The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-28

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like you all the better for that,n says
Mona, in tone that actually savors Of
protection, slipping her little brown
hand through his arm IN kindly,
friendly lovable fashion
do you2" says Rodney. He is
strangely moved, he speaks quietly, but
his heart Is beatingQrii ky and Cupid's
dart sinks deeper IN its wound.
is your brother, Mr. Rodney, like
your asks Mona, presently,
He has never told her that his eldest
brother is u buronet Why he hardly
knows, yet now he does not contradict
her when She alludes ~ him as Mr.,
Rodney. Some inward feeling prevents
him, Perhaps he understands instinct
lively that such knowledge will but
widen the breach that already exists
between him and the girl who now walks
beside him with happy smile upon her
hOwer-like face
mo, he is not like me-" he says,
| abruptly "he is a much better fellow.
lie is, besides, tall and rather lanky,
| with dark eyes and hair He is like my
father, they tell me, | am like my
mother.
At this Mona turns her gaze secretly
upon him. She studies his hair, his
| gray eyes, his irregular n0se-that
ought to have known better-and his
handsome mouth, so resolute, yet so
tender that his fair moustaChe only half
| cOnCealS.
II think should like your mother
she says naively and very swee1y, lift
ing her eyes steadily 10 his "She is
handsome, OF course; and she is as good
as she is beautiful
My mother is real good sort when
you know her" he says, eyasively,
but she's rather rough on strangers.
However, she is always al there, you
know, so far as manners 60, and that,
Miss Mona looks puzzled
II don't think | understand you"
she says, at length, grayely. Where
would the rest of her be if she wasn't
all in the same placer
She says this in such perfect good
faith that NIr. Rodney roars with
laughter.
| Perhaps you may not know 1t" says
he, but you are simply perfection"
80 Mr.. Moore says" returns she,
smiling.
lie drops her arm, and looks as though
| he is prepared to drop her acquaintance
also, at a moments notice,
what has Mr.. Moore TO do with
your" he asks, haughtily. "Who is he,
that he should so speak to your"
lie is our landlord" says Mona,
calmly, but with uplifted brows, stop
ping short in the middle Of the road TO
| regard him with establishment.
And thinks you perfectionpN In an
impossible tone, losing both his head
and his temper completely. "Ile is
rich, | suppose; why don't you marry
| him2n
ITO ask the question ia o rudeness,n
she says, steadily, though her heart is
cold and hurt. "Yet | will answer you.
In our country, and in our class, with
an amount of Unborn pride impossible TO
translate, I'VE do not marry man be-
cause he is rich, or in other words, sell
ourselves for g0ld.p
| Having said this, she turns her back
upon him contemptu0usly, and walks
towards her home
lie follows her full Of remorse and
contrition. Her glance, even more than
her words, has covered him with shame,
and cured him Of his want of generosity.
Forgive me, MOna,n he says, with
deep entreaty. II confess my fault.
How could speak 10 you as did,
implore your pardon. Great a sinner as
| am, surely i shall not knock for for
giyeness at your sweet heart in vainl"
"Do not ever speak to me like that
again, says Mona, turning upon him
eyes humid with disappointment, yet
free from wrath Of any kind "As for
Mr.. Moore with curl of her short
upper lip that it does him good to see,
and quick frown, why he is as old as
the hills, and us fat az TichbOrne, and
he hasn't got q single hair on his head. y
| But that Mr.. Rodney is still oppressed
with the fear that he has mortally Of
Tended her, he could have laughed out
aloud at this childish speech; but ankle.
ty helps him to restrain his mrth.-
Nevertheless he feels an unholy Joy as
he thinks on Dir. Moore's bald pate, his
too, too solid flesh" and his many
days" m
"Yet he dares to admire your" il
what he does say, after decided pause
Sure they all admire me, says Miss
Mona, with TN eXasperating smile
meant TO wither.