The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-01
A TRUE WOMAN.

shoulders man throws the burden of his
ill-tempers-his Indigestion, or his out
side disappointments. No true man
can be jealous Of true woman. To be
Jealous is to dcubt--to doubt is 30 cease
to respect; and, for myself, were | to
sec respect floating down the fair
stream on which l had hoped to steer
my frail barque, that instant would
toss my love after it and cry, 1T is fin
ishedp"
The above sentence was Cyril Har-
courts part in a discussion among q
group Of men assembled in the smoking
room of the oilers Club.
He was an engaged man, but all
present understood that there was moth
ing personal in his remarks. He had
won the beauty of the season, admired
enough, perhaps, to turn tho heads of
dozen men with the insiduous
draughts administered by the green
eyed monster; but Cyril was not of
such calibre. He had accorded to this
mistress of his heart such genuine adj
miration--he had won his prize from so
many rivals--that he did not expect
deafness and blindness from those
whose senses o short while ago had
been preternaturally quickened; but
jealousy, in its lowest sense, its debas-
ing influence, he deemed himself so far
beyond, that as as he spoke, warmly,
impassionedly, Ethel Rivers fair vision
never once crossed the horizon of his
thoughts, nor perhaps that of any of
the little group Of men by whom he was
surrounded; but one there was, sitting
little apart, about the thin lines Uf
whaso lipS thoro OlepU smile, and into
whose light eyes an evil CLEAN. although
he held his paper persistently before
his face and seemed to read.
1t was handsome face the paper
hid, though upon its surface was writ
ten neither frankness, candor, nor
truth. 1t was face weak for good,
strong for evil-such an one as has
lured many Faust and Marguerite to
their destruction.
In this case he had little hope of
Faust, but in his eyes all women were
Marguerites. and he had loved-aye, he
did love-Ethel Rivers so well, that to
lose her was to lose that on which he
had staked his hopes, his ambition, his
pride.
Six months before he had been or
dered on active service with his repi-
ment. He had returned successful, and
covered with glory-returned to find
that. like the hare, he had lain down to
rest, and someone had outrun him in
the race.
lie well knew his own power of fas-
cinations He had dreamed that there
was that in Ethe,s farewell glance and
lingering hand-pressure, which but
waited open avowal on his part TO
elicit answering response, and yester-
day, the first news which greeted him,
as he wendell his way for the first time
10 his club, was the announced betroth-
al of Miss Rivers TO Cyril Harcourt who,
uttering the sentence which begins our
story, little dreamed that he was plac-
ing the first wedge in the hands of his
enemy to insert between him and his
new-found happiness.
IL can read him like an open page"
unused Hubert Daryl. proud and SEN
sitive, once let him feel the pang of
suspicion, he will ask no questions. -
AS his faith is now, so will its undoing
no thon, and THE is tor mo to accom-
plish. l do not fear the result"
Good evening, Miss RiversP You
kindly babe me bon coyage when left
for the Gold Coast. Have erred in pre-
suming you might rs kindly bid me
welcome homep"
Handsome as the arch-iiend himself,
rose Major Daryl from his chair, to adj
vance with this greeting to meet the
beautiful girl whose coming he awaited
in her own drawing-room.
'Indeed, you would have treated me
most shabbily had you not Gomez" she
answered, frankly. 81 heard yesterday
of your safe return, and should have
felt hurt indeed if / had not been
among the first whom you honored by
its corporeal evidence"
"The tirst-the very first! Ethel,
could you doubt itp'
The first touch of embarrassment
crept into her manner, with the color
into her check, at something in his
tone and the seemingly unconscious
dropping the prefix of her name.
Mol" she began.
But he stopped her,
"Ilush"' he said with gentle imperi-
BUSINESS. II went away, six months
ago, with a story unfinished on my lips.
] have come back to finish it. | did not
intend its feeling should be in the first
hour, almost the first moment, of our
meeting; but the sight of you has I'M
locked the ilood-gates. and | cannot
control the pent-up torrent Ethel,
must | put my heart secret into words?
Must | tell you that"
mo, no." she interrupted--"a thou
sand times no! Tell me nothing. IL is
] who have tho telling" with a little
forced laugh of lightnoss. ~ want you,
my friend, 10 congratulate me. am
engaged TO Mr., Harcourt."
"EngOgedr he uttered the word as
though her enunciation of ii had been
his first knowledge of the fact. His
voice sounded strange and hoarse, his
face grew haggard. "Oh," he said,
half TO himself sis il for this | have
crossed the seasp"
Had you not heard itP' she asked,
very gently.