The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-08-21
CHAPTER XIV.

Waltcd through inc open windows. and
am in thrill Of expectation and delight
as we enter the ballroom; and for the first
time in my life become, acquainted with
the scene so new and fresh TO nv world
ignorant eyes, SO tame and uninteresting
to many.
While we are speaking TO Mrs. Delacourt
! am watching the dancers surging and
swinging past. see Georgia Delacourt
in the arms of tall and utterly hideous
man, who nevertheless dances well and
steers admirably. Georgia looks beaming,
and flashes smile at me as she passes.
"May have the pleasure of this dance,
Mrs. CarstairsW voice says in my ear;
and, looking up, see Chris Delacourt be-
side me. And am soon whirlcd of into
the midst of the giddy throng.
"rhe waltz is half over" he says pres
emily. 81 hope you will let me have an.
other by.and.by?"
eyes, as many as you like" answer,
smiling. "Mr. Delacourt, this is my first
ball, and am going to dance all night"
"Your first ball, rcallyg" Chris Del
acourt's face expresses amazement and
amusement combined, mingled with mere
dulity.
We have stopped for moment; the
room is too crowded to dance with COM
fort.
"Really and truly" say, laughing, and
looking up to him.
"Well, Mrs. Carstairs," he says, "you
have lost nothing; first ball is always the
best; one tires of them soon enough--say-
ing the same things, meeting the same
people. | do not know, to tell the truth,
what pleasure any one can find in balls"
am beginning to like Chris Delacourt.
At first | thought him rather silent and
grave; now he is quite laxative. In per-
sonal appearance he does not resemble
George in the least. His hair is very fair
the pure true gold generally confined
to children's ieecy locks--and he has dark
blue eyes, grave and dreamy. There is
nothing encmnate in his manly face, his
head is well set on his strong broad shout.
ders, and he walks and moves with a nat
ural careless grace that reminds me Of
George. Altogether, he is a good comely
specimen Of manhood. Frank and pleasant,
simple-hearted and open, he cares more for
fishing and shooting, and takes more inter-
est In farming his own estate than In any.
thing else in the world.
When the waltz is over, George comes
up with her cavalier in tow. She looks ra-
diant tonight in maize silk made as long
and plain and as severe as p0ssible--but IL
suits her.
Mrs. Carstars, you are looking too love-
ly," she says laughing. every one is ask
ing who you are, and the woe and desola.
ton amongst the male hearts when they
hear that you are married are something
fearful | am besieged for introductions.
Don't think me rude, but your dress Is
perfect And then the diamonds. have
made vow not to marry any one who can
not provide me with diamonds like yours"
laughing as she speaks; and | smile
little sadly, for the flashing jewels cannot
make me happy.
Then look up and meet pair OF dark
eyes that seem to recognise, and hear
voice that is familiar to me; and then
George In laughing tones says
"Mrs. Carstairs, allow me TO introduce
you to my brother, Captain Dclacourt."
81 think you have forgotten me-" he re.
marks in the low melodious voice / have
heard once before, and looking up into his
face, the whole scene comes back again,
and see it all--the tossing white-crested
sea, the wind and rain, and the sun break.
ing through, and on the shining waves my
sailor-hat dancing up and down.
81 remember you now" and George
opens her eyes.
81 did not know you had met Give be.
fore, she eSclaims.
~ did not know IL myself" | answer,
and know now whose face resembles hers.
The dark eyes aud long curling lashes are
the same and wonder did not remem.
Der and see the likeness before. "ue once
risked his life TO save my hat" i eX.
plain laughing at the recollection OF the
scene ''Captain Delacourt, do you remem.
Der how you came TO the rescue and 'wad.
ed in""
81 have not forgotten" he says,
George goes of. and | am standing be.
tween her two brothers. At the far end
of the room see Humphrey, and can feel
that his eyes follow my every motion |
smile over at him as my eyes turn 10 Chris
Delacourt.
"Iou promised me another dance, Mrs.
Carstairs," he i saying, aud scratches his
name on my programme, and then leaves
me with his brother.
"Shall we walk about till the dance be-
ginsE" says Captain Delacourt.
at is all the same to me whether ! walk,
or sit, or stand; am determined to en-.
JOY myself.
"Fancy meeting you again !" | say, as we
sauntcr toward the conservatory, which
looks dim and cool, and breuthes Of all
that Is sweet and fragrant.
81 knew you directly" he whispers; and
you had forgotten me-"
'Indeed | had noti" | exclaim with
more truth than wisdom. 81 have often
thought of you since"
"fou did not know me tonight Ia
persists. was watching you dance with
Chris, and | made George introduce me
and, when you looked on me there was
anything but recognition in your eyes"
81 was trying to remember who YOU
were" 60 on, ignorant of ballroom fenc.
ing, and looking up with contrite innocent
eyes into his manly face.
we are sitting in the shadowy conserv.
atory, which is like fairy land, with its
shaded lamps; ana there are only the MUIR
muir Of tiny fountain, and the low sub
dued voice OF man who has evidently
something of Importance TO communi.
cate to girl In a white dress sitting be.
SIDE him. Captain Delacourt looks over
at them.
"Poor beggar" he says. 81 know him
ana he Is perfectly mad about that girl,
who does NOT care ono straw far hi,,, sho