The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-06-05
CHAPTER XII.

Brighton was beginning to ill for the
short Easter season. The lines OF carriages
were becoming less attenuated on the
Kings Road. The spring sunshine was
giving brightness to the changing sea, and
winter chilline@ was turning into spring
freshness.
Lady Raven, who in tact and msneu.
wiring was unapproachable, suddenly dis.
covered that her strength failed her little,
that her system required bracing after her
long sojourn In the enervating climate of
Nice, and that she must be "set up" for
the summer season In town. She also be-
lieyed the best way to breal@ the link be-
tween her niece and tho last six months
was TO leave London behind them for q
while. All might then begin afrcsh. Be-
sides Miss Worthington had lately lost her
roses. There was n ianguor and restless
ness and an apathy about her which her
aunt began TO read Alright.
Lady Raven refrained from asking any
question: about her niece's late life; she
guessed much, but she preferred to remain
partly In doubt. Moreover, she constantly
praised the Carrlngton's for their goodness
fn all ways, the girls especially for their
sweetness and refinement. She even vol
untcered the suggestion that at future
time their warm friendship might be re-
newed with advantage TO both sides. In
this way she felt that she could soothe any
lingering regret or soreness In Florence's
heart, and stife feelings so often reused
and irritated by unconcealed objection or
dislike; but she lost few chances Of point
Ing out the difference which must always
exist between their sphere and her own,
while she carefully respected Florence's
utter silence She noticed her flushing face
when the post, though II was rarely,
brought her news from her cousins-her
glistening eager eyes while she read IL; she
noted also her fading color when she asked
II there was letter for her and was told
there was none.
Lady Raven took ways and means-jus-
tifable In her own eyes, doubtless, for her
conscience WAS elastic-of finding out that
the letters came from the Misses CARING
ton, and that they were harmless in their
contents; better still, they were rare in
coming. With that she was content.
Florence herself began to think that the
past six months must have been dream.
She had lost much Of the brightness which
had dawned upon her, and An Its place
seemed to have gathered all her old haugh-
tiness, with more apathy; this, however,
was not displeasing TO her aunt, especially
as she found her niece wonderfully docile,
and apparently anxious In oil ways to fall
In with her views and plans. Florence
WAS miserable enough; but her unnhappi.
ness was half hidden under mask of pride
and apathy. The days as they passed were
not unpleasant 10 her. She tasted little
Of her old life, and found the taste not bit
glowing sunlight she had before so pleas.
antly reyelled In.
Lady Raven and Miss Worthington were
occupying Lord Ravens house ut Brigh.
ton--which he often allowed his mother to
do when she was 30 inclined---and her Ia.
dyship's baroucho was hired for the season.
But 1t rolled along the parade none the
less easily; and Florence, reclining haugh.
tily beside her aunt, with the fresh sea-
breeze tanning her face, was not little
pleased ut the notice her relatives equip.
sgs or her own beauty Attracted.
The Countess Of Ravens plans were all
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come. Brighton was getting rather full,
and her lsdyship found friends enough TO
make the evenings pass pleasantly; and
even 20 far she found not little compen-
sation for her trouble In the admiration
that Florence's beauty excited and the at
traction she felt her to be amongst her &C
quaintsncea.
Miss worthington did not succeed very
well In putting from her the last day at
Fulham; but she underworld TO forget the
TACT that she herself had forged q link be.
tween herself aud Philip which could not
nonorsoiy Do broken on either side. She
tnought OF the past only with dull aching
pain and she believed also that hot ycc9
her life and his there must remain Tho bar.
rier OF caste, and that only submission 70
her ate, ~ she chose TO call It, was left to
her. Wv
One afternoon In March, a. Lady Ravens
carriage stopped before her house, horse.
man rode up quickly, and was welcomed
BY Lady Raven With considerable eager.
ness His voice brought back > rush Of old
painful memories 70 Florence and turning
round suddenly, her eyes fell upon Lord
Hartourt. iIs was o6 his horse In mo-
meht, and 1t her side. Her hand In any
sort Of greeting she would have withheld
but, 10 he aided her 10 allght, che WIS per.
force obliged to touch bic arm. She took