The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-02-26

would not take them. lie was IN e4 ,
trouble, that is certain, he looked q Il
upset" ~
She could tell him nothing more, and Ipil
went out into the street again. The eveTiyi
ing was chill and gloomy; a drizzling raj.
was falling. He stood looking right W
left, knowing not which way to thts
Where, in all the great labyrinth of d.
was he to look for the poor lad whC0nN''
had driven TO despair I'm wen
"Where now, master?" the dEr, mad
manded, examining the end Of ~ j..
with philosophic Indifference. re arc
/ "To the Cafe DIES Arts in the pfwho fl
il@der," he answered, throwingat and II
into Tho carriage again. lie did ~ an' y
10 ma Leon there, but he might JEoT the CAL
some one VIM knew him, anAi him TN,
him since mornins He was or ~ ''o
however. He found ino~o an the hunt,
knew the artist we'll but % structures
seen him that day. or for ma . 80. 30
viOusly. <eB"' "'' W
lie has grown unsociable o~N
told him; che cares for no comp%eet' :.
his Beatrice" -te,
His inquiries at other wellknown artists
haunts in the neighbOrhood met with the
same result He then drove to the nearest
depot of police and stated the case to the
superintendent, who took down the artists
description and promised cheertully
that, living or Dead lie should be found
| before morning.
There was nothing more to be done, but
he could not return home alone he dis
missed the hack, and continued his search
on foot, wandering aimlessly through the
| busy brilliant streets, where the shop-win-
| dows glttered through the rain, and the
long lines Of gas-lamps were reflected in
the wet pavements.
Nearly four hours had passed in this
way, and he was wet through, and tired
out, when he found himself on the Pont
aux Doubles, under the solemn shadow OF
Note Dame, whose clock had just struck
| ten.
The rain had ceased and the moon
cleaned fitfully through broken and dis,
persing clouds The water was touched
with a trcmulous lustre, and when little
flaw Of wind struck the surface every rip
pie had silvery edge. .@
The bridge was deserted except for sol.
itary loiterer like himself leaning with
folded arms on the parapet, at little dis
lance.
Something in the mans figure and atti-
tude struck him as familiar. He scrutn.
lied him for moment with growing hope,
then moved toward him. He soon saw
that he had not been deceived by Il chance
resemblance. 1t was Leon who stood there,
looking down gloomily at the river. Alb,
sorbed in his thoughts, he did not perceive
| 1,n ~, nr,a lo hand nn
his shoulder then he started and looked
round.
Monsieur Vautreau!"
al thought | was not mistaken" the lat.
ter returned composedly; "this is for
tunate chance; have just been to your
rooms, and was disappointed to find you
from home. Are you walking my way"
Without waiting for an answer, he link
ed his arm firmly within the artists; but
Leon drew back.
"No-I am not going your way, what.
ever it is, For the future our paths lie
apart, if you please
"For the future, so be il. But for the
present | ask you as a ia2r to give me
your company for few minutes. Are you
so bitter against me that you can not gran
Inc that simple requesty"
81 am not bitter against YOU" the younl
man answered, in weary tone, moving OF
with him mechanically 81 am to,
wretched to be angry. Despair leaves NJ
room tor resentment"
"Despair!' tn, Ia, tai" his companion
responded with cheerful contempt; "de
spairat Internationally with all the wOrll
before you; with talent, health, good looks
and--to crown your happineSs-the love o.
the sweetest girl in Parisl" Loon stopped
short in sheer establishment.
How do you know" he began.
"Iow do know that EdmGe loves you
On good authority, by Georgel | had il
from her own lips not many hours ago.
was not aware till then, Monsieur Leclerc
that you were my niece's iiancG."
The artist stared at him.
"Your niece! EdmGes uncle is Mon
seur Renault" he stammered,
Yes, that is my name, out of business
'Vautreau does just as well for sign
board"
"And-and does she know that"
"That Uncle Jules and Monsieur Vau
: treau are one? No; that is my secret
; was, | mean, for | suppose-of course you
l viii tell her the truth"
t He glanced furtively at the young man
r face, but Leon said nothing; he SCENE
hardly yet recovered from his surprise.
t "If had any claim to your forbea,
4 ancc," his companion went on after
!. pause, 81 might ask you TO be mercifull
t silent, to let Inc keep mistaken the low
and trust Of the only creature who"
c There was an odd break in his voc
and he added abruptly, with change {
$ tone, But have no such claim. Com
let us walk on. | promised EdmGe
bring you. Nothing short of seeing yo
; will set her mind at ease, after your letter
81 was half distracted when | wrote it,
C he muttered apologctica)y, latter ! Ina
t hoped so much, it was crushing to fail;
fee that had"
h Come, you have not failed. Courae
/. and patience are all you need. Courage
: work; patience to wait. You must restor
: your picture and send it to the Salon. 70
0 will soon finish your Beatrice when 20
9 have the original to.paint irom-heyy Sto
i that hack and tell the man Rue st. Ja'
ques, 3o.''
9 EdmGe had been waiting and watchin
In fever OF suspense and anxiety. Sll
@ heard their footsteps on the stairs, an
) came out on TO the landing.
Seeing Leon, she uttered tremulous or
e of Joy which he echoed, and the next M
8. mcnt she was claspcd in his arms.
II NJ Rcnaut watched them as they passe
o into the sittingroom, oblivious of himsc