The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-01-03
ALOVER's TREACHERY.

light letting my thoughts 90 whittier
they would, bringing up the past with
all Its pleasures. all its pains, my head
dropping lower and lower on my hands
as leaned out on the easement, seeing
only in vision twilightstsuch as this
seeing, for moment. a moonlit path,
bright handsome face, and my own
heart.
How happy was then. II life could
have gone on forever as it was then
il my own heart, my own conscience,
did not cry alond in its agony over
what came after, | would try to bear up
until God called me home.
was engaged TO Harry Farnesworth.
He was handsome, witty, and admired
by all. And / loved him well. As for
me, was fair, with a beautiful face
and golden hair.
Don't smile, dear reader; the fair
round face and golden hair have long
since vanished, and ] may Speak of it
now without vanity.
We wefe to be married in the fall,
and never was girl so happy as /.
The birds were twltering in the
branches one morning as he came in
and drew me toward him.
"Annie," he said, the girls are going
on an excursion to the woods in the
morning, and want us to 60. Are you
willing"
ooh, to be sure" l cried delighted.
"Well, them" he said, little one, l
will be hero early, so prepare to start
at eight"
So it was concluded we should 90.
The next morning comes bright and
fair. 1t seemed as though the sun new
or shone so bright, the birds never war
bled so sweetly, as on that day when
threw open my shutters and looked out
on the country with its fields of grain
and tasselled corn.
/ hurried downstairs, happy with the
thoughts of the day, and prepared to
get ready TO start
| can see myself now, as | stood,
dressed in my white muslin, with lilac
ribbon In my hair and at my throat, and
my gypsy hat coquettishly hanging over
my arm.
| All, me! Pm an old woman now and
when these things have all vanished, II
won't seem like vanity to tell you that
of all the maidens l should meet that
| day, ! knew would be fairest. Women
know these things, If they do not tell.
heard the latch of the gate lifted, and
sprang to meet Hurry, but stranger
voice than his spoke to me.
Waiting for Harry, AnnieP He can't
come; business will keep him away to-
day"
Can't comep' answered, stepping
back a pace, and angered. "llow do
you know, George SeamoreP"
But he took my hand very gently.
You're disappointed, Annie" he
said, and looked sad at me. 81 know,
because met him down the road. He
told me, and | thought you might be
waiting, and would like to know
but why didn't he tell mep' asked,
feeling the crimson tide surging to my
forehead, as thought of Harry having
so little thought of me, and this fellow
knowing it. Did he think I'd get ready
for nothingp
"If you are disappointed, Annie.
go with me; I'm going alone, and
there's no girl round I'd rather have
with me-"
| looked up quick at him. He was
| tall and fine looking. was proud. /
felt hurt and indignant at Harry. II
| he thought was wax in his hands he
was mistaken. would let him see that
| could get others il he would not come.
| | took time to think this, and gave him
my hand.
'.Yes, I'll go with you, George. Why
notP"
And so we turned and walked down
the road until we met the rest of the
party.
How they stared at us. As for me, l
was full of laugh and frolic. ] felt sore
and sick at heart, and to sliile the
thoughts in my mind, | joked and
laughed as had never done before.
All, it was sad, sad day to me,
with Harry's face coming to me which,
ever way | turned, and the worst was,
as the day wore on, George grew more
utlcutlNCs
tried to keep it back; God knows,
when | saw the look in his eyes that no
woman can mistake, my heart flew as
it were to Harry, as though to seek pro-
lection.
O, hadn't come, II hadn't comeI
God knows what he said. only re-
member looking up at him with wide,
frightened eyes, unable to move or
speak; twas after we had strolled and
sat down to rest apart from the others
indeed, they had all wandered off In
couples and | had grown tired for the
moment, as IL were, Of trying TO keep
the words from me that he had spoken,
words so tender, so passionate, so be-
reft OF self-control as TO make me
tremble; words grander, more passion
ate than even Harry had ever spoken
to me.
God help you, George Seamorel God
forgive your weakness and my wicked
ness In going with you that day.
He did not have lonr to sin. for be-