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

BY COULTER RUxToN.

out OF his large blue eyes, in which
there slept the spirit OF good-nature, he
shot rays Of fun into the dark, flashing
ones OF his companion--''it Is very
true" he repeated, IL wasn't born with
silver spoon in my mouth, as the say.
ing is, Notwithstanding l was blessed
from the moment saw the bright sun
with reasonable share of good luck.
When came into this beautiful world,
Kathleen--made all the more pleasant
by your presence, mavourncen--th
cats didn't new, nor the dogs bark--a
sure sign, the old lady said who attend.
ed on my advent, that my days would
pass in peace, aYd that the love of my
heart ID be safe in that of the girl who
was born to be my helpmeet--a true
friend through all my life"
"Ahr' said the beautiful Kathleen,
with a smile and toss of her small,
splendidly-poised head, sand have you
found her yet, Mr.. Fitzgerald"
"By my faith, have" said Edgar,
smiling. ''She's all that my dreams
ever painted me in the form Of wo.
man. ! love her, Kathleen. All, If
you only knew how deep down in my
heart she has buried herself!'
"Then no angel with his trumpet
calling to judgment will ever resurrect
herv'
II hope not. Kathleen, hope not.
Why should the darling come out OF
her home into cold world~
"To get a little air and exercise"
"Well answered, young lady. But
Pm afraid, should the skittish, timid,
nervous creature ever get away, there'd
be no catching her again"
"Then she's prisoner, Mr.. Fitzger-
aldp"
"She is, and again she is not, Kath-
leen. You ought 10 know"
a! How should l?''
MISERY! She wants me to answer
what's impossible for man."
''But how can woman 90 and bury
herself in mans heart, and then be
and not be at liberty to do as she
pleases?'
Women are born logicians now"
exclaimed Fitzgerald, with a quizzical
look. 81 always thought when pretty
shetee1 loved man, that she didn't care
about ranging the commons. and try
ing to worry poor devils for whom she
didn't care ha'porth."
"And who do you love, and who do
you imagine loves your"
Fitzgerald laughed, and stood up.
He was a splendid specimen of young
manhood, and the girls eyes had a
warm, soft fire in them as she looked
upon him.
"And you want me to answer your
perplexing double question P'' he
asked.
81 shouldn't have asked it if didn't
think you mannerly enough to answer
me-" she returned.
"Then I'll answer you by repeating
one name twice. It's Kathleen-Kath-
leenr'
The girl turned away her head and
suppressed sigh.
She did indeed love Fitzgerald-more
ardentlv. more devotedlv than he SUM-
poscd. But there was one whom she
loved rs dearly, in another sense, as her
Young admirer That one was her
father There had been teud between
the Fiizgcralds and the Fawcetts for
generations, and until now the wooing
by son Of the one the daughter of the
other had never happened Kathleen
iolt that a groat gulf. an impossible
abvss, was between them, which Meth
er could cross.
Kathleen" abruptly spoke Fitzger-
aid, .don't let us handy words. You
know that love you with all my heart
and soul; that l would lay down my
life if it would please you in any way.
You know that Now, girl, why not
speak plain. Tell me you hate me, if
you dare-love me, If you can"
Edgar" she whispered, going to his
side, and placing one Of her little hands
on one of his shoulders, '.you know that
it cannot be. What if | did say that /
loved you? 1t would profit you moth
ing. Do you think our love for each
other would wash out forever the bitter
hatred foolish as IL is-that for centu-
ries has divided our people? Love?
We who are born sworn enemies, love?
No, Edgar. Twill tell you do love
you. No one else has my heart but
you. But what avails itp Get my
fathers consent, and will leap into
your arms. He would shoot you down
as he would mad dog il he thought
you cared for mcr'
~ know, ! know, darling, all--all
that. But I'll pray and hope There's
something tells me, Kathleen that our
souls will yet be united"
He stopped and kissed the beautiful
| girl.
on wait and pray, too, Edgar" she
replied, and then went away in tho d.
rection Of her home, thinking. dream
ing, shuddering..
Edgar Fitzgerald passionately loved
the dark-eyed Kathleen, but the bitter
fcud which had so long made the an
cestors Of both generations uncompro-
missing enemies, placed them, us the
girl had thought and often said, so far
apart that there seemed no hope Of
peace being declared between the fami-
lies. Thus the young man unused as he
lay in his bed, the windows of the room
in which it was looking out upon the
homestead of the Fawcetts--a quarter
Of n mile dstant--the old moss and ivy
covered stone house in which Kathleen,
the only daughter Of the family, slept,
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