The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-10-02

Jasper forces n little between Georgie's
closed lips, and makes me swallow some
too. feel better after it; and George
opens her eyes wondcringly.
The sailors are very kind, and do their
best to make us comfortable; and at last
we see the twinkling lights of Sea Crags,
a tiny fishing hamlet to which once drove
with Humphrey. Sir Jasperis whispering
to George, and she has spoken once or
twice IN tremulous voice.
Then the brown sail is hauled down, and
kind rough arms lift us out, and we stand
once more ON the earth again, and see
crowd gathering, and hear eager oilers of
help. Willing hands lift George and car
~ her OF, surrounded by eager sympathis-
ing hsher-folk, They are very anxious TO
carry me too, but | rebel, and, gathering
up my wet skirts, stagger weakly by Sir
Jasper's side A iorlorn, miserable trio
we are, though full Of thankfulness for the
lives that have been given back to us,
Sir Jasper is dreadfully anxious about
George; but by-and-by, when we are warm
and George and clad in the Sunday gar
ments of the iishermans daughters, the
color creeps back to her face, and she can
laugh at our queer appearance. smile u
little too, rs / sit on Il low stool by the tire,
and shake out my long brown locks to dry;
but am trembling still, and death seems
hardly TO have left our presence yet.
Sir Jasper comes in, attired strangely in
queer uncouth garments; and the warm
blood PUSHES to Gcorgie's face as he bends
over her, whispering and holding her hand
IN his.
"When can we get homer" | ask, feeling
anxious to relieve the fright and anxiety
there must be at home, We must have
been missed by this time; and no doubt
search is being made.
IL have managed to get a horse" says Sir
Jasper, sand will ride as fast as ! can TO
Carstairs and let your husband know that
you are safe. Then we can bring back the
carriage Tor you. That is the best plan, |
think"
"And mamma" George puts in-"you
will let yer know won't you"
"Of course. And now I'll be off. You
feel all right now, GeorgieT Sir Jasper
says, bending over her again, for she is all
his own now.
Then he goes out into the quiet twilight,
and few minutes after we hear the sound
of horses hoofs galloping past, George
sits and smiles into the fire, musing over
pleasant thoughts.
IL have not congratulated YOU" | say.
"Oh, George, l am so gladw And she
looks up with tears in her eyes.
81 was happier to-day, even so near
death, than | have been for u long, long
time. Madgie, he cared for me all the
time and it did not seem So hard to die
when / knew that"
We drink tea in the cottage, out Of great
heavy cups, and feel the blood coursing
through our veins again; and we try not
to think of those few awful moments when
death was 50 very near.
Darkness has spread over the sky, and
the waves are creeping back again; but l
heed not the wash and murmur now
Georgia is half asleep in large straw arm
chair, a red shawl around her, and all her
dark hair streaming over her shoulders. |
took at her face, and it seems to me that
her new happiness has blotted out the
hard defiant expression that has rested
there for so long; the firm sweet mouth is
half smiling even in her sleep, and on her
sweet fair brow rests no shadow of trouble
all is perfect peace at last. Death was
friend when he made those two one, after
all the weary time of sadness and separa-
ton
Through the still night-air comes the
rush and rumble Of wheels. A carriage is
being driven furiously through the little
street. 1t pulls up suddenly.
"Aladgie, Madgiew cries dear well
Known voice that has the echo of old times
in its tones, and Bee comes hurrying thro'
the low doorway, and we cling closely to
each other.
"Bcc," gasp--"Bce darlingw And |
burst into passionate tit Of weeping, my
arms around her neck.
"Oh, don't! Hush, Madgie, you must
not cry she whispers in fearful voice.
"Dcar, we have all been frightened; but it
is over now.'
raise my face and see hers-the sweet
dear face thought | should never again
see. And then my eyes stray to another
tgurc-my husband, with longing eyes
looking into mine. For one moment have
forgotten him; then creep into the shell
ter of his arms and lean my face upon his
breast. ! feel him SILVER all over as he
gathers me tightly to him; and | know he
cannot speak because his heart is too full.
"My witew is all he whispers, ina trem-
ulous voice,
Happiness is u wonderful cure for all
ills. Five minutes later we were looking
at each with no toars-only smiles; and
Sir Jasper and George look perfectly radi-
ant. Humphrey has packed the carriage
with shawls and rugs, and brought soup
and wine and every imaginary thing. Sure
ly no shipwrcCkcd mariners were ever
made such a fuss about!
We drive home very silently in the dark
ness, Bee sits opposite TO me with Sir JAS
per, and her presence fills me with great
peace and happiness George leans back
in the corner, like myself, weary in body
and mind Humphrey is outside on the
box; and when we reach home, he comes
round and lifts me out, and carries me
bodily up the steps and into the hall for
! am weak and shaky yet. Lena, Felicia
Grant and Mrs. Delacourt stand waiting
with pale anxious faces; and we are kissed
and cried over again. Lena hangs over
me, with her pretty childish face bearing
the trace OF tears; and Mrs. Deacourt
looks as if the last few hours of anxiety
have aged her ten years
"Mmma, we are all safe; so you need
not be frightened now" George says
cheerfully.
SirJaspor stands beside her, looking quite
happy and quite unconscious OF the absurd
figure he makes In the loose hanging gar
ments of the fisherman. Mrs. Delacoourt
looking from one to the other, diyines that