The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-12-03

IRON DoHpiNH WV u"ih, S'"''"'''fo
lashes.
"If could only make her look at me
in that wayr' Harry wishes.
There comes the crash OF music an
nouncng the beginning OF another
waltz,
"Miss lie Verrier, may have the
pleasure of this watzP' Harry says this
tremendously.
Carmelite looks up as II to refuse.
But she meets such an earnest pleading
look in his hazel eyes, that she rises
with smile.
"Ah, it is delightful to dance with
YOU again" he says, us they glide away
to the soft melancholy strains OF the
.'Ben Aime,n lie looks down and
adds, in an even lower tone, 81 have
been looking forward TO this pleasure
all summer Then, after little
pause he almost whispers, 81 cannot
tell you how much have longed to see
you
"You are in good practice, Mr..
Keith" she says. Have you been
making pretty speeches ever since We
parted?'
81 wish you would not treat what |
say to YOU so lightly" he responds, al
most angrily. lis it because you do
not believe have thought of you-o
that you simply don't care to hear itP'
whichever is most agreeable TO
your vanity" she answers smiling.
Wien the waltz is over Harry estab-
fishes himself by her side, near Ma
dame LIE Verrier, and vainly imagines
he is going to have "cozy chat with
her.
But at this moment Mr. Delisle came
"MsS LIE Vcrrer Dcnevo, =. ~-,--l
TO promenade with me now" aud she
rises and goes away with him.
Thus bereft, Harry rushes Desperate
Iy off to the German. He finds Miss
Barrel still discngaged. She hesita'es;
she chad not meant 10 dance tonight"
she says; she chad had a headache;h
but she does dance, after all. Aud she
dances we'll, too, but differently from
Calmel'c, There is more-what shall
we sayP-more nerve, more abandon,
more life in her style, than in Carme-
lite's.
"0h, am half deadr' Louise pants,
sinking into her chair, and closing her
eyes, when the waltz is over.
"You do not look as il you were
very near dissolution" Harry saws,
laughing, and tanning her vigorously.
Just then his eyes fall upon Carmelite,
who has paused in her promenade on
the piazza. and is looking through the
ball room window at the dancers She
stands there, cool, fair, tranquil as u
dewy, starit night. There is a slight
ly Disguised expression on Harry face
as she vanished from the window, and
he turns to watch Louise, who has been
snatched from her chair again, and is
whirling round now with young Leary,
millionaire, and great catch; but
nevertheless stupid, heavy lout, who
does not even dance like gentleman.
|. is nearly week since Harry
Keiths arrival. Mrs. Sutherland sits in
her dear little nest of Sitting-room,
meditating deeply.
"What is it, Susy?' asks her hus-
band, Major Sutherland.
81 am thinking about Harry Keith"
she answers seriously; land what q
goose he is
Eyes; he clearly doesn't know his
own mind. Irather think he prefers
Louise, in the evening, as partner for
the German; but that in the morning
his favorite is my pet. Did you notice
how asenive he was to Carmelite at
the nic-nic?h
Eyes. | notiond" Gays tho major
rather cool "But was she TO himP |
imagine Delisle has the inside track
there
"You don't know anything about it,"
Mrs Sutherland says emphatically. ale
does not care in the least for Louise;
but she is an artful little wretch, and
when girl regularly throws herself at
mans head"
Nov, now, my dearN' the major in
terrupts. THAT is too severe. Miss
Louise is frank. warm-hearted impul-
sive little soul-just the least bit given
TO Irritation, perhaps. "
Mrs. Sutherland smiles,
"Well, really continues the major,
"you can't blame Keith for preferring
girl who so evidently likes his atten-
tons, to one who, apparently, doesn't
care snap for him."
"As for Carmelite's Indifference"
says the wife, IL am not so sure"
The major is nearer the truth than his
wife.
Harry had come back to the Springs,
hoping to win Carmelite. But her
GOODNESS on the one hand, and the fas-
cinations of Louise on the other, had
drawn him more and more to the side
of the latter
In one thing, however, Mrs. Suther-
land was correct.
Calmelite's Indifference was more as
sumed than real. She had never ack-
nowledged to herself that she had
hoped to see Harry again this summer;
but when he did appear, and joined
Louise first, somehow she felt hurt; for
she did not know, as the reader does,
that Louise had summoned him to her
side,