The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-09-04

George, who has risen pale and defiant, to
confront him.
He just touches the reluctant hand held
out in chilly greeting George looks down.
l think she can hardly trust those dark eyes
Of hers to-day TO meet his and not reveal
some Of the misery Of her heart.
Sir Jasper turned back TO me.
"Your husband asked me TO call, as he
cannot be home till late, and he was afraid
you might be anxious. Chris met an old
friend, who asked him TO dine with him at
the hotel; and he persuaded Carstairs to
stay too. But they were to come home
early and think have given my mes
sage very correctly"
"Thsnk you; it was very kind Of you to
CALL" say. "You are not going already,
Georgie!" For she has risen, and now
stands beside me.
dyes; cannot keep the horse standing
in the wet" she says hastily.
Sir Jasper looks at her, pulls his nous.
tache, and speaks.
Miss Delacourt, you are not going to ride
home in this rsin!"
eyes, l am" she answers, not looking
at him, but coloring a little under his
gaze.
any trap is at the door; will you allow
me to drive you homer he says, in quite
q humble voice for him. alt is raining
very heavily; you will get drenched."
81 do not mind wetting," she answers
right quickly.
"Georgie, if you wait a moment will
order the carriage" say. "Peter will
drive you home in the brougham."
George laughs laugh that is a failure.
"Nonsense, Madgie; Sultan will carry
me home in q quarter OF an hour. Good
bye dear and come and see me soon."
A sudden torrent of rain dashes against
the windows, and Sir Jasper exclaims-
"Miss Delacourt, you are mad to ven-
ture out in this You may bring an i'll
ness on yourself"
sand, if do, what then" she answers
lightly.
A half stern but wholly sorrowful ex-
preston comes into his eyes.
Gam | so great an enemy that you will
not spend fifteen minutes in my society"
he asks in a low voice, looking into the
girls pale face, which twitches suddenly
AZ If with pain before the passionate words
come.
Mou have spoken the truth, Sir Jasper
Vsne. And you know would sooner die
than receive even SO small favor at your
handsw
And then she passes out Of the room,
and we follow In silence.
Sir Jasper goes down the steps barehead-
ed in the rain, puts her on her horse, and
then says something as he looks up for
second into her face. In another moment
she Is cantering down the avenue in the
wind and rain, and Sir Jasper comes apthe
steps again.
"Good-bye, Mrs. Carstairs. l must get
home My poor horse looks like drowned
rat"
ooh, do stay Tor moment and take
glass Of sherry or something's say, avoid
ing looking at his stern set face.
But he declines all refreshment, says
"Good-bye" hastily, and drives away look
ing savage and grim. And feel sure that
for all his assumed indifference, he cares
for George Delacourt still.
BY virtue of the wedding ring on my fn-
ger, fall TO matchmaking, and have so
far built my castles in the air that have
reached the spot where through my nstru-
mentality George and Sir Jasper arc re-
conciled, when 1t suddenly occurs to me
that IL is against all my expressed princi-
Piles TO advocate matrmony as the end ana
aim Of human happiness Circumstances
alter cases for all that, and so 20 on erect.
ing my airy fabric Of imagination, till the
advent Of Bernard with the candles an
nounces the near approach of the dinner
hour.
'rhe master is dining out, Bernard"
say.
The prospect Of dining alone is rathe
dreary; but | 90 up stairs and dress a
usual, and wish Bee was here. How cheer
full we should be together this evening!
am afraid Humphreys absence would hard
ly be noticed il | had bright merry Be
10 keep me company. 1t is dreary wor
sitting at the head Of the long table in tn
dim shadowy dining-room, and my hui
bands vacant place looks very dismal
Outside can hear the rain splashing an
the wind coming in gusts. In spite Of my
self ] feel lonely, and my appetite has d.
serted me; for who cares TO prolong dir
ner and dawdle over dessert II one is al
alonei
In an Incredibly short space of time | an
back in the drawing.room, in the warmth
and the freight, wondering how am Il
get through the evening. A long letter
to home occupies an hour; and then fol
the first time find myself listening for
my husbands step, waiting to catch the
first sound Of his voice. And, when at
last he comes, | smile up gladly into his
face and say
"Humphrey, | am SO glad you have come
home"
Christmas Is over--ths first Christmas I
nave spent from homeland | am glad that
u Is past and gone; and the new year, on
iytwo weeks old as yet, Is passing on its
way, beginning Its infancy with tempest
OF rain that lasts day after day. But can
bear bad weather--anything, In fact-with
equanimity, for Lena and Bee are coming
next week, and am counting the very
days and hours now.
have chosen two Of the prettiest and
brightest bed.rooms,an with Mrs. Stcels,s
help, they are made pictures Of luxuyious
comfort, with lace and ribbons, and Soma
Of Humphreys pictures on the dark walls
The beds are got up In the white and pinI
common TO the dainty bedrooms provided
by novelists for the reception Of their he,
roines. In darling Bees room have placed
swriting table well stocked with paper
pens, and ink; and At one end Of the room
stands q bookcase into which I have pu
every book can find, for, II Dee write