The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-07-23

| dying HOWeIh, All itdln, All uuublo' van
| ish; and only q passionate desire "a
dance, and be in unison with the sweet
sounds that move the air, oyerlills her
Then some one asks her to dance, and
presently-wth her face lit up with
happy excitement, and her heart throb'
bing-she is actually mingling with the
gay crowd that moment since she has
been envying, In and out among The
dancers they glide, Mona so happy that
she barely has time for thought, and sc
| gives herself up entirely to the music to
| the exclusion of her partner.
After little while, pausing beside q
doorway, she casts an upward glance at
| her companion.
~ am glad you have at last deigned
| to take some notice of me-" says he,
with faint touch of pique in his tone
And then, looking at him again, she
sees it is the young man who had near
" ridden over her some time ago, and
tells herself she has been Just little
rude to his Grace the Duke of Lauder
dale.
And | went 10 the utmost trouble To
get an introduction, goes on Lauder
dale in an aggrieved voice. because |
thought You might not care about that
impromptu ceremony at the lodge
gates; and yet what do | receive for my
pains but disappointment? Have you
quite forgotten meY
"No. OF course | remember you
now" says Mona, taking all this non
sense as quite bona fde sense, in a mad
denngly, fascinating fashion. "lIow
unkind | have been! But was listen
ing to the music, not to our introduce
ton, when Sir Nicholas brought you up
to me, and-and that is my only eX-
cuse." Then, sweetly, do you love
music?"
Yes, do, says the duke. but |
say that perhaps as means of defense.
If | said otherwise, YOU might think Inc
fit only for teasons, stratagems, and
spoils "
"Oh, no. You don't look like that, -
says Mona. with heavenly smile. You
do not seem like man that could not
be trusted.
He is delighted with her ready re-
Spouse, her gayety, her sweetness, heI
freshness; was there ever so fair face
Every one in the room by this time is
asking who is the dukes partner. and
Lady Chetwoode is beset with queries
All the women, except very few, are
consumed with jealousy; all the mel
are deyouTed with envy of the duke
Beyond all doubt the pretty Irish bride
is the rage OF the hour.
Malcolm. who was that lovely Great.
IRE you were talking to just now?N ask;
his mother, as Lauderdale draws neal
her.
That? Oh. that was the bride, Mrs
Rodney, replies he. she is lovely, il
you like
oh, indeed says the duchess. Will
! some faint surprise. Then she turns L
Lady Rodney, who is near her, and wht
is looking cold and supercilous. =.
congratulate you she says, warmly
What face that child has. How
charming. How full of feeling. You
are fortunate in securing so fair a
daughter
Thank Won" SAYS Lady Rodney,
coldly, letting her lids fall over her eyes,
Il am sorry have missed her so
often. says the duchess But you will
introduce me to her soon, hope
Just at this moment Mona comes up
to them. smiling and happy.
"Ah! here she is, says the duchess,
looking at the girls bright face with
much interest, and turning graciously
| towards Mona. And then nothing re-
mains but for Lady Rodney to get
through the introduction as calmly as
she can, though it is sorely against hel
will, and the duchess, taking her hand
says something very pretty to her
while the duke looks on with ill-dis,
guised admiration in his face.
"You must give me another dance
Mrs. Rodney, before your card is quite
full" says the duke, smiling. IF, in.
deed, am in time
Yes, quite in time" says Mona
Then she pauses, looking at him so ear
nestly that he is compelled to return her
gaze. You shall have another dance, y
she says, III her clear voice, that is per
feCtly distinct to every one: but you
must not call me Mrs. Rodney. an
only Mrs. Godfrey
A dead silence follows. Lady Rodney
raises her head, seeming mischief il
the air.
"No?" says Lauderdale, laughing
But why. then? There is no other Mrs
Rodney, is thereY
NO. But there will be when Cap
tain Rodney marries. And Lady Rod
ney says have no claim to the name a
all. am only Mrs, Geofirey.n
She says it all quite simply. with
smile There is not touch of malic
IN her soft eyes or on her parted lips
The duchess, with a grave expression
looks at Lady Rodney. Can her oil
+, friend have proved herself unkind t
this pretty stranger Can she have al
ready shown symptoms of that tyranni
cal temper which according to tn
duchess is Lady Rodney's chief bane
She says nothing however, but moyin
her fan with reckoning gesture, draw
her skirts aside, and motions to Mon
! TO seat herself beside her.