The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-17
THE DAILY BULLETIN.
MY MARRIAGE.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "PESELopE, "EIc.
tcontinued neat Sunday

fConhnaed neat sunday
..some cream, darlings" says Humphrey
and he nearly empties the cream-jug over
the fruit-tart ON my plate.
As I expostulate the door opens, ana
there IL handed in colored envelope,
"a telegram for you, sir.'
sHumplreyw Is that hoarse cry my
own yoices "Something has happened!
Ouick-tell mew
In a moment my thoughts are flying
Home and stand with y great fear of
some coming trouble, looking at my nus
band with that unknown message in his
hand.
only second or so passes, but II seems
an eternity Oh agony and suspense before
Humphrey speaks, as he tears open the
yellow envelope.
"My child, this is an answer to tele-
gram / sent two hours ago-listen"
In silence | come close beside him and
drink in the few words that form the mes
;. from home.
..sr, !. are all well--a mistake about the
letter(-loye to Madgie-will write to-mor-
row'3
Humphrey finishes his reading with
smile.
you were so anxious, dear, that sent
Telegram to your mother---and ! am sorry
| did not tell you; it startled you 50 dread
fully
..Ycs," I answer, with great sigh of
relief, holding the telegram tightly, ana
reading the few words over and over
again; and then look up into my husband :
face.
.lHumphrey, you are too good TO me. 1t
was so Kind to think of this"
s.Hushw he says, taking my face be-
tween his hands. ..Kind, good do YOU
think could be anything else to YOU my
wfc:r ~
There are tears in my eyes; so laugh,
and turn my face away.
"Humphrey, don't make Inc cry. 1t
was kind of you to telegraph home; but
II they don't write for month, | shall nev'
er get anxious again
.sAnxious." Humphrey echoes, with &
sad warming ring in his voice. "Madgie.'
he says, III would give all possess to have
you care for me like that--to know that
could bring your soul to your face as saw
you as much as you are to me-"
The last words are In low whisper
and my clear girlish voice breaks in with d
little unsteadiness In Its even tones.
.You forget, Humphrey, that | have
known them all my life, that everything
that belongs to the old home is part of
myself, and that what touches them touches
me. should hate myself IL ever put
any one else in their place"
'.You do not understand, child" Hum
phrey answers very gently "fou do not
dream OF what 1t is TO love with ones
whole heart and soul, to live for one face,
one yoice--for one person to have the pow
er to make your life happiness or misery"
His voice falters In intensity as he pro-
ceeds. "You do not know this, Madgie---
the sweet and bitter pain OF the love that
can in truth come TO man or woman but
once In y lifetime"
"No," answer In q low solemn voice,
81 do not know it, and think In my heart,
.Thank goodness that L d0n'tw
"Humphrey," whisper, slipping my
hand into his, "tell me what you wish me
TO be-"
For momen. he gazes down into my
upturned face, and then smile dawns in
his eyes.
"To be happy" be saws gently. "Your
lips and eyes were meant for smiles, Mad
gle, and please Heaven, never will give
you cause to weepw
Love and happiness! Are the two in.
separable' Can one be happy If one does
not love: 1t is problem that cannot
solye-the sweet bitterness of hearts
great passion that can count it better "to
have loved and lost than never to have
loved at ALL" am heart-whole and fam
cy free, my soul untouched by human love
as yet.