The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-05-15

| seemed 10 Dc HeTNihg himself w tcil ncr
all that was on his mind.
~ think you are most unkind TO me ~
Florence answered warmly, with difficulty
keeping back her tears. "iou say things
you cannot know, and you can only wish
10 pain me-"
"Indeed do not mean that. But look up
Miss Worthington, and tell me, On your
honor, that what have said to you Is un-
true. | will believe you--nay, more, will
retract every word, and ask you to forgive
me. | cannot say more, can ly'
But Miss Worthngton, il she had many
failings, had at least one virtue prc-emi-
nently-she was truth itself. She was 81.
lent.
"Thcre you see am right" her torment.
or persisted.
81 do not care what you say or think"
she answered at last, 81 love them all !;
my new home is really home to me. You
do not know how grieved shall be to leave
il, if must-how much care for all-at
least, all but -"
"Mey Well, you are truthful now, Miss
Worthington, | do believe, or nearly so.-
You have begun to like your new home,
your uncle and aunt, Maud and Ethel
You like all but your humble seryant-and
| you have little love for me, | can see. You
need not tell me that" She was right; he
| did like to torment her. He was hurting
| her cruelty now, much more than he
| thought. "But then, you see, l have no
claim upon you like the rest; | am not
| really your cousin-you have told me so so
| many times, and have so utterly repudia.
| ted any kind Of relationship between us
| that there can be none, Of course. Well,
there only remains for me, Florence, to try
to earn little regard for myself alone rs
time goes Onto try to merit your esteem,
il you will grant me nothing ese--and that
must be but cold friendship, fear
He had gone little farther than he
mcant-Florcnce was in tears. Her hand
was suddenly drawn from his armand she
stroyc to join the others; but her walking
powers did not equal thers--they were al
most out of sight
"Forgive me, Florence: have pressed
you too hard" he pleaded gently, trying
again to make her take his arm; "but /
really wished to know exactly the ground
we all stand on with you. You have pain
ed me not little many times, must con.
fcss, and perhaps l have now retaliated
too hardly. Can you forgive mef"
He pleaded, but Florence was hopeless
ly offended, hopclessy hurt; her happy
day was turned into something the very
reverse. Her feelings were quite incOm-
prehensible to her. Could they have been
clearly analysed, she might have known
that she had begun to like her cousin, but
wished him on no account to imagine this,
while cyacting the return of friendship
be could in no way recognize
"You will not say word, Florcnce!-
How wrong must have bccn"' But she
was still silent, as well as little tired
oYou are too fatigued. Let us drive the
rest Of the way her cousin proposed
But she would not be conquered by
walk.
III am not at all tired" she answered |
coldly. And they plodded on in silence.
"Only angry them"
eyes, am angry" she tried to answer |
Indignantly, but her voice was broken.
Gwen, am really sorry, Florence, You
must try and forgive me-"
81 can never forgive you, Mr.. CARING
ton-never! You have said things to me
that shall never forget nor forgive. You
are the only one who tries to spoil all my
pleasure"
81 had no idea what culprit l was"
he answered grayely.
They walked on In utter silence, Miss |
Worthington tortured as she had never
been before, Philip Carrngton's conscience
little hurt; but to him there was hidden
sweetness in the hurt. He had discovered |
his power to pain his cousin; and, had she
cared nothing for him---as she tried TO
make him believc-she would have laughed
at all his accusations Instead, she had
only betrayed the depth OF her diSpleasure;
and Philip Darlington felt more victor than
He was man who would always thor
Dughly understand every inch of the
ground he occupied or intended to tray.
ersc and he had been q little uncertain
regarding the relative positions Of himself
md Miss Worthington. But she had that
day broken the ice herself, and felt strange
citation as to all that she had said to him.
lie valued her reproaches at exactly what
they were worth. Nevertheless, man.like,
he was grieved when he saw he had thor.
oughly succeeded in paining her. She
might place her little foot upon his neck,
snOulu she CnOOSe W 10 so, Dut she must |
once acknowledge his equality with her.
self. 1t was only that day he had been
yainly wishing to himself that she had new
er broken in on their quiet homc-circle;
now he was inwardly blessing the day she
had come. The prize lie had dared to coy.
ct he now felt sure In time would be his
own. She might torment him as TO the
ways and means Of obtaining it; but in the
end she would be his.
Miss Worthington walked straight from
the hall-door 70 her own ROOM the girls
fingered for "a few moments below, and
then followed her. When Florence raised
her veil Maud's quick eyes discovered that
she had been crying. Ethel was too full
Of her own walk, and said that John Hast
ings and herself had been quarreling.
"le Is SO proyokingw she declarcd-
lie persists in always wishing Cambridge
to win the boat-race. And he has not for.
gotten my Oxford blue bonnet of last year,
which he said was hideous," she said laugh.
ing "Seyertheless told him that have
kept it religiously for the next race. have
not really; but | will have another made
of exactly the same color"
"What nonsense Ethelw her sister said,
"As if you cared straw which WOMB
"But do care Maud And John de.
cidcs for Cambridge only out of pure per-
yersity--and do believe to tease me. Now
stand up for oxford, because Philip was
there. 80 I nj least have reusnn IN ,nv sido |