The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-28
THE DAILY CAIRO BULLETIN SUNDAY MORNING. MAY Is 1882

scratch on me; and--I have no shoes or
stockings on me either, II you must
know alll' il
She farms from him wrathfully; and
Geolfrey, disguised with himself, steps
back and makes no reply.
There; do go awayln, says this wood,
land goddess. II am sick of you and
your stupidity
II am sure l don't wonder" says
Godfrey, very humbly. IL beg your
pardon thousand times; and--good-
bye, Miss Mona"
She turns involuntarily, through the
innate courtesy that belongs to her
ace, to return his parting salutation,
and, looking at him, sees a tiny spot OF
blood trickling down his forehead from
the wound received awhile since.
On the instant all is forgotten-cha-
grin, shame, shoes and stockings, every
thingl Springing to her little naked
feet, she goes TO him, and, raising her
hand, presses her handkerchief against
the ugly stain.
ut has broken out again." she says,
nervously II am sure--I am certain
it is a worse wound than you imagine.
Ali do 90 home, and get it dressed"
"But / shouldn't like any one to touch
it except you,' says Mr.. Rodney, truth
fully. Gwen now. as your fingers
press it, | feel relief"
"Do your" asks Mona, earnestly.
Honestly, | do"
"Then lust turn your back for one
moment" says Mona,. simply, "ana
when my shoes and stockings arc on III
60 home with you an battle 1t. Now,
don't look round, for your life |"
''Is thy servant dog, that he should
do this thingw quotes Mr.. Rodney, and
Mona, having got into her shoes, she
tells him he is at liberty to follow. her
across the rustic bridge lower down
that leads from the wood into Mangle
Farm.
"You have spoiled your gown on my
account, says Godfrey, surveying her
remorsefully; land such pretty gown,
too. don't think ever saw you look
ing sweeter than you look to-day. And
now your dress is ruined, and it Is all
my fault" ,
appearancep" says Mona, with her old
gay laugh. "You compel me to retail
ate. Just look at yourself. Did you
ever see such regular pickle as you
are2"
In truth he Is. So when he has ac-
knowledged the fact, they both laugh,
with the happy enjoyment of youth, at
their own discontinue, and go back to
the cottage good friends once more. On
the middle of the rustic bridge before
mentioned he stops her, to say unex-
pectedly;
ado you know by what name l shall
always call you in my thoughtsY
To which she answers, mo. How
should II But tell me-"
"'Bonnie Lesley the poet says Of
her what | think of YOU"
"And what do you think Of me?" She
has grown little pale, but her eyes
have not left his.
ITO see her Is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For nature made her what she ia,
And ne'er made sic anither,"
quotes Godfrey, in low tone, that has
something in it almost startling, SO full
is it of deep and earnest feeling.
Mona is the first TO recover herself.
THAT is pretty verse;" she says,
quietly. But / do not know the poem,
! should like to read it,"
Her tone, gentle but dignifed. stead
| les him,
ii have the book dat contains 1t at
Coolnagurtheen," he says, somewhat
subdued "Shall bring it to YOU"
Yes. You may bring it to me-to-
morrow" returns she, with the faintest
hesitation, which but enhances the
value of the permission, wherein his
heart once more knows hope and con-
tent.