The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-06-04

me Longfellow would be more suited to
you"
well, so do love him. And Just
then WAS thinking OF him; when |
looked up 10 the sky his y ords came
back TO me. You remember what he
says about the moon rising over the
pallid sea and the siiEcly mist of the
meadows, and how
"'Silently one by one, in the Infinite meadows
of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars the forgctmo.
nots OF the anles,'"
"That is so sweet, think"
~ remember it, and remember. too.
who watched all that; do you?n lie asks,
his eyes fixed upon hers.
Yes; Gabriel-poor Gabriel 49, and
Evangelinc," returns she, too wrapt up
in recollections Of that sad and touch
ing tale to take to heart his meaning
meanwhile, apnr;, in the twilight gloom of o
windows embrasuro,
Sat the lovers, and whispered together"
That is the part you mean, is it notY
know all that poem very nearly by
lie is little disappointed by the
calmness Of her answer. .
Yes; it was of them thought" he
says, turning his head away, "of the
lovers. wonder if their evening was
as lovely as muSE
Mona makes no reply.
Have you ever read Shelley2" he
asks, presently, puzzled by the extreme
serenity of her manner.
She shakes her head.
Some of his ideas are lovely. You
would like his poetry, think"
What does he say about the moon?n
asks Mona still with her knees in her
embrace, and without lifting her eyes
from the quiet waters down below.
About the moon2 Oh, many things
! was not thinking Of the moon" with
faint lmpatience; 'yet, as you ask me,
can remember one thing he says about
it,"
Then tell it to me, says Mona.
So at her bidding he repeats the lines
slowly, and in his best manner, which
is very good:
"The cold, chaste moon, the queen OF heavens
bright slns
Who makes all beautiful on which she smiles;
That wandering shrine Of soft yet icy fame,
Which ever IL transformed, yet sOll the snme,
And WARNS but not illumlnes.'"
He finishes: but to his Amusement,
and good deal TO his chagrin, on look
ing at Mona he finds she is wreathed in
smles-nay, is in fact, convulsed in
laughter.
What is amusing your asks he,
tritle Stitlly, To give way TO recita-
ton, and then find your listener in ago
MES of suppressed mirth, is not exactly
situation one would banker after.
1t was the last line says Mona, in
explanation, clearly ashamed of herself,
yet unable wholly TO subdue her merri-
ment. ut reminded me so much of
that speech about tea, that they always
use at temperance meetings; they call
it the beverage that cheers but not in
ebriates, You said that warns but
not illumines, and it sounded exactly
like it. Don't you see?"
lie doesn't see.
You aren't angry, are your" says
Mona, now really contrite. 81 couldn't
help it, and it UaS like it, you know"
Angry no" he says, recovering him
self, as he notices the penitence on the
face appraised to his.
And do say it is like it," says Mona,
entreatingly.
1T is, the image Of it," returns ne,
prepared to swear to anything she NAV
propose, And then he laughs too,
which pleases her, as it proves he no
longer bears in mind her evil deed after
which, feeling she still owes him some
thing, she suddenly intimates TO him
that he may sit down on the grass close
beside her. He seems to find no diff
Guilty in swiftly following up this hint,
and is soon seated as close to her as
circumstances will allow.
RIO be Continued,