
ColonePs face Bee and Lena took to their
heels, got over the wire fencing, and flew
like hunted harcs across the field, leaving
me with my hands full of phcasants eggs.
turned and stood at bay.
''He can't eat me, and he dare not strike
girl said to myself, as he approached,
assuming gigantic proportions to my child
ish eyes.
He. looked at the eggs, at me in my
pigmy defiance, and then said, in what
seemed to my guilty conscience, an awful
voice
"Your name, little girl?"
To diyulge my name meant disgrace TO
the whole family; so looked up at him.
and answered firmly, 81 won't tell you,r
and then cast look behind to see that my
companions in mischief had escaped. They
were out of sight, and breathed freely.
"Take me to prison, sir, II you like
but ] won't tell my name, not if they kill
mew
Then he made the following remarkable
observation
"Upon my SOUL you are the prettiest
little girl have ever seen, and the most
daringw And then he smiled and bent
his tall figure till his face was on level
with mine. "Don't he frightened, little
one; am not going to hurt youw
His smile and his kind voice stopped the
mad humping OF my heart, and, when he
held out his hand, put mine into it. and
the stolen eggs found resting place in the
long grass.
ado you like pum-cake" he said next,
holding my hand in close grasp. "And
will you come up to the house and get
somes"
Very gravely, half doubling, I went
with him; and, before an hour had passed,
our friendship had commenced. Before |
went away / told him my name, and he
only said very gently
'TThe next time you are in want Of
pheasants eggs, come aud ask for them my
child"
After that message was often sent for
"Miss Madgie," and then a groom with
pony for my special use; and was always
the dear old Colonel's friend and favorite.
We used to have such fun together, such
Jokes and nonsense: and he was always 90,
indulgent and so kind.
But now am his saucy "madcap" no
longer. ] belong to Humphrey, and Bee
fills up my place in my old friends heart.
think Miss Trevannion is a little sur
prised when we all troop in at such an early
hour But it Is not the first time the Colo
mel has brought us home to breakfast, and
she greets lis very kindly,
"You will forgive my not having called
on you, Madge,' she says, "but | seldom
60 out now"
"But why should you call on me!" ex.
claim. And then it flashes on me that
am married; and add in the sad dismal
voice in which always refer to my pres.
ent state, ooh, because am married, [
suppose And with these words laugh
right merrily, fatter myself. "Do you
know, Miss Trevannion, hate all this GER
emony, and ] feel ought to be formal aud
stiff. Please forget that | am married,
and treat me this morning just as il | was
Madgie Alison still"
She laughs, and treats the whole thing
as a little joke; but | catch quick look
from Colonel Trevannion, and flush rosy
red
"Kate, is breakfast ready?" he says
"These children are starving, and so
am l."
We are all very merry over our break
fast, which is laid, not in the long dining
room, all oak panels, and family pictures,
but in the sunny cheerful little hraakfast.
room.
Miss Trevannion is an invalid, and FIRE.
quents every room that can catch little
sunbeam. She is pale, faded, and sweet
looking, with that patient serenity OF couu.
tenance that comes in the after-years
through long suffering, when eyes that
have long wept can smile again. People
say she has had a disappointment, and has
never since been the same. | think it Is
those who are married who have the disap.
pontment, after all; and wonder at the
far-away wistful gaze Of this gentle patient
creature who has had her life saddcned for
mans sake. IL Is very STRANGE, aud 1,
whose heart has never stirred to mans
voice yet, cannot understand. There is no
time to follow out the idea now, for II be.
hooves me to talk and make myself pleas.
ant; and so far do succeed that Miss IRE.
vannion remarks Isrif
Wour spirits are as high as ever, Mad.
gie,."
"Higher, think" ! say, smiling, and do
not look down the table NJ tina Colonel ~it