The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-03

ly, but because | saw and loved the only
woman who could I'LL the place OF my wife
Darling, can't you understand that ! love
your"
His voice is very earnest; but ] cannot
forgive him for stealing me from the dear
home nest.
~ don't know what you can see in me-"
! remark, looking down at Il sprig Of hea.
Their | am slowly pulling TO pieces.
"Shall | tell your" Humphrey says, III
see "A lassie's wilful face, sweet and dim
pied She IL a very nut-brown maid; for
her hair is brown, and her skin is brown.
She has proud sweet mouth, which can
smile when my lady wills; her color comes
and goes and see long silky lashcs lying
on her cheeks. She will lift them present
ly and look at me with her violet eyes,
soft, merry, defiant often, cross and sad
sometimes; but the look that long for has
never come into them yet"
"And it never will" ! say, lifting the
eyes in question, and looking straight for
one second into his. 81 wish | was not
pretty, Humphrey. But why did You not
marry Lenay She is much better-looking
than ] am"
Lena has a dolls face, with no life in
It. There is more life and fire in one look
of yours than Lena could call up in a
| year."
lay both hands upon his shoulder sud
denly.
"Humphrey, will try to be good wife
to your
A very strange look comes into my hus-
| bands face at my last remark. The
| thoughts of both of us fly back to the mar.
| riage service.
| glove, honor, and obey" he says, hall
| grave, half smiling. "Madgie, how did
| those proud truthful lips bring themselves
| to say those wordrT'
sIIumphrcy, did not quite say IL.
| said to myself, IF IL be possible, will
love, honor, and obey;' and"--looking up
into his face-"I do not think there Is any
harm in that"
"If il be possible" he repeats
"What do you think yourself, little wie?'
But am one of those who, when great.
ly moved. laugh the feeling off; so | AN
swer with saucy smile
"Possib<e, but improbable"
"Come," Humphrey says, rising to his
feet at last, and holding out his hand to
pull me up. at is six o'clock, Madgie,
and feel inclined for dinner-don't your
"They will be just going to tea at home,
answer, disdaining to take his hand, and
raising myself from the heather, to stand
slight and straight by my tall angular hus,
band. | reach to within three inches OF
his shoulder-and am not short, but about
the medium height.
| "Doyou wish you were going to tea too!''
he asks collecting his sketch-book and pen
ellis.
"Oh, don't mindn' is my untruthfu
answer.
| For my thoughts are flying to the busy
| crowded tea-table at home; ] see the bright
| familiar faces around, and hear the noise
| and laughter. The very discomforts seem
| positive happiness. ! am sick and weary
of being petted and made much of. Hon
| estly, have never cared for compliments
| or for mems society, and look upon it as
positive misfortune that / should have
been blessed-cursed, think in the bitter
ness of my heart--with pretty face.
Its beauty never troubled me much at
home. Amongst my brothers and sisters,
it did not much signify that ] was the
| flower of the flock. ! never gave heed tC
the fact that my eyes were of u deeper blue
and my eyelashes longer than those of the
others, and that my features were the best
in the family. All these good things con
cerned me little, till Humphrey Carstair
fell in love with me after three weeks &C
quaintance.
One day my father and mother told m,
he wanted tofmnrry rue; and, although my
heart was reSdy to break, gave in. Not
one soul at home knew or dreamed of the
| wrench to my heart-strings when, pale and
cold, | smiled beneath the wreath Of or
ange-bossoms; and never shed one tear
when kissed them all and said goodbye,
but went away of my own free will.
Now, every day, every hour, j literally
yearn and pine for one day even of the old
home-life, the busy happy life, where, il
we were poor, we never felt the poverty
because of the love that smoothed away
the difficulties. ! long for the sound of
the clear young voices, and yearn to be
amongst my merry happy brothers and sis
tiers; above all, long for my second self,
my favorite sister Bee, the hoyden and
romp at home-dear, wild, impctuous Bee
oh for the sound of her ringing laugh,
the sight of her madcap face. 1t is no
good wishing; | can never, never be the
same again. | have dropped out Of the
old life and begun new existence, and
am miserable, absolutely miserable.
Humphrey cannot make up for all have
lost. His society gives me no pleasure.
wish that he did not care for me so much,
or, still better, that he would not expect
me to care for him. 1t is quite an impos.
sibility for me to give him the whole of my
affection, tits easy to understand a great
and absorbing love for ones own family
but all at once to transfer ones whole af
lection to man, and he comparative
stranger seems incredible. Romantic lit
erature was tabooed in our house; so that
excepting an occasional yellow-backed nov
Ell struggled in by Jack and slowed away
like contraband goods, the love passage,
Chat adorn the literature of the day are I'm
known to me.
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CHAPTER III.