The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-01-16
THE DAILY CAIRO SUNDAY MORNING JANUARY 49,

you 10 remain at home y and with
those plain words the gentleman opens
the doorand leaves his wife alone.
Rose, whose former anger has scarce
" entirely evaporated. crosses the
room with one long stride, and gives
the bcll-rope a quick, yengeful Jerk.
"IIe thinks, by his reproaches, he
can Brighten me into pleasing him and
staying here" she says, TO herself,
with short, mirthless laugh, and a
defiant fash Of her angry eyes, "but
he shall soon see how very much mis-
taken he is. | might have stayed at
home il he had acted less coldly, but
when he assumes that freezing look,
and that stern, unapproachable air, l'd
do anything rather than please him.
missed the Danferth dinner party
and musicale, partly because Herbert
had slight cold, partly because
Frank declared il would be possibly
wrong to leave him, and now Pm not
going to sacrifice the Danierth ball
and reception for the same foolish rea-
son, can go with the Claverings;
thank goodness I'm not dependent on
Frank TO take me tonight. MARI"
continued Mrs. haywood, as Mary
makes her re-appearance in answer TO
her mistress ring, "Mary, lay out my
jewels, and get me dressed rs soon as
you can, for Miss Claycring and her
brother may be here at any minute
now"
IN half an hour Rosiland haywood,
looking positively radicnt in the trail
ing amber satin, is whirled away in
the Claycring cquipage, towards the
handsome, Illuminated Danterthman-
sion, where music, mirth and excite
monl reign supreme.
Mrs. Danterth, n stately lady of five
and forty, grccts the Clayering party
with quite a show Of eilusion, and
presently Rose is introduced to the
countess, whom she finds to be very
formal, very chilling, very uncongen-
ial parsonage indeed. The English
ambassador takes Mrs haywood to
supper, and converses on subjects so
far above poor Roses rather meager
intellect, that she begins to repent
coming, and wish she had stayed away
from this aristocratic assemblage.
As the night grows so does Roses
regret; she becomes thoroughly tired
Of the dancing, though she has had but
two waltzes and a quadrille; she con-
triycs to escape from the little group
Of laxative admirers that surround
her, and screens herself in the deep re-
cess Ola French window, feeling quite
weary and miserable.
Franks displeascd face haunts her,
his grave, rcproachlul voice still
sounds in her ears; she loves him, in
her own capricious, impulsve way,
and she cannot forget how defiant and
hcWtIcss has been her conduct to him:
she thinks Of her baby, whom she has
left sick at home-she had not wanted
to believe ii, she told herself Frank
was foolish aud fancitul, and the child
was not i'll, but now the truth will in
trude itself and she knows how true
were his words.
Oh! if she were only home again,
away from all this noise and merri-
mcnt and grandeur; what are they all
in comparison to her own passionate
love, her generous, noble husband, the
little innocent child whom she has so
cruelty neglected. The loud crashing
sound of the brass band makes her
head burn and ache, the heavy fra
GRANGE Of the flowers decorating the
vast parlors sicken her, the incesAnt
talking, the gay laughter, the life
around her, almost maddcns her, and |
she feels like throwing all reserve |
ASIDE and bursting into a paroxysm OF |
tears, and escaping from the merry, |
careless crowd.
Madgc Clavering, looking eagerly |
around in search OF her friend, espies !
her, half-concealed by the flowing
draperies Of pale violet velvet and fine
lace, and, hurrying forward, she lays
one white, patrician, ring laden hand, |
lightly upon Rosiland's arm, and rous-
es her from her wretched reyerie.
"What is it? You don't seem as if
you enjoyed the reception. DO you
want togo home, dear?"
Rose raises her brooding eyes, and
Madgc sees her face is quite pale and
tcar-,taincd
ooh, Madgc, want to 90 home to
my husband and my baby. | left
Herbert i'll at home, and came here
against Franks wishes, and | fear
Oh, Madge, fear he may be worse.
VIII you allow your coachman to
lrivo me home now, then he can re-
urn for you and Harry"
"CcrlainIy, my poor little Rose"
says Miss CIayering, promptly, stoop-
ne down to kiss Roses upturned face.
And I'll 90 home, too. Don't worry,
lear; perhaps Herbert is better, in
iead Of worse, Harry declares he is
)orcd, and | have a horrid headache;
he heat and crowd are mtolerabIe.
Mrs. DanicrLh shows poor manage
ncnt in oycr-crowding her rooms.
Are you ready to 90 now, Rosc?"
son, yeI' Mrs. haywood replies,
agcrIy, "I'll put on my wraps at
ncc.N
every well I'll tell Harry, then we
an 60 TO the drcssing-room together"
mt Madge moves away to speak to
cr brother.
The carriage is driven around to the {