The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-06-08

ing in, she was enthusiastic over the
contents of tho well-filled portfolios.
1T doesn't seem to be quite the thing
for me TO be here" she said, half laugh
ingly, half deprecatingly; although l
cannot give any sensible reason why"
Constance frowned in mock reproof.
Nonsense want you to sec this
Vivian painted it himself, and showed
it to mother and me one day. He said
it expressed his life as words never
could dop'
Clare went up to the easel, and, with
grave, thoughtful face, looked at the
picture thereon-the expression OF VII
Wan Kilgour's life.
And her girls heart throbbed with
sudden pity for him, as she saw the dull
chilling landscape, the sere, sunless,
late autumn day, the leafless branches
of the trees swaying in an east wind, q
solitary bird away up against a dun
sky, little desolate lonely hut on the
edge OF q sullen stream, and in one
window light cleaning brightly-the
one bit Of color in the pictnre-wnilo
outside was the picture of traveller,
his cloak wrapped about him, looking
at the glow as he passed by.
1t was labelled Forever Outside"
and Constance's voice quivered little
unwontedly as she looked upon it and
spoke
Don't you pity him now, little,
Clarep He said to mother that he was
so miserable, so unhappy, always out
side of that which seems to make other
peoples happiness"
Clares lip quivered.
"Oh, Connie, / am so sorry ever
thought him moody! There is gloom
and wretchcdness in every feature of
that heart expression of his--if it is not
translated from my standpoint. But
see here, let me show you what / see in
it. The cloudy, windy day outside the
shadow; the traveller outside; but inside,
Connie, at home, translate that light
to be welcome, q smile, loving arms,
loving kisses, and he need not stay out
side, you know"
Clare had not been looking at Miss
Petronel. She had not seen the sud-
den flush come over her face, the look
OF surprise, the swift, silent signal made
to her, or Clare would have observed
her silent departure.
But the next moments she did know
that Vivian was beside her, with his
handsome face eager and passionate.
Little Glare, say that again-that |
need not stay outside. My little love,
my little angel, bid me come into the
sunlight, the glory of your love. IL
have always been outside all my life.
1t has made me dull, morose, melan-
choly. never had home; my mother
l cannot remember. Take me-take me
to your love, my darling! l want you
Il want you SO! love you, dear, and
you willP Look at me Sunny-eyes, and
can see my answer in them"
And she slowly lifted her pure, sweet
eyes, that held his heaven for Vivian
Kilgour.
In Park Row there is one especial
house, luxurious and elegant from roof
to basement, and in it Clare's heart
some laugh is often heard-the sweetest
music her adoring husband says, in all
the world.
His gloom, and cheerlessness,' and
loneliness are forever exercised now,
and his happy sweet tempered, hopeful
little wife did it, and in the splendid
drawing-room, conspicuous by its posi-
ton, hangs a little picture, Forever
Outside" and although very few peo-
pie know its story, yet almost any day
you may see Vivian Kilgour stand be-
fore it with look in his face that is
hushed, solemn. yet rapturously lumin-
ouc. for.A~ nnvWo anu SIuIoN huUWo,
Shat tiiS shadows have all departed since
she came to be the light of his life.