The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-01-16

petuously from her, and turns quickly
and faces her husband, her whole man
ner full of recklessness and defiance.
II tell you | shall goI You may re-
main at home If you choose, but
shall not martyr and disappoint my
self for any ridiculous within OF yours"
| And Mrs. haywood gives an angry
stamp OF her slippered foot, rs if to
strengthen and emphasize her declara-
ton.
| Frank, scarcely seeming to notice
his wite's show of temper, turns calm
ly towards the maid who is busiy ar
raging the lace trimmings Of her mis-
tress ball dress.
'Leave the room, Mary" he COM
mands, in that quiet, firm voice of his
that makes even hayward, capricious
Rose inwardly tremble, "and don't re-
turn until Mrs. haywood rings for
you"
So, with bowed head and meek air,
Mary obediently departs; then Fran
CHS haywood addresses his young
wife:
'Rosiland, fond Of excitement and
gaiety MS | know you to be, | cannot
bring myself to believe you are 50
thoroughly selfish, so utterly heartlcss
as to really wish to leave your little
helpless child sick at home, to the
mercy of careless servants, while you
enjoy yourself in a ballroom"
"Who says the servants are careless?
Old Jane is the most devoted of nurses
and as to leaving my sick chiId-that's
all folly! | don't believe he's sick,
and"
you won't believe ii, you meant"
interrupts Frank, scornfully and sar-
castically.
81 say | don't believe itw flashes
Rose, passionatcly. "lIerbert is cross,
all babies are at his age-the teeth
trouble them-thats the illness you
represent to Inc rs SO alarming. The
truth OF it all is, she runs ON, becom-
ing angricr and more excited every in-
slant, "you don't care for enjoyment
and dol frankly confess it--you'd
rather stay quietly at home than 90 to
this affair Tonight; you would like
to prevent me going, too, and the
baby serves as an excellent excuse and
reason for desiring me TO stop away
from Mrs. Danferth's ball and reccp-
ton; but have no intention OF OBJ
liging you in this particular, | say
I'll not disappoint Madge Clayering
when she calls this evening. ] shall
90 to Mrs. Danferth's whether you ac-
company me or not, and enjoy myself
all the same.
Francis haywood gazes at the de-
tiant woman before him, with grave,
displeased eyes. 1t is not the first
time since his marriage that his young
wife has so unnecessarily displayed
her quick, uncgrbel temper, and used
her sharp little tongue in hot, uncall-
editor words; but just now he is
shocked at her apparent want of
motherly affection and soicitudc for
their child; and in that hour Mr..
haywood fervently wishes he had
never visited the Long Island village
and fallen in love with and married tho
village bakers pretty, dark-eyed
daughter.
For Mrs. Francis haywood, veal
thy, courted, fashionable though she
may be now, had been, a year aud
half since, no greater parsonage than
Miss Rosiland Heath, the jolly, red
faced, rough bakers daughter but
very handsome and graceful, and al
though different from her undignifiCd |
good -humored, easy-going parents.
Miss Rosiland Heath was no favor
ite in her native village; the gossips |
called her "proud' and "stuck-up% |
she held herself entirely aloof from |
the villagers and their Ty-makings, |
and scarcely noticed the love- lurn |
young farmers who languished fora
smile OF a kind word from her; but |
when Francis haywood, aristocratic |
and wealthy, came begging for her |
heart, all her pride and GOODNESS melt |
oil, in the intensity Of her warm, inn
pulsive, girlish love.
Mr.. haywood was all anxiety for
their wedding, and so one blazing Au-
gust day, RoSland Heath was made
Rosiland haywood in the little church
of the village, and in the cool of the
evening she kissed the honest baker
and his thrifty wife, and babe fare
well to the dull little town in which
she had reigncd proud young queen.
Before Frank had been married
many weeks, he noticed how fond Of
gaiety and admiration and dress she
was; at first he thought it quite nat
ural, for Rose was very young and un-
accustomed to the glandcur and pleas
ure of her new life; but as time ran ON
he saw how much fonder she seemed
of looking pretty and dressing well
than Of her husbands comfort.
For some time after the baby came
Rosiland grew Indifferent to every
other joy; she was the most devoted
and idollzing Of mothers; then by de-
grees, the novelty Of the sweet baby
face died away and Rose was the cav,
pleasure-loying Rose Of formerly,
signing for the glamor and excitement
of the ballroom, caring little ornoth-
ing for the peaceful quiet Of houe
life.
AS she stands there now in the loose
flowing robe of white cashmere, the
hot flush slowly fading from her dark,
piquant face, the angry light dying |
from her black eyes, she forms nret-