The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-03

steady strokes out toward the bood.rcd
setting sun,
care you pleased, darling" hcasks bend
ing forward with the old look of alteration
on his face; and sigh.
at Is very pleasant, Humphrey" |
answer in II low voice, looking away sud.
denly.
mist has come between me and the
bright sun, and there IL choking lump in
my throat. The weary Inconsistencies re.
turns with rush, and long with n great
unspeakable longing to be what was three
months ago-a child in the old homc-liic,
in the sweet garden ut home, with the red
sun on the rosy applc-blossoms and on the
shower Of deicately-tntcd petals lying
like pink-nccked snow 1T my feet. Those
were happy days before Humphrey Car.
stairs crossed my path, before ! woke M
to find my time was come to go out In the
world hand In hand, with none of the dear
ones loved 50 well, but with stranger.
All, me! II could see dear old crib, the
faithful mongrcl who howled so sadly when
| went away! II IL were possible that
could awake some morning and find my
self In my own little bed, in my own
quaint, badly furnished little room, oh,
surely no waking could be SO joyous.
The watcris flying past; our little boat
seems to be oaping through the shining
sea.
'1Iumphrey, why do you row so hardH'
have come back from dreamand and
put the question in all gravity, never i'm
aging that the look upon my face for the
last five minutes has filed him with some
thing keener perhaps than the pain bear
so badly.
lie onl smiles, however, when ] speak,
and leahS upon his souls and looks at me.
IL wish had brought my sketch-b0ok,
Madgie; the view is very pretty from the
water"
II certainly is very beautiful, with the
peaked mountains standing up against the
tinted sky; and wish could draw like
Humphrey, and make pictures OF my
sketches afterwards, as he does,
"Shall we 20 back for IT."
ooh, no. II would he too late, the light
would be gone. Besides, have TO give
YOU your first lesson in rowing
He seems pleased at my thoughtfulncss,
even in such trivial matter. What a
pity it is that thoughtfulness will not sat
isfy him!
81 will begin now" ! say impulsiyely,
standing up with ignorant recklessness
"rake carcv Humphrey exclaims. Put
your hand upon my shoulder, and sit
here"-at the same time giving me his
seat, and drawing himself into one behind
me-
cam ! to have both sculs;"
At that he laughs, and laugh too.
"IOu must learn to manage one first,
my child, aud catch AS few crabs as YOU
can
"What do YOU mean" | ask, balancing
my scull in mid.air and looking over my
shoulder at him.
"Wait and see" he answers, smiling
and | see soon enough when | find myself
upon my back and Humphrey helping me
up.
"You might have told me-" say re-.
proachfully, Humphrey, what did | do
wrong?"
"Put your scull too deep"
"But 1t catches in the water now Oh,
Humphrey
begin to think rowing is exceedingly
hard work. My scull is very unmanagea.
Bile, and simply declines to make anything
like long even strokes.
"Kecp your wrists down and take your
time" Humphrey says.
try hard to follow his directions, but
my hands ilv up to my chin, and seem to
be making only frantic irregular grabs at
the wateg OF my scull goes Swimming along
the top, or plunges down and does any.
thing but what require it to do. After
half an hours hard work, stop with ach-
ing arms warm and breathcss.
"rired, dear" Humphrey says in his
gentle voice. ~ think you have had
enough of it, Madgic."
"No, n0W | answer, pushing away his
hand, which, laid upon mine, is trying to
withdraw the scull, and set desperately to
work again.
81 must learn" say, "and il don't
try shall never succeed" T.
So forthwith | set to again with will /;
and when, at last, resign my scul to
Humphrey ! have made u little progress.
and Humphrey Is proud of his pupil.
81 don't dip it up and down so much, do
/, Humphrey" ask, settling myself in
the stern again.
"Aftcr few more lessons you will be
perfect" he answers.
"And so will my hands be-" say, hold.
ing up my red bistcred hands for nspec-
t0n.
Humphrey is more sorry for the bisters
than ! am, and is terribly afraid that
shall take cold after my eXcrtions, and in
siSts on my wrapping large shawl round
my shoulders.
81 wish you could have seen me at home,
Humphrey, running wild with Jack and
Bcc--and never took cold"
"lol belong 10 me now" he answers
tcndcrly. "iou are my dearest possession
and must take care Of YOU"
Suddenly burst into passion of tears.
His possession 1t is those two words that
make the tears low 50 fast. belong 20
lli'u--to this man for whom have no love,
with whom ] have no sympathy. And
there is the chatting, maddcning thought
that he loves me with passionate tender
ness; and know that each stitled sob cuts
home to his heart.
"My child, my little Madglc," he says at
last, sis it such grief that you have given
yourself TO mc?v
Something tells me that am treating
him unfairly, and the pain in his voice
hurts me. Raising my face from my hands
l look sadly at him, and then comes a
long. sobbing breath before the unsteady
words
"Humphrey, perhaps Heaven win let