The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-08-07


" Hook up into bis face wistfull,.
al am sorry you heard II, Humphrey;
you must have nice opinion Of us ALL"
He fingers yet a moment, and speaks
again.
81 wish could think that you cared for
my opinion"
And then the white gate slams, and we
follow Bee and Lena along the sunny road.
think Lena Is sorry for what she said, for
her manner is soft and gentle during the
rest Of the walk; and the vexation at be-
ing badly dressed seems to have worn
away Bee never cares one straw what
she has on, and walks along with her free
graceful step, and her merry gypsy face
wreathcd in smiles, though her hat is shah
by and her boots and gloves are not all that
might be desired
We take the footpath through the helds
in preference to the dusty road, and Bee
sings careless snatches Of song In her rich
sweet voice, and takes the tumbled roses
out OF her hat, twists bunch OF scarlet
berries in instead, and leaves the old roses
swinging high and dry on u bramble-shoot.
Oh, my sweet ight-hearted sister Bee! In
the after life we shall yearn to hear your
voice in the dear happy cadence of old
With her bright sparkling eyes and the
red berries In her hat, she looks like a
picture. Humphrey tells her so, and Bee
bushes and laughs. And so we reach
Ashurst, a pleasant united party.
The Colonel Is watching for us on the
hall-door steps.
"Would you like to walk in the gar
DEM" hy says. "And, children, the ten
Missouri is ready, If any OF you care for a
game"
The Colonel is very fond of tennis, and
plays very well; SO we assent joytully, and
an hour afterwards throw ourselves down,
hot and exhausted on the warm grass
Bees tr,lant locks are in wild disorder,
and Lena's face is many shades deeper than
Its usual rose-leaf tint.
alt is impossible to play IN long dress"
say, looking at my flowing drapery. "Bce
you have improved amazingly"
The Colonel's eyes twinkle.
"Bee and have been practising" he
says. "Many an hours hard work have
we had"
"Bee has quite cut you out, Madgie,"
Lena remarks, leaning back against a
tree and tanning her flushed face with her
hat
turn away bitterly and look over the
glowing Aower-beds before speak, with
an attempt at carelessness.
"Out of sight, out of mind tits tho
way of the wo Id"
Humphreys voice breaks In softly.
.Itis not your way, Madgie: your world
was always very present with you.
think with you 1t was the other way--'Ab-
sence makes the heart grow fondcr."
Colonel Trevannion has never spoken
one word, and am bitter and resentful
still.
at Is a mistake to think any one will re-
remember you. | consider IL is great van
ity on anybody's part to consider such a
thing"
"And l." replies Colonel Trevannion,
"think that true friendship should never
be forgotten"
The conversation is getting personal and
dangerous, so spring to my feet.
"Humphrey, come, aud | will teach you
tennis. / will give you ten points,
He gets up of the grass and picks up
bat.
81 have never played in my life. You
must show me what to do"
"Oh, it 10 very easyW l reply; and forth
with the lesson begins.
So apt pupil is he that am !gnomini-
ously defeated or perhaps l am playing
badly--any way, Humphrey wins; and
then we all 90 to luncheon.
g.. Iat TN kn Ian Aiuip ~ nd
the table is made beautiful with fruit and
flowers. the Colonel's own arrangement;
for Miss Trevannion is too much Of an
invalid to look after anything, and he sees
to everything in the house himself Dur
ing luncheon he improves his acquaintance
with Humphrey. / hear them talking
about pictures, and Humphreys face lights
up as he talks of his beloved art, | do not
understand anything about 1t. know
what pleascs me, and can tell when ] like
picture but it is beyond me to talk ably
on the subject
Lena gives Miss Trevannion a full, true,
and particular account of my Paris tinery,
the possession Of which ought to make me
] delirious with happiness, according to Lee
mas creed. Miss Trcyannion is greatly in.
.tcrestcd, and am sure is wondering why
l disfgured myself with my hideous old
serge yesterday. Bee and | talk to each
other until Lena has come TO the end of her
catalogue, and then Miss Trevannion tn rs
to me.
"When are You gong home, NIadgie"
"To CarstairsY Next week, | believe"
/ say, still unable to make my lips call any
other place but one home.
al suppose YOU are longing to be mis-.
tress OF your own housey' she Saws, sm
ing; and answer quietly that have not
thought about it.
! feel lonely and forlon at the prospect
Of these few months that am to spend
alone with Humphrey until the time that
| Bee and Lena can come to me. but some
barely .dcveopcd feeling of LOYALTY to my
husband, u sensation partly born of pride,
makes me put good face on the matter;
and am sure that by the time luncheon
is over Miss Treyannion thinks | shall be
as happy as the days are long at Carstairs,
my new home that have never seen yet.
By.and.by when we arc In the drawing.
room and Bee is at the piano singing, in
her sweet pathetic voice, some quaint old
ballad she had learnt, | hear the Colonel,
voice In my ear
"Come TO the library, Madgle; want tc
have a talk with YOU"
The time Is come. / harden my heart
put on a careless expression, and follow
him to the library, the shady precincts o
which know well. Many an hour have