The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-06-18
CHAPTER TX.

II is only yesterday that the lovers
parted, and this IS Sunday. Geoiirey,
as true to Mona as the magnet to the
lOadStOne, crosses the rustic bridge that
leads into the Moore plantations, width.
er Bridget informs him, Mona has gone,
aud finds her sitting on bank, laugh
ing and trying to recover her breath
after an exciting chase after young
turkey which, evidently determined to
opcnd his Sunday out, had wandered
il this direction.
81 hardly think this is Sunday work, y
she says, lightly; but the poor little
thing would have died if left out all
night"
Yes, and might have haunted you
ever after, says Godfrey. Come, let
Us go for a walk"
$40 the old forty" asks Mons, start
ing to her feet.
Anywhere you like answers Geof-
frey.
So they start, in a lazy. happy-gO-
lucky fashion, for their walk, cOnvers-
ing as they 90, Of themselves principal
ly. as all true lovers will.
But the fort, on this evening at least
is never reached. Mona, coming TO a
stle, seats herself comfortably on the
top OF 1t, and looks with mild content
around
Are you going no farther" asks
Rodney, hoping sincerely she will say
NO" She does say it.
ut is so nice here" she says, with a
soft sigh, and dreamy smile, where
upon he climbs and seats himself beside
her. The evening is fine; the heavens
promise to be fair; the earth beneath is
calm and full of silence as becomes a
sabbath eve; yet, alas, Mona strikes a
chord that presently filings harmony to
the winds.
TEL me about your mother" she
says, folding her hands easily in her
lap. ~ mean-what is she like? Is she
cold, or proud, or stand-oH?n There is
keen anxiety in her tone.
"Eh?" says Godfrey, rather taken
aback "Coldn and proud he cannot
deny, even to himself are words that
suit his mother rather more than other
wise.
II mean" says Mona, flushing vivid
scarlet, lis she stern?n
ION, no, - says Godfrey, hastily, re-
covering himself just in time; she's all
llglll, you know, my mother; and YOU II
like her awfully when when you know
her, and when-whcn she knows YOU.
"Will that take her long," asks Mo-
ma, ,someWha nat wlstfully, feeling without
understanding, some want in his voice,
II don I see how it could take any one
long" says Rodney.
"Ah, that is because you are a man.
and because you love me- saws this as.
tute reader of humanity. "Bnt women
are SO different; SuppoSe-suppose she
never gets to like meYr
wen, even that awful misfortune
might be survived. We can live in oul
own nome AT ease rs the old song
says, untll she comes to her senses. BY
the bye, do you know You have never
asked me about your future home--my
own place, Leighton Hall? and vet il is
rather well worth asking about, be-
cause, though small, it is one of the old.
est and pretliest places in the country. y
leighton Hall. " she repeats, slowly
fixing upon him her dark eyes that are
always so lull Of truth and honesty
But you told me you were poor, that
third son.-----N
Wasn't mnch, y interrupted Godfrey
with an attempt at calelcssness that
rather falls through beneath the gaze OF
those searching eyes, "Wcll, no more
he is, You know, as a rule, unless som,
kind relative comes to his assistance
"Bnt you told me no maiden aunt hat
ever come to your assistance" says Mo.
ma, remorsefully,
'ln that spoke the truth" says Mr.
Rodney, with shameless laugh, "be
cause II was an uncle who left me somt
money"
"You have not boon quite true with
me, says Mona, in curious way, never