The daily Cairo bulletin., 1881-07-22

foundling taken from an asylum, OF
whose name and pareDtage no one
knew aught
IL could not help but notice that Mr..
Kendars manner lat the narne start
ed1 was not the same as II had been
when he deemed me the daughter and
heircss of his wealthy client, and his
next words showed me my perceptions
had been true ones.
"'As things are, my dear young la
dy,' he said, suavely, do YOU not think
1t would be the proper thing for you TO
return to my son his freedom? Let me
be frank with you. My son is am
bilious, and If he marries well, has
brilliant future before him. He has an
aunt-an old and exceedingly fastidi-
Gus person-who adores him; but II by
uniting himself to one without name
or lineage he should lower himself in
her estimation, he would, beyond
doubt, lose all chance of the large for
tune to which. with cousin, he is CO.
heir / was proud, and, though hurt
to the quick, l hid as best could, my
pain, ana wrote as desired. Then
left the home which was no longer
mine. l knew that my betrothed
would leave no stone unturned to in
duce me to change my determination,
and feared lest in his dear presence
my pride should give way. In looking
over the paper ! saw your advertise
ment; the rest you know"
would you mind telling me your
lovers first name, Daisyp" I asked.
ut is Roland?" she answered.
know that Daisy fel! happier after
her confidence in me, and each day as
it went by only strengthened the ties OF
affection between us; while into my
mind had entered q pleasant assurance,
for Qhough why, l will not now say) |
knew that l had no need TO dread
lonely future without the wnsome COM
panon had learned to lean SO upon.
Two weeks went by and one evening
we sat in the library. Daisy was read
ing aloud with the full glow of the
lamp-light falling over the lovely face,
while |, with my knitting sat little
back in the shadow.
A light step came up the stairs,
through the hall, and paused by the
open door.
All lunconsciously, Daisy read on, her
young voice making sweet music in the
great room.
Suddenly rich voice | well knew,
with a ring of passionate joy in its
tones, which brought the sympathetic
tears to my old eyes, exclaimed:
DAISY! my own! Found at lastr'
With glad wondering cry she
sprang to her feet
Roland! is it--can it be your"
"Yes, my darling, it is your Roland.
and the nephew Of this dear old lady,
but for whom this blssful moment
might never have come to u.s."
Taking the surprised girl in his
arms, he kissed her on her beautiful
mouth; then he led her to me.
"Aunt Margaret, he said, "when I
learned, year past, from my father,
IN his last illness, the truth, which he
had withheld from me till then, of
what had passed between him and
Daisy. made a vow to find her.
though l grew old in the search. But
my heart had grown heavy within my
breast, and nope had all but left me,
when received your letter, telling me
of your suspicious that your dear COM
panion and she whom loved was one
and the same. So came. have al
ways loved you more as a son than
nephew, and now it is to you that |
owe the happiness of my lifer'
They were married, and the wish of
my heart was gratified, for Daisy never
left me.
Years have passed since then, and
soon we are expecting visit from Rol-
and's cousin Walter and his bride.
Thus all things have worked. togeth-
er for the best, and it would be hard to
find happier old woman in the world
than am to-day.