The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-03-12
HOW TIE SHIP CAME IN.

more and shc broke quito down.
have been very rude TO you," she said
~ am sorry--and you have been 50 kind ;
but you can not know how hard Il Is TO he
made to feel as you make INC feel w'ho It
knowing It. 1 must tell you how Il is"
abe went on, as she met his look Of sur.
prise and remonstrance. ut Is not your
fault I know that, for only 10 look at you
makes me bitter and miserable; and how
should you be TO blamcf You see il Is
somehow this why: I'm not clever or beau.
tiful, but I've got something In me that
keeps me from taking kindly TO the folks
about here; aad when see q gentleman or
lady coming from the world you live in,
have sort OF feeling come over me that
could have been like them il I had been
bred 10 it. / hate 1t all so here, and yet |
shall never make different life for myself.
I'm not one Of those that can bend things
and make path for themselves. ! can
only grow where I've been planted; and
yet ! Know, oh, I know that | would have
blossomcd and bloomed into a different
creature ii had breathed different aif.
! think the ocean Is the only thing |
love, the only thing have to turn TO. You
Gee how life Is here, how hard and mean
and bare II is; and when you came you
made me feel as IL l had stood always
without q high WALL that suddenly a door
had opened and saw paradise within,
and yet | could not Snter. You have made
me realize what the world might be--is to
como people--anl Il has made me bite.
and unjust; but | will not be so any
longer. Twill ask your forgiveness Tor my
rude ways, and you will grant it,"
"Sureiy, surely, If you wish IL; but
what you have said only makes me sorry
and fills me with desire to give you pleas.
urc--.to put more things like this into your
life" touching the flowers in her lap. ado
you Understand"
More perfume?" she said, smiling sad.
ly through her tears.
"Yes. perfume and color. You dontun.
dcrstand French, do you 2" murmuring to
himself, Tout % qui cmbauu,e, chan,e G,
vayonns." ~
mo. but like the sound of those
words"
Well, the sound and meaning are in
harmony. But, putting French aside,
wish you would let me teach you a little bit
Of drawing, and l have some books
here"
"Do you think colhd learn to draw"
Certainly, why not' You have such q
good eye, l am almost sure You could.
You were quite right about the fault IN my
sketch the other day; and then you shall
repay me for my instructions by letlingme
make study Of the color of your hair"
my hair!" she said, coloring with sur.
prise and pleasure.
"Ycs, 1t is such peculiar and exquisite
shade. Did no one ever tell you SO beiorc?"
mo one" she said, almost to herself II
was the first grain OF incense any man had
ever burned before her; the orange bios
SONS had intoxicated her senses with their
odor, but the perfume of homage rose in a
cloud and rolled over her soul. how dc
licious II was to her!
They talked on till the last rays Of the
sun had disappeared and nothing was lett
but q lingering glow; then came supper,
and Meg SC, about her work with buoy.
snry Of heart and lightness Of step most
unwonted. The days were changed from
that hour, and seemed all sunshine. In
every way Arthur contributed pleasure and
Joy to Meg's life; he was aslridc his pct
hobby and was riding it at a ga!lop. He
taught her little drawing and showed her
the contents Of his portfolios; lie lent her
books, books that one did not have to be
wise TO enjoy, but which opened up vistas
OF thought and feeling 10 her hitherto fast
closed; he brought, by his daily courtesy
and graci0usness, a world OF beauty into
her life; she learned to look at herself as .
woman as well as female, as a creature
with sensations and ideas as we'll as hands
and feet. The orange blossom, without his
intending II, was type Of what he did for
her. She looked at nature through lis
eyes, through the media of cultivation and
taste, and SO 1t became TRANSPORTED TO h.cr.
Dear as the rocks and the sea had always
been, they were dearer now than ever. To.
gether they explored the rugged coast,
sometimes on foot, sometimes in small
sail boat which she managed to perfection,
thereby winning many compliments from
Middleton. He enjoyed it all immensely;
u was just the distraction which he had
desired, and he embraced ii eagerly He
was full of plans for Meg's future improve.
hcnt and pleasure, plans at which he
vaguely limited, but OF which he did not
speak definitely. lie was proud Of his sue
cess; he was pleased with himself and in.
ercsted In her, and for him the days glided
.apidly by until the end of his Third and
asst month doomed up before him. And
what was the summers work on herr Far
,ther aud different What to him was an
episode was 10 her the beginning of H.;
What was but u ripple on his surface la
stlrreu =, depths profoundly. hc was
clothed with q glory and power not his
own individual possession, but, the heir
Of all the ages" he seemed to her the en-.
bodimcnt of all her dreams and longngs,
She never stopped to think or struggle
again after he had brought her the flowers;
she simply lived as she had never lived be.
fore, enjoying every moment alive at every
pore, drinking grccdily from the cup he
held to her lips and growing thirsticr at
every draught, content with the present
more than content, unlnindlul of tho future
and forgctlul Of the past
The late August days had come, with
their gorgeous hues Of sea and sky, and on
the afternoon Of one of them Arthur Mid.
dleton was leaning against the doorpost OF
the cottage watching the sun sink over the
ocean. The line Of light across tho tossing
water seemed to lead his thoughts along il,
and he strained his eyes till 1t was lost in
the distance and he himself lost in u
reverie
What are you thinking Of, Mr.. Middle.
tonf" said Meg timldly. She had been
watching him for several minutes, and ho
mad not been conscious OF her scrutiny.