The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-10
CHAPTER Nv.

Rain. pouring rain, is running down the
| windows, and blotting out the view. But
| can think only of the post. 1t Is the
third day since we went to the glen, and
| / have had no letter from home. | am
growing weary of the daily disappont-
ment,
"They have forgotten YOU" Humphrey
says playfully-and then more seriously,
"Come to breakfast, Madgie; your coffee
will be cold"
81 don't care" I answer, not turning
my head from the stand at the window,
where am looking for the first glimpse of
the postman.
Outside everything is looking wretched-
ly dismal in the binding incessant down.
pour, the sea heaying sullen and gray
Two hands are laid upon my shoulders.
$50 10 breakfast, child. will do sem
try and watch for the postman.
Swallowing half a cup Of coffee, dart
back again, as Humphrey says quietly
Wllcre he comes"
In the pouring rain he makes his way,
opens the gate, and comes up to the door.
"Rat-tatw
Oh, the joyful soundl There must be
letter to-day.
81 will 90 and see"--and Humphrey
runs down stairs, and in another moment
comes up again with two letters in his
hand.
"My darling, l am so sorry; there is
none for YOU"
"Noney' / cry looking at him in blank
disappointment. "Iumphrey, l am sure
you are jokingw
He holds out the two letters; they are
both addressed to "Humphrey Carstairs,
Esq"
"Do you think would joke, dear, when
you are SO much In earnestr
turn away with quivering lips
"Something must have happened, or
they would have written"
"Nonsense, Madgie. IT anything had
happened, of course they would have writ
ten at once. Nonews is good news"
| But walk away from him, and stand
looking out of the window, dreadfully un.
happy and very cross. Humphrey cannot
feel what | feel, he cannot understand
what 1t is to be away from everything one
cares for.
| Presently he puts on macintosh to 80
out, and comes up to say something kind
and loving before he leaves the house.
| "Don't fret, little wife. You will lind
II is all right"
off speak shall cry; so let him 60
away, and allow him to take, without re.
turning, the kiss he seems TO expect. lie
looks up smiling as he walks past under
the windows; but no smile comes TO my
| quivering lips.
The servant has come 10 clear away the
breakfast; so 20 into the drawing-roonl
and brush away the few tears that come to
my eyes.
| have married man ! do not care for
TO relieve the home of one out OF the
many who must be clothed and fed and
they do not even seem to appreciate my
sacrifice. Bee might have writtcN. Ir sllo
were to marry, would write to her by
every post. Perhaps she ~ lll--pcrllaps an
accident has happened Such possibilities
are too painful for contemplation but
have nothing TO do, and time lies heavily
on my hands,
In this clearinghouse drawibg-rooln there
" literally nothing to do; and feel ~ II
! were away Oh stupid visit, and count
ing the hours before should he speeding
home again.
Presently get up, decide that the sky
Is clearing, and determine TO 90 for walk
III a few minutes l am slowly walking Wy
the sea with an ulster down to my heels,
and my sailor.hat on. ---'
] Ike TO feel the rain on my face, and 70
see the green ioam-tipped waves tumbling
IN WIN a roar aud rushupon the beach