The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-21
III there are any," repeats she, un-
moved.
CHATTER II.

breath OF waking DAY SUITS tne Wiue
air. On bush and tree and opening
flower the dew lies heavily, like dia-
monds glistening in the light Of the
round sun Thin clouds Of pearly haze
float slowly DER the sky to meet its
rays. and
Envious siresks
Do lace the severipg clouds In yondcr cast
Godfrey, with his gun upon his shout
der. trudges steadily onward, rejoicing
in the freshness of the morning air.
His good dog is at his heels; boy
procured from some neighboring cabin,
and warranted not to wear out, however
long the journey TO be undertaken or
how many tie miles to trayel--c9rTies
his bag beside him. Game as yet is not
exactly plentiful there Is, indeed, "A set
tied uncertainty as to whether one
may or may not have good days sport.
And yet this very uncertainty gives an
additional excitement TO the game.
Here and there pack is discovered,
so Unexpectedly as to be doubly well
come. And sometimes a friendly ma
tive will tell. him of some quiet corner
where 'his honor will surely find some
birds. IAN be able in the eVenin' 10
show raison for his blazin'" 1t Is a
somewhat wild life, but a pleasant one,
and perhaps, on the whole, Mr.. Rodney
finds Ireland an agreeable take-in, and
the inhabitants of it by no means as
eccentric or as blood-thirsty as he has
been led to believe, He has read In
Vulnerable works on the Irish peasant
ry, calculated to raise laughter III the
breasts Of those who claim the Emerald
isle as their 0wn--works written by
people who have never seen Ireland, or,
having seen it, thought it a pity TO de-
stroy the glamour time has thrown over
it, and so reduce il to commonplaceness
He is. for instance, surprised, and in
deed somewhat relieved, when he dis
covers that the drivers Of the jaunting-
cars that take him on his shooting eX-
petitions are not all modern Joe Mil
lers, and do not let off witty remarks,
like bomb-shells, every two minutes.
He is perhaps disappointed in that
every Irish cloak does not conceal
face beautiful as an houri's. And he
learns by degrees that only one in ten
says ''bedad, y and that och. murther'"
is an expression almost extinct.
Altogether, things are very diSap-
pointing; though perhaps there is com
fort in the thought that no one is wait
ing round corner, or lying perdu in a
ditch. ready'to smash the first conner
with blackthorn stick or reduce him
10 submission with a pike, irrespective
Of cause or reason.
Rodney, with the boy at his side, is
covering ground in state of blissful
uncertainty. He may be mile from
home, or ten miles for all he knows,
and the boy seems none the wiser.
Where are we now?" says Geoffrey,
stopping suddenly and facing the boy
II don't know, sir"
But you said YOU knew the entire
locality-couldn't be puzzled within a
radius of thirty miles. How far are we
from homer"
II don't know, sir. ! never was
abroad before, an I'm dead bate now,
and the bags like lead"
You're nice boy, you are" says
Mr.. Rodney. Here, give me the bag!
Perhaps you would like me to carry you
too; but | Shan't, so you needn't ask me.
Are you hungry2n
NO" says the boy valiantly; but he
looks hungry, and Geolfreys heart
Smites him, the more in that he is starv-
ing likewise
Come little farther he says, gent
| ly, singing the heavy bag across his
own shoulders. There must be a farm.
house somewhere
There is. In the distance, imbeddet
in trees, lies an extensive farmstead
larger and more home-like than any hi
has yet seen.
"Now then, cheer up, Paddy he says
to the boy; "yonder lies an oasis Ia oul
bowling wilderness"
Whereat the boy smiles and grim
consumedly, as though charmed will
his companions metaphor, though il
reality he understands it not at all.
AS they draw still nearer Godfrey be
comes aware that the farm-yard befor
him is rich with life. Cocks are crow
ing, geese are cackling, and in the mids
of all this life stands girl with he
back turned to the weary travellers,
"Wait here" says Godfrey to hi
squire, and, going forward, rests tn
bag upon wall and waits until tn
= girl in question shall turn her head
When she does move he is sti
, silent, for, behold, she has turned h,
: head!
. She is country bred, and clothed I
country garments, yet her beauty is to
, great to be deniable. She is not ID
vinely tall but rather of mediur
height, with an oval face, and eyes O
, heavens own blue She is clad in
, snowy gown OF simple cotton, that sit
: loosely to her lissom figure yet fails t
disguise the beauty Of it. A whit
: kerchief lies softly on her neck. Sh
Y has pulled up her sleeves, so that he
arms are bare--her soft, round make
II arms that in themselves are a perfeC
/. picture She is standing with her hea
. ! ,,,an I, lnp no .l., O.,