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

amid new faces, to bring little look of
gladness into her own
She never murmured, never com
planned. She no longer shrank from
him. That was something gained.
Indeed, when they were quite alone
together, she seemed more contented,
more restIul tnan IN tnclr wan0erlngs.
next week we viii go home, Lillian"
he said to her, one day.
"Oh, shall be 50 glad" she answer
ed. 81 am so tired"
Tired, little one? You have wanted
to 90 beforep Why have you not
spokenP'
81 waited foryour WISH" she replied.
"But my wish is yours. Win you not
learn that lessonP'
"You are very good TO me-" she an
swered wistfully, "too good. / do not
not deserve so much"
He drew her to him and kissed her
many times.
600 goodPn he echoed. "Oh, my
| little pure snowflake, if ever you can
love me for one little hour it would be
worth lifctimeN'
| Always Sllt 0lll unh llOHl
strangers. Each face she scanned with
almost painful intcntness; then the old
look of utter Indifference would sweep
across her own,
But here in the home where her hus-
band had brought her she would be
subjected to less of this. Its grand old
beauty could not fail to delight her
senses. Her own rooms were fitted up
like the bower of some fairy prin-
cess; servants waited upon her every
wish; all day she might stroll alone
through the shaded avenues of superb
old oaks, save when her husband joined
her.
But day by day he watched the sweet
face grow palcr and the slight figure
more frail. One day he came to her
with an open letter in his hand, hap
py light in his face.
Harold has written me, darling--the
friend whom | have told you | love so
well-he is coming to visit me. He will
be here tomorrow"
Harold " she gasped, and her face
grew ghastly.
lie threw his arm about her, fearing
she would faint.
you know him?n he asked, in sur
prise
"No, no." she tremblingly answered.
81 was faint for moment. That is all.
I am glad for you. will be ready to
receive your friend"
Harold" she murmured to herself,
when alone again. cam | so weak
that the simple utterance of the old
name thus moves meP As though there
were not Il thousand Harolds in this
great world. Oh, heaven, thou wilt
grant my prayer. Thou wilt never let
me see his face again. "
The next afternoon Lillian was alone
among the trees, when suddenly she
heard the sound of voices, 1t was her
husband speaking.
"You will think her beautiful,
Harold. She shall be to you sister.
OF you will not be jealous"
The next moment a turn in the path
brought the two men to view. One
instant--her glance rested on them
both; then she sprang to her feet press
ing both hands TO her heart, awaited
their approach in silence, her face color
less as her dress, her figure swaying az
the lily-bell on its stem.
Harold, my wifem said Sir Hubert,
then looked from one TO the other in
amaze.
The young man made no motion to
outstretch his hand. He bowed low.
Lillian neither stirred nor spoke.
"You have met beforep" Sir Hubert
went on.
ave have met BEFORE" replied Har-
old Courtney.
Lillian still spoke no word. Once she
passed her hand across her eyes, as if
blinded; then turned and walked swift
ly toward the house. The two men
left alone, looked in each others eyes.
what does it all meanp" asked Sir
Hubert, and his question was both stern
and pleading.
"Ask your wife," answered his friend.
"Only bid me goodbye, and let me
leave your roof.
"Wait until tomorrow" replied the
host. LILLIAN has never deceived me
she will not do SO now"
But Just then came the summons 10
dinner The young mistress, pleading
sudden indisposition, begged to be eX-
cused. The two men sat down in
silence. 1t was a wretched meal, and
an evening yet more wretched.
AT an early hour Sir Hubert conduct
ed his guest TO the rooms apportioned
to HIM, and withdrew to his own. Rest
lessly he paced their length for half an
hour, when he resolved to seek his wife
and have the mystery explained. She
might not love him, but at least she had
no cause to fear him; she would with
hold nothing.
In slippcred feet he crossed the CORR
dor. His way led him past Lilian's
boudoir; the door was half open; within
he heard voices. His very blood froze
in his veins: it was his wife speaking.
He stood rooted to the spot
Harold, you must go at once-at
OnceN'
GLOW dare you tell me what ! must
dor answered the man; you who have
wrecked my lifcp TWAS for you | toiled
TO amass the wrotched fortune now
loathe. The death Of an uncle gave me
success sooner than | had hoped. /
thought but of you by day, by night.
Wild with happiness returned to claim
you--to learn wbatp That YOU had