The daily Cairo bulletin., 1882-11-24

loVeu verdi Shall never near q bar of
his music without recalling my first
opera, Max, without remembering
you"
"You will not forget meP ] am glad
OF that. ! am going to test your promise
sooner than you think, dear. / am going
away tonight"
"Going awayP"
The young voice was sharp with a
quick, constrained pain new to it.
"Yes. l have obtained on trial the
position ! went to New York to procure.
| sail for England on Tuesday. And
now, here is "a piece Of good news to
counteract the other. ] went to see your
uncle to-day and bad long talk with
him. He is not such grim, hard man
as they say. Your feelings and Cedric's
towards him had been misrepresented
to him. He is very lonely, and old and
childish, He promises all luxury, all
kindness, fyou will both 60 and be to
him as his own children. Seeing him as
! do, with unprejudiced eyes, think he
regrets his past heartless conduct"
"But, Max"
"My child, know all you would say;
but Cedric is not strong enough TO work,
and cannot 90 away leaving you so
lonely and helpless. Besides, it is not
wholly dependence. In his hands are
some monies Of your fathers on which
you have morally claim. Believe me,
II is for the best"
He came into the house and shook
hands with Cedric. Then he stopped to
Cora and reverently touched her fore.
head with grave, bearded lips. A mo-
ment more and the great shabby figure
had burst out Of the room, down the
stairs, and was striding rapidly away
under the blue, star-studded sky.
She stood and watched him out OF
sight, with eyes grown strangely dim.
Once he paused and looked back.
She was still standing there, q SLIM
dark figure against that patch of light
"Oh, my love, God bless YOU" be
whispered
Aud through her ears kept ringing,
Non ii scordar di me-
Five years later.
And the curtain Of the Grand Opera
House at Paris rose on as tine an audi.
ence as had ever assembled within its
painted sculptured walls. The world
OF fashion was there Fair women and
brave men, noblemen of England and
Germany, diplomats with ribbons and
orders at their buttonholes, and ladies
who, listening languidly In their per
fumed leces, still could sway with
gesture destnes political as well a. So
cial, In one Of the boxes on the grand
tier sat three gentlemen One TALL
bronzed, sodierly man, noticing many
glasses being levelled at an opposite
box, lifted his lorgnette and looked
across the stage.
A lady, with little coterie of admir-
ers, had Just entered. She wore some
soft, silken dress all aqua-p srine snd
silver. There were waterllies in the
golden hair, and emeralds on the white
bosom.
A childish face for all its, pride, and
that peculiar naughty poise Of the head.
A face with eyes humorous as blue da.
monds, a snowy stately throat, and
cheeks Just dashed with rose.
WHO is she?" Max Marsden oues-
toned breathlessly
Ma fail' cried a vivscious little
Frenchmsn, 'you do not knowP She is
compatriot Of yours-ls belle Ameri-
caine! Her name is observation-disclosures
selle Lester"
"Ah! And then after pause: WHO
IS that gentleman leaning over her
chair9n
'Ah, that is Savageau" answered a
member Of the American Legation. 1.-THE
Comte de Savageau. He is heir to half
q dozen princey estates, and is Made.
moisele's devoted slave. But she will
have none of him. She is beauty and
an heiress, and half Paris is mad about
her, But one might as well ADORE a
statue No marble is colder than shel"
Max Msrsden, the celebrated journal
ist, the literary lion Of the day, looked
with his keen, hawk eyes across the
bright expanse to that dainty vision
with the water.lilies in her golden hair.
Dresmily he murmured few lines Of
Merideths:
"6he was there, and was there.
And the sliuerIns horseshoe curved between.
between"
What the deuce are you mumbling,
Marsdenp" demanded the sttache.
Never mindr' CURLY.
He was thinking Of that other night
when together they had heard III
Trovatore."
1t was the same opera tonight, but
how differently she listened now, Ian.
guidly, almost inattentively, leaning
back in that graceful, queenly way Of
hers.
He thought of the words she had then
spoken. II shall never again hear q
bar of Verdi's music without recalling
my first opera, without remembering
you, Maxi
During the last act she rose and gath
cred her rich wrap round her. All the
pretty bloom had faded from her cheek.
Half an hour later Max Marsden stood
In her hotel.
when Mademoiselle Lester arrives
say that an old friend Graves mo-
ments audience"
Mademoiselle, trailing her sbeeny
silks and laces along the marble corridor,
paused in anazement at the message.