The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-10-09

'buNb iAhu1 'i"i'NDb ! H"No OlOuSnb HO
tmusic."
/ "Amongst ClarPs music surely we shall
find something that you sing" she urges
sweetly; aud give In with good grace.
The search amongst Miss Grantley's mu-
sic results in the discovery OF "Auld Robin
Gray"
81 sing this" say hesitatngly, remem-
bering what Humphrey once said about
this very song.
.Oh, please, yes 1t is special fayorite
of mine. Now, Mrs. Carstairs, Will have
no other song"
30 sing the sweetest, saddest story OF
human love that ever was written; ana
when it Is over 60 and sit with my nus
band, and say in low voice
"Lady Grantley asked for that song,
Humphrey"
He looks down at me gloomily
al know very well why you sung 1t. DO
not look distressed MadGe. A fact Is not
more painful put to music than made
known to one in any other way"
say no more, for hear Bees rich voice
beginning "Nlary Hamilton"
There is hush In the room as the sweet
sad notes rise and fall and the song ear
ries me back TO the old days.
"Too late forthc balm when the heart is broke,
MARY HAMILTON"
1t is not only the song that makes my
eyes wet.
Sunday evening, and a great stiffness
over land and sea. We have been twice
to church in the glazing scorching sun
shine. The great red sun seems as if he
will never set tonight. But at last the
| golden glory fades away, and twilight
spreads dim shadowy covering over the
hot weary world.
All the windows are wide open to let in
the cool air. At the farther end OF the
room Lena and Felicia Grant are holding
whispered conversation. Bee is at the
piano, singing hymns. | sit at the open
window, unhappy enough, for all my
goodly position in life, watching a tall fig
ure pacing up and down, backwards and
forwards, with bent head.
Humphrey has been walking to and fro
for, the last quarter Of an hour, and have
been watching him; but never once has he
turned bis head towards the spot where
sit in my white dress in the gloom He
starts when | suddenly appear at his side,
and slip my hand within his arm
"Do You want me, Madsie,' he asks qui.
etly,
At one time how his face would have
| lighted up to have seen me come and JOIN
| him on my own accord
I-I thought You might have wanted
me, Humphrey ! say, in a low pitiful
voice; "but, il you like, | will go away
'If like!' he echoes, in low whisper.
"Stay, my child! We do not see much Of
each other now, DO we?'
lie is speaking almost in his old tone
again, and 1 answer accordingly
ave have been so gay, you see. And,
Humphrey you know you would not come
TO any of the parties"
"Did you wish Inc to come" he asks
| And laugh.
"My wishing would not have done much
| good. You know you stayed to keep Fell
cia Grant company
ayes. Poor Felicia! pity her very
much, Madgle.'
And pity is akin To- No, | will
not say it. But his words hurt me, and
withdraw my hand from his arm, under
pretext Of gathering up my dress The
| dew lies thick on leaves and grass, and il
is slowly and surely soaking through my
| thin skirts.
.You will catch cold,' Humphrey says.
"There is heavy dew falling
81 don't care" answer wiIuily.
sWait. and I will get shawl" he saws.
: going of, and returning in few moments
! with white fancy wrap which he lays
! carefully round my shoulders. sis not
J that better-daring;' There is pause
3 before the last loving word; but he has
said it; and my hand is laid upon hiS arm
again, and his hand closes over it with a
| quick pressure. "And, If don't 30 to
parties" he says, continuing the CONVERSE
uon, "my wife does not often come TO me
now when am painting
"fou don't want me, You have Fell.
cia,' / say, in hard, unloying voice.
"True But Felicia is not you,' he an
swers-a remark that might mean anything
or nothing.
"And am not Felicia" retort, my
checks burning.
Humphrey laughs.
"What do you mean, Madgic? You are
not in good humor tonight"
He is beginning 10 find out my faults;
! and my voice shakes little As | go ON
speaking very fast.
"Humphrey, Mrs. Dclacourt told me
yesterday that friend OF hers wanted a
goyerness, and-and perhaps Felicia would
| like to 20. VIII Won sneak Ia her about