The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-01-27

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think she is not person for you to
know"
"She is almost stranger, dear Mrs.
Barnett said Agnes. my husband, who
adores music, wanted me TO ask her,
and did This visit over, ii will be the
last time. We cannot dismiss her, you
know
NO" replied the lady "0ne is oft
en- so placed. And men cannot see
fault in the manners of that sort of per-
son, and think envy prompts any criti-
cism on our part; but such people hurt
one. Don't have her again, dear"
Agnes shook her head, smiled-ah,
how hard it was to smile!-and said:
Goodnight"
The guests departed, each with
pleasant word The lights were put out
one by one. The Italian declared her
self 'dreadfully sleepy" and went upto
her room with charming adieux to her
hostess, who returned them coldly.
The master of the house, for the first
time that evening addressed his wife.
81 am going to my study, Agnes"
said he. ''There are letters / must
write. shall take my rest on the
lounge. 1t is so warm, one can sleep any
where"
"Then goodnight, DEAR" Agnes ans
wered; and suddenly, with penitence
in his eyes, and quaver on his lips,
he took her in his arms and kissed
her.
The kiss sent herup stairs happy, after
all.
ale loves me-" she said to herself"
are all like that when these sirens are
near them. Once gone, he will forget
herr
Then she fell asleep with her little
daughter in her arms,
Two hours after this, when all was
silent in the large house, the doors of
the front door opened widely. The
master of the house had opened them
with his own hands. Two men crossed
the hall softly and took from the Itali-
ans room her great trunk, ready packed
and strapped, and carried it over the
thickly carpeted hall without a sound.
Out in the avenue beyond the gates
stood a hired carriage; behind this they
placed the trunk, while the woman Gid
ed out of her chamber dressed for
journey, and with her face closely veil
ed The master of the house gave her
his hand, and led her out, and drew the
doors behind him. Over the well-rolled
path they rode softly, and reached the
avenue.
1t was utterly dark clouds had blot
ted out the moon. The stars were in
visible, strong wind whirled the
branches about over head, the falling
leaves were blown into their faces; q
low muttering was heard afar.
"Madonnam cried the Italian. "Do
you hear it? 1t will thunder. lam afraid
OF storm"
In answer he pressed her hand and
led her toward the carriage.
The driver was a stranger; he knew
that evil work was afoot, but not what
that work was. Paid heavily by his en-
ployer it was not his business to make
inquiries; but rs he closed the door he
asked question:
"Can mistake the roadp it's like
pitch, and | never drove over it be-
fore"
keep TO your right" said the man,
in husky whisper. "The station is
straight on; you'll see the light soon.
Drive as fast as you dare; don't lose the
train
He had made mistake; he should
have said, keep to the left" florence
his memory deserted him. Satan, who
had been his friend so far, left him to
himself. He sat in the carriage clasp
ing his new love in his arms.
In the darkness he kissed her madly,
but even then his wife's fair face SEEM
ed to rise before him.
He thought how she would awaken in
the morning and discover the truth. He
thought of his daughter, who was young
enough to wonder where papa had gone.
OF his son, old enough, perhaps, to I'M
derstand little Of the truth
"Will you love me always, Carinap'
he asked. And she answered him in
terms as fervent rs she would have ans
wered any lover:
always until l die. For ever, my
ownm
And it seemed to him that his soul
was well lost for the world he had gain
ed.
But now the storm burst upon them.
| Forked lightning flashed from the skies.
II seemed to enter the ground. The
thunder-pcals were terrible. There was
no cessation &c it, crash and roll. The
rain beat down wildly.
Carina shrieked, and chung to him,
and called upon the unsmirched saints
and the pure and perfect Madonna, as if
she had a right to their protection. Even
the man, who had never trembled before
q storm. trembled now.
I've been driving long while, and |
see no light" shouted the driver from
his box. Sure we've mistook the road.
Did ye say to the right always?'
His voice was drowned by the tumult
of the storm.
"Yonder is light of some sort" said
his companion.
"1ts the station, then" said the driv-
r. "There'd be no other light at this
hour.n
They were laying new railway II
that neighborhood, and great mass O