The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-10-02
THE DAILY BULLETIN.
MY MARRIAGE.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "PENELoPE," ETC.


Rock---a tiny line OF goldca Sand shelving
into the deep clear water, Nat yellow
rock that is all. But the view Is lovely
the rocky shore, the strip OF yellow oeach,
the mountains at the distance; and null
titudc of great green trees that belong to
the Abbey show dimly in the far hazy dis
lance.
ooh, / wish | had my sketch-book ~
George says. elbow pretty it all is"
"Mme is in the boat" Sir Jasper re-
marks quietly. 81 took TO sketching when
| was abroad, and fortunately brought II
out to-day"
with strange smile George takes the
proilcred book.
"Let 1t peace for one day" he says iii
II low voice, and she gives sudden Drlei
look up into his face, and then sits down,
the sketch-book on her lap.
at Is full of drawings. May we look at
them" she asks.
"Certainly; they are only scrawls," he
replies.
Only scrawls! l see Georges lip culver
as She bends over the scraps OF drawings.
There are sketches of bits OF scenery,
views Of places that he saw in his travels
after he quarrellcd with his love and went
away to cure the pain at his heart by n.y.
ing from place to place trying to forget.
George looks long and lingeringly at ev-
cry scrap his hand had traced, and sir
jasper and talk of many things.
.Whut is your study" he asks, and lays
his hand on the book in my lap.
"The Lady Of La Garage"
al have never read it," he says. "Nirs.
Carstairs, to make our enjoyment perfect
this hot afternoon you ought to read aloud
to us
81 will if you like" say smiling.
And so we settle ourselves in luxurious
comfort on our tiny island, George busy
with her pencil, Sir Jasper stretched lazily
Mt fun length, smoking, and | reading out
the ovc-idyll of Claude and Gertrude
There is not sound near but the wash of
the water lcaping on the yellow sand at
our feet. An hour more perhaps passes
away and we have not finished the story OF
the stricken Lady Of Garage. A little wind
has risen and llutters the pages of the book
in my hand.
The boat is behind us, where the sand Is
smoothest, and where there are no rocks to
impede landing. Before us lies the blue
water, and the Sunit shore is beyond; and
we never notice that the tide is creeping
up inch by inch, every tiny wave u little
nearer than the last, that slowly the fringe
of sand is covered, and the washing waves
have softly and siently lifted the light boat
and drawn it back into the deep water.
A sudden pun of wind comes signing
over the sea. Sir Jasper looks up.
81 beg your pardon for interrupting
you, Mrs. Carstairs; but here comes the
wind, and perhaps we ought to be mov-
ing"
"Oh, don't 90 just yetw George says
81 must finish my sketch"
"Very well we can stay little longer"
lie assents.
Then he looks round and starts to his
feet with sudden exclamation. Half u
dozen yards away our boat is rocking up
and down.
"Can't we get back" l say, and George
and laugh quite cheerfully at our adven-
ture.
Sir Jasper makes one or two Intellectual
attempts to hook the boat back with his
stick.
"Giyc me your parasol, Mrs. Carstairs,"
he says quickly; and tying 1t to his stick,
he tri.s again TO reach u boat. But In
yain the current is carrying IL past the
island; and we all look blankly into one
another's faces.
"What TOOL was not to remark that
the tide was coming y Sir Jasper says,
looking angry and grave. "Miss Delacourt,
you will have plenty of time to finish your
sketch"
George suddenly turns white to the lips.
"Crab's Rock is covered at high water"
she says almost in whisper.
We look at each other In silence. Hei
words carry their own meaning only too
plainly. Sir Jasper speaks first.
81 cannot swim stroke or else could
get the boat back easily enough. Come
don't get down-hearted; the tide won't be
high for two good hours yet and boat is
sure TO pass before that"
"Boats never pass here" George says
gravely
We look around far out to sea, but there
is only the streak Of blue on the horizon,
and not a sail in sight.
"Somcbody may see us from the Shore"
! suggest, with my heart humping, as
see the water creeping up.
avery few people pass this way" Geor-
gle says, shaking her head, "See how far
away the boat Is nOw--and the tide Is ris-
ing very fast"
An idea rushes into my mind.
"Mr Delacourt knows where we are
lie will come for u.s."
George turns little paler
"Chris is dining out tonight at place
ten miles of. He will have started by this
time"
Sir Jasper says not word, but stands
with compressed lips, looking at the little
boat so far away on the shining waves.
"We must do something's George eX.
claims a culver of anxiety in her voice.
"What can we dor" Sir Jasper asks des.
perately. "Our only chance is a boat COM
ing this way. Mrs Carstairs, are you 60
Ing too faintP
"No," answer, struggling with the hor-
rid sick feeling Of fear, and with terrible
fascination, watching the water creeping
up. "sir Jasper, couldn't we call Outp
Somebody might hear u.s."
lie puts his hands together and shouts
through them, loud and long, cry that
might awaken the dead but the sound dies
away over the shining waves; and again
ana again he repeats II, without sound or
sign coming In return TO show that he has
been heard
alt Is Of no use PERHAPS n boat will
come" George says, but her voice is dread
fully hopeless.
"We must be saved" say, looking At
my companions. at can't be that we are