The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-04-16

what THAT sWllb slTcHm lhi5nt Dc bearing
away before many days were past sand it
will be running six miles al hour or more
before long"
Ilma's words were hardly relevant to
this remark.
..sir Fhlip, IL itall truc--rcaly trucw
she said IN II low tone.
"Scopical still, young America--altcr
what | showed you the other day too, and
the dreadful stories | told y0u."
lima did not know tlat.his testing tone
was u refuge for himself; In her tones
there was not doubt, but nm nctl'iblc
dread, ycarning after possibility, the
wild effort TO grasp at some means of cs-
cape, but the feeling thus unconsciOusly
expressed might not really have taken u
hold on the glrI's inner lie. She could not
he indifferent to his fate; but 1t need not
influence her whole existence.
"Dou't laugh ut me, please" said lima,
trembling; II is not only--only the curse
mean, bnt the othcr-wlat they say about
the floods this year"
.frhnt the rains will come early have
10 doubt, lima; but rs to the rest, 1t may
or may not be; indcc.', the mccdful sacri-
fcing' must he brought about quickly, or
another victim must be found, for ! shall
not be here to give up my life for some one
MS yet unknown"
The girl drew long deep brcatli--it
might have been Of relief, or of pain, or
both.
Sir Philips hand was on her bride
again, Oh her hand which trcmbcd under
the touch, yet not more than his, which
rested there 10 lightly, yet lingcringly.
"llma," said the sweet low voice, rcNo-
utcly controlled, "answcr me. There Is
no TESTING NOW. DO you believe in the
curse that is on my house,
al cannot but believe it, Sir Philip; and
yet-yct-"
"Yct whats"--as she paused.
The girl flushed aud palcd ina breath.
"Ah, do not ask mcW
Her eyes fell aud her bosom heaycd.-
How could she say to him that she bclicy-
cd 4 noble lite could not he doomed for cv-
err for sin not hiS, that noble love given
and received must be 4 savior and not
destroyer: She might have said it three
days bclorc-cycn perhaps yesterday; but
now she shrank from the very subject.
Sir Philip dropped his hand, and turned
away. She believed in the curse, believed
that there were woe and death in loving
him, and yet did not not fear him; then it
was not too late-She did not love him.
Nay, in 80 short 4 time how could she?--
And yet in the very moment that he re-
joiced that he could save her, his heart
was crying out, beating wildly against its
prison bars, "Oh, lima, lima, my soul,
thnnsln1 nf Ia la min,
I would give them all for the bliss OF one
brief monochrome moment to mold thee in
these arms, TO feel thy heart throb All an
swcr TO mine, 10 ki>s Thy sweet lips, and
hear them whisper, Phillip, love thcc""
But he only said
.Pardon me! will not ask you any
more questions. Thanks, Ilnr."
They had reached the opposite bank.
and now pulled up for the OTHER, to jim
them; and llma found herself once more
By Roland's side.
1t CHANGED that lima had MOI yet visited
the Weir Mil; and ~ the riders al.
preached it, Roland proposed that silD
should see IL now.
"Dut sir Philip might not ike it," be.
gan tic girl.
Sabine laughed.
"Aly dear COZ, you mlSt not think that
there is an active hatred Oh ilc>ton'S part
against tie barrels, though certainly he
bears them no good VIII; moreover, Oar.
rclI himself is far too naughty to regard TIC
hatred of interiors.
lima however persisted in appealing to
Sir Philip. lie laughed.
~ our wish would be enough" he said
calamity, even, il had any objection; aud
hayc not Indeed. There is job llc,ton
at the DIOR, aud Icpl feeding chickens
outside"
Yes, there stood job llcston, with fold
cd arms, leaning against t1c door, and
watching the advancing riders Scrutinis.
mgiy, or rather watching Sir Philip and
lima, for the horses were coming up the
river bank ali abreast at Az easy trot, H.
ma riding between Darrell and Roland.
job licston's gypsy descent was plainly
marked on his face, aud 1t was not pleas
ant face; the brOws were heavy, the lips
thick, and the eyes sinister. Icph too
mad ceased from her occupation, and also
watched the riders. She knitted her Drows
and cruchcd her hands under her apron
rs she lookcd from the young squire to
lima.
"What am 7 to herr" she muttcrcd.-
"But, If the BARK Darrell lancic> her, she
would love him rather LhLn Roland Sabine.
VINO would not except for the car>c:"
"Zcph" said dob suddenly, startling
the girl from hcrangry thoughts.
"(cS, father"
WIhcy are coming here. siipDD,c thcy