The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-06-11

to anticipate, Just tell yourself ! am
cur. and despise me accordingly"
At this they both laugh heartily, and
Mona returns no more TO the lachry-
NOSE mood that has possessed her for
the last five minutes
The moon has gone behind cloud,
the road is almost wrapped in complete
gloom, when voice, coming from APP
pareutlv nowhere, startleS them, and
brings them back from visions OF im-
possible bliss to the present very posi-
bic world.
"Ilst. Miss Mona! hist says this
voice close at Mona's ear. She starts
violently.
"Oh. Paddy" she says, as a small
figure unkempt, and only half clad,
creeps through the hedge and stops
short in her path.
Don't 90 on, miss" says the boy,
with much excitement. "Dopt ye. |
see We comm, an, no matter what they
do to me. says to mesclf, I'll warn her
surely. They're waitm' for the agInt
| below. an maybe they might mistake
We for some one else in the dark, an do
| We some HARM
'''Who are they waiting for2" asks
Mona, anXiously,
"For the agint, miss. Oh, if you tell
on me now they'll kill me. MaXill, ye
know; me lords agint,"
"Wating-fOr what? Is it to shoot
him. asks the girl breathlesSly.
Yes. miss. Oh, Miss Mona, if ye
bethray me now twill be all up wild me.
Fegs an intirely, miss, they'll murdher
me out NV hand
II won't betray you, she says. "You
may trust me. Where are they sta
| tiOned?'
down below in the hollow, miss-jist
| behind the hawthorn bush. Go home
some other way, Miss Mona; they're
bint on blood
"And, if so,what are you doing here?'
says Mona, reprOvlngly.
"On'y watchin', miss, to see what
they'll do. coniesSes he, shifting from
one foot to the other, and growing
palpably confused beneath her search
ing gaze.
rs it murder you want to see?' asks
she, slowly, in a Mortified tone. $50
home, Paddy. Go home to your moth
er. Then, changing her cenSuring
manner to one of entreaty, she says,
softly, $50, because ask YOU
I'm off, miss says the miscreant,
and, true to his word, darts through the
hedge again like a shaft from a bow,
and, scurrying through the fields, is
soon lost to sight.
Come with me-" says Mona to Rod
ney; and with an air OF settled determl-
nation, and a hard look on her usually
mobile lips, she moves deliberately to-
wards the hawthorn-bush, that is about
a quarter of mile distant.
"AIona," says Rodney. divining her in
| tent, stay you here while | 90 and ex-
postulate with these men. 1t is late,
darling, and their blood is up, and they
may not listen to you. Let me speak to
them"
You do not understand them" re-
turns she, sadly. And do. Besides,
they will not harm me. There is no fear
Of that am not at all afraid of them.
And must speak to them"
He knows her sufficiently well to re-
frain from further expostulation, and
just accompanies her silently along the
lonely road,
Its Mona Scully," she calls aloud,
when she is within a hundred yards of
the hiding-place. Tim Ryan, come
here; | want you"
1t is mere guess on her part-sup-
ported certainly by many tales she has
heard of this Ryan Of late, but guess
nevertheless. 1t proves, however, TO be
a correct one. A man, indistinct, but
unmistakable, shows himself on the top
of the wall and pulls his forelock
through force of habit
"What are you doing here, Timy''
says Mona, brayely calmly, at this hour,
and with-yes, do not seek to hide it
from me-a gun, And You too, earthly"
peering into the darkness where anoth-
er man, less plucky than Ryan, lies con-
cealed. "Ah! you may well wish to
| shade your face, since 1t is evil you have
III your heart this night
| "Do We name to inform on uSy' says
Ryan, slowly, who is man Of villain
olls countenance, laying his hand i'm
pulsiyely upon his gun, and glancing at
her and Rodney alternately with MUIR
der in his eyes.
"You should know better than to APP
ply the word 'informer' TO one of my
blood" she says. Coldly, speaking to
Ryan WITHOUT trem0r in her voice.
| II know that" says Ryan sullenly.
"Butwhat of him. pointing to Rodney
the ruilianly look still on his face. 1.-The
Englshman, name. Is he sureY It's
life for a life, afther all, when every.
thing is towldn
Tim" she says, "what have | ever
done to you that YOU should seek tc
make me unhappy
II have nothing TO do with you. &C
your ways. 1t is with him | have u
settle, " says the man, morosely,
"But / have to do with him." say
Mona distinctly.
At this, in spite of everything, Rod
ney laughs lightly, and, taking he
, hand in his draws it through his arm
, There is love and trust and great cor
tent in his laugh.
"Eh!n says Ryan; while the ma
, whom she has called Carthy-and VIII
up to this time has appeared deslr0u
Of concealing himself from yiew--no'
presses forward and regards the tw
with lingering scrutiny.
"Why, what have you to do with herp
says Ryan, addressing Rodney, a glear
OF something that sayors OF Amusement
showing itself even in his ill-fayore
face. For an Irishman, under all eli
. cumstances, dearly loves "a counting
bon mot, and broil"
. This much says Rodney, laughin
again; II am going to marry her, wit
/ her leave"