The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-12-18

splendidly last nighti carry it through to
the end. You 1ooro bravel i did so adj
mire you and wish that he had been there
TO see you"
"Hush," said Lucy, earnestly.
"By the bye" continued Mrs. Mostyn.
'what about that odd old gentleman Of
yours2 He will be in the train, perhaps.
/ hope he will. He would amuse you"
"poor man, said Lucy, sympathetically.
Talking about being unhappy, Mrs.
Mostyn exclaimed, snow, l do consider
he has had bad life of it. Losing the
girl he was engaged to in that way-and
she so youngw
~ begin to think his life a very happy
one" said Lucy bitterly. "He has been
able to love her, and believe in her for ff-
ty years"
"There is the chemists wifel Put on q
smile, Lucy; be quick"
"Oh dear, Lettice, you worry me! Why
should l smile because chemists wife is
thereY'
people of that kind gossip far more
than we do, and know far more about us
than we imagine. Stop, here is the train
Give a look, as ii passes, for your old gen
tleman-but I suppose he would be at the
window"
No one was looking out The train was
mot crowded, and as it passed Lucy as
certained that her fellow-traveler of
three months before was not there now.
She had no time to be disappointed; her
sister hurried her into an empty car
riage gave five shillings to the guard to
keep it so, and was just going away when
she suddenly remembered something and
ran back to the window by which Lucy
was sitting
"Lucy! Lucy" cried she, II all but for
got to give you this letter, It came last
night, and must have been mislaid in the
scrimmage. 1t is from Aunt Esther
What a thick one it is! but there is no
time for me TO hear anything she says
Kiss the blessed old lady for me. Good
bye" and hardly had she said the words
when the train started.
Poor Aunt Esther's letter dropped from
Lucy's impassive hand She was going to
be so wise and so sensible, and to do her
best to root out Robert MeIivale from her
heart when once she was back in London,
but for this one day, when once more go
ing over the very ground which she had
haversed exactly three months before,
when she believed lherse& the happiest
girl in the world, she must think little
and in a few minutes more, too, she
would pass Sir Richard Merivale's house.
She knew that Robert Merivale was not
there, and yet could not dismiss the idea
that somewhere in garden or meadow she
might catch one last glimpse of him. She
passed Foxtown. Its smooth, squared
stones shone grey in the autumn sun
shine, gay flower beds spotted the closely
shaven green lawn, orderly shrubs ranged
themselves protectingly around, and by
whizzed the iron engine which was bear
ing her along the straight lines of its
road, while lines as hard, and forces as
strong parted her from him she loved.
He was unworthy of her love! She in
terrupted herself by this thought; but
still he had been so charming and lovable
for three months that it was difficult to
believe that the note written in few
minutes was the one by which his charac-
ter was to be judged, rather than his be-
havior during all that time This is fol-
ly," cried poor Lucy. / must not allow
myself much time for thinking if this is
what it comes to. When | go home shall
set to work hard l will study and i'm
prove myself in the mornings, and in the
afternoons / will try to be of some use to
my fellow creatures. Oh! | shall soon
get this nonsense out Of my head" And
then she had "a cry" and then she open
ed Aunt Esther's letter,