The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-12-08
Of anxiety drifting over his handsome

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"Wel, well, Rosamundi there's no
compulsion about it," And Mr. Cur
ney smothered sigh. "But | had
hoped you might fancy each other; the
bows father was an old friend of mine
At least you can treat him courteously
while he stays with US. He is our
guest, remember"
Rose left the room silently, with COM
pressed lips. Treat him courteously,"
indeed Conventional courtesy seemed
utterly lost upon this young fellow who
made himself so entirely at home, and
who was discomposed at nothing.
In the DAYS that followed, Philip was
like the girls shadow, waiting upon her
with the most scrupulous attention, yet
not hesitating to criticise her playing,
her singing, and her riding. Rose
quarreed with him unconsciously; as
for Philip he was as imperturbable as
mortal man could be.
After all he could be most delight
full companion when he chose. Rose
realized this when on rainy days he
read, exquisitely, bits of her favorite au-
thors, while she busted herself with sew
ing; or when in the long, scented twi-
lights he related strange adventures in
faraway countries.
There had been not the slightest word
of love between them; therefore it was
good deal of surprise when Philip,
lingering with her over the piano one
lovely Summer night, said suddenly
| ,IRnga will vpu ba NV uifa pN
With her heart in her mouth, and an
cry establishment in her wide eyes, Rose
answered directly, No, sir!'
Philip did not seem to take her refu-
sal much to heart. He drummed out a
little opera snatch rather absently on
the white keys, and presently went out
upon the lawn for smoke; while Rose,
very much disturbed, ran up to her
room and came down no more that
night.
The uext day Mr. Quincy was strick-
en- dowL with paralysis.
He was quite conscious, but as helpless
as little child, with no control ofhands
or tongue.
The attempt at speech, the wistful en-
treaty of his large eyes, wrung the
heart of poor little Rose, who was sure
that he desired to communicate some
thing to her.
When Philip came to the bedside, that
same dumb, passionate, beseeching
glance went out to him. The young
man seemed to understand it,
He bent over the stricken man quiet
ly, and said, with his hands upon the
poor helpless hands on the SPREAD
II know what you wish to say, dear
friend. Do not be troubled-eyery-
thing is right, Be comforted."
Tears gathered in the old mans eyes,
and Philip motioned Rose and the
housekeeper from the room, They
could hear his voice low and steady
and soothing; and when they returned.
| Poilip Went away, but that anxious, ca
ger, expression was gone from Mr., Cur
ney's eyes; and when, later, Rose ques-
toned Philip concerning Der fathers
uneasness, she got no satisfaction
1t was then, in the days Of her sor-
row, that the girl learned the real no.
bility and gentleness of Philip Grant
| ley's heart. Never was there such an
unwearying nurse as be.
He took all troublesome duties upon
himself Rose gladly gave the reins Of
| government into his steady hands.
Rose thought with dreadful heart.
sinking Of his departure.
Sic preached the subject one day.
Mr.. Grantley,' she said, II feel that
/ II is selfish 10 US to lean 20 thoroughly
upon You. We must learn to do with
out you. Some time again, if you will
visit u, when papa is better"
Her voice broke here; everything in
the future looked so hopeless, and she
knew herself to be young and inexperi-
/ enced
He was watching her attentiyely,
with very gray eyes; and when she
paused he took her hand and drew her
INTERESTINGLY into the circle of his arm.
"Rose, do YOU want me to 90 away~
She shook her head. She dared not
trust herself to speak
Rose, ] will not attempt TO disguise
from you the fact that your father will
never again be well. Some time, per.
haps months hence, he may regain the
power Of bis speech, But, Rose, he will
be an invalid always; and | am going
TO ask you to let me share with you the
care Of him. He is dear TO me, and !
suit him, Rose, dear little red Rose, |
want you for my own; we need each
other-don't you see? Can you love me
a little?"
She was weeping wildly in his arms
now, and he waited for her to grow
calmer, and then led her into the sick
room.
Mr.. Quincy listened, with such un-
mistakabe rapture and assent in bis
eyes, to the young mans story, that
Rose could not doubt what the desire
Of his heart had been.
They were married very quietly few
weeks later; and then a few words from
Mrs. Barton, the housekeeper opened
Roses eyes.
80 you are not to leave the old place
after all, Miss Rose?"
'Leave the HallP What do you mean,
Mrs. Barton?"
Then Mr.. Grantley has not told
youP"
Told me WHAT"