The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-07-30

rs she ny hcrSellY Is there nobody
living with herr asks MOua somewhat
herVouSly.
"WeIl, practically speaking, no. But
| believe she has a sister somewhere,n
At this point the house comes in
view, and conversation languishes. The
women give small touch TO their furs
and laccs, the men indulge in a final
yaWn that Is to last them until the
gates Of Anadale close behind them
again,
A terrace runs along one side Of the
house, which is exposed to view from
the avenue, And here, with gaunt
but handsome greyhound beside her,
stands girl tall and slim, yet beauti-
fully nodded, Her eyes are gray, yet
might at certain moments be termed
blue. Her mouth is large, but not I'M
pleasing. Her hair is quite dark, and
drawn back into loose and artistic
coil behind. She is clad in an impossl-
bic gown Of sage green, that clings
closely to her slight figure, nay, almost
desperately, as though afraid to lose
her.
one hand is resting lightly with
family theatrical touch upon the head
Of the lean greyhound, the other is
raised to her forehead as though TO
shield her eyes from the bright sun.
Altogether she is a picture, which, If
slightly suggestive Of artifciality, is yet
very nearly perfection. Mona is there
fore agreeably surprised, and, being rs
all her nation is susceptible to out
ward beauty, feels drawn towards this
odd young woman in sickly green, with
her canine friend beside her.
Lady Lilias, slowly descending the
steps with the hound Egbert behind
| her. advances TO meet Lady Rodney.
She greets them all with solemn cor
diality that impresscs everybody but Mo-
ma. who is gazing dreamly into the
! gray eyes OF her hostess and wondering
vaguely if her lips have ever smiled.
| Her hostess in return is gazing at her.
| perhaps in silent admiration of her soft
| l0yelness.
"Iou will come first and see Philip
! pay' she SAYS, in a slow, peculiar tone
that sounds as if it had been dug up
| and is quite an antique in its own way.
1t savors of dust and feudal days Every
| one says he or she will be delighted,
and all try TO look as if the entire hope
! of their existence IS Centered in the
thought that they shall soon lay longing
eyes on Philippe, whose name is in re-
ality Anne. but who has been re-Christ-
ened by her enterprising sister, Anne
is all very well for everyday life, or for
| BIue-beard' S siSter-in-law; but Pmlippa
is art to the very highest description. so
PLihppa she is, poor soul, whether she
| likes II or not.
She has sprained her ankle. and is
now lying on a couch in a small draw
| ing-rOom as the ROdneys are ushered in.
She is rather glad TO see them, az life
| with an intense sister Is at times try
| ing. and the Tituallstic Curate is from
home So she smiles upon them, and
manages to look as amiabe as plain
| people ever can look
The draWing-roOm is very much the
same as the ordinary run Of drawing
rooms. at which Mona feels distinct dis
appointment, until glancing at Lady
| LlilaS she notices shudder Of disgust
run through her frame.
II really cannot help il, she explains
| TO Mona, IN her usual slow voice lit all
otfends me so. But Philippe must be
| hunOrcd All these glazing colOrs and
| hlCeous pieces OF furniture take my
breath away, And the light. By
| and 10y you must come to some of my
| rooms, but first, If you are not tired |
should like you to look at my garden,
That Is. if YOU can endure the cold
They don't want TO endure the cold.
| 0ul what can they saw Politeness for
| bids secession of any kind and, after a
| lew words with the sanity Philippe,
They follow their guide in all meekness
| through halls and corridors out into the
| garden she most affects.
And truly IT is very desirable gar
len. aud well worth a visit. II is like a
! thought from another age.
| J eW-trees- grown till they form high
walls are cut and shaped in prim and
perfect order, some like the walls Of an
Gent Troy, some like steps Of stairs
Little doors are opened through them
and passing in and out one walks on
for mile almost, until one loses ones
way and grows puzzled how to extricate
ones self from so charming a maze.
Here and there are basins of water on
which lilies can lie and sleep dreamily
through warm and sunny day. A sun
dial, old and green with honorable age,
uprears itself upon a chilly bit of sward.
Near 1t lie two gaudy peacoCks fast
asleep, All seems far from the world,
droWsy, careless, indifferent to the
weals and woes Of suffering humanity,
ut is like the garden of the palace
whore the Sleeping Beauty dwelt, "
whispers Mona to Molly; she is delight
ed, charmed, lost in admiration
You are doing it beautifully keep
1t up, whispers he back; shell give
you something nice if you sustain that
look for five minutes longer, Now
she is looking, hury-make haste--put
it on again.
81 am not pretcnding.n says Mona,
Indignantly, 4" ! am delighted. 1t is the
mos, enchanting place ever saw.
Really lovely
81 didn't think it was in YOU" de-
clares Mr., Darling, with wild but sup
pressed admiration. You would make
your fortune ON the stage. Keep it up,
! tel you; it couldn't be better"
Us IT possible you see nothing TO adj
mire?" says Mona, with intense disgust.
VI do. More than ! can express. !
see YOU retorts he; at which they both
give way to merriment, causing Geof-
frey who is walking with Lady Lilias,
to dodge behind her back and bestow
upon them an annihilatng glance that
Molly afterwards describes as a 'lurid
glare"
10 be Continued