The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-06-11


| the last five minutes.
The moon has gone behind cloud.
the road Is almost wrapped in complete
gloom, when voice, coming from an.
parently nowhere, startles them, and
brings them back from visions of inn
possible bliss to the present very posi-
| bic world.
"llist, Miss Mona hist. says this
voice close at Mona's ear. She starts
violently.
"Oh, Paddyp' she says, as a small
figure, unkempt, and only half clad
creeps through the hedge and stops
short in her path.
Don't go on, miss" saws the boy.
with much excitement. Don't ye l
see We comm, an, no matter what they
do to me, says to meself, I'll warn her
surely. They're waitn' for the agint
below an maybe they might mistake
ye for some one else in the dark, an do
We some harm"
"Who are they waiting forY" asks
Mona, anXiously.
For the agint, miss. Oh, if you tell
on me now they'll kill me. Maxill, ye
know; me lords agint"
"Waiting-fOr what? Is it to shoot
him. asks the girl breathlessly.
Eyes, miss. Oh, Miss Mona, If We
bcthray me now twill be all up wild me.
FegS an intirely, miss, they'll murdher
me out NV hand
II won't betray you, she says "You
may trust me. Where are they sta
tionedy'
"Down below in the hollow, mss-jst
behind the hawthorn bush. Go home
some other way, Miss Mona; they're
bint on blood
And, if so,what are you doing here?"
says Mona, reprOvlngIy.
"Ony WatChln', miss, to see what
they'll do. confesSeS he, shifting from
one foot to the other, and growing
palpably confused beneath her search
ing gaze.
rs it murder you want TO see?' asks
she, slowly in Mortified tone. go
home, Paddy. Go home to your moth
en- Then, changing her censuring
manner to one of entreaty, she says,
softly, go, because ask YOU
I'm off, miss, says the miscreant,
and, true to his word, darts through the
hedge again like shaft from a bow,
and, scurrying through the fields, is
soon lost to sight.
Come with me-" says Mona to Rod
ney; and with an air of settled determi-
nation, and hard look on her usually
mobile lips, she moves deliberately to-
wards the hawthorn-bush, that is about
quarter of mile distant.
Mona, says Rodney, divining her in
tent. stay you here while | 90 and ex-
nnctt,1ata Nrith fhnua man - lat,
darling, and their blood is up, and they
may not listen to you. Let me speak to
them"
"You do not understand them" re-
turns she, sadly. And | do Besides,
they will not harm me. There is no fear
OF that. | am not at all afraid of them.
And must speak to them
He knows her sufficiently well to re-
frain from further eXpostulation, and
just accompanies her silently along the
lonely road,
tits l. Mona Scully," she calls aloud,
when she is within a hundred yards of
the hiding-place. Tim Ryan. come
here; | want you"
1t is mere guess on her part-Sup-
ported certainly by many tales she has
heard of this Ryan of late, but guess
nevertheless. 1t proves, however, TO be
correct one. A man, indistinct, but
unmistakable, shows himself on the top
Of the wall, and pulls his foreloCk
through force of habit.
"What are you doing here, Tim?"
says Mona, bravely calmly, at this hour,
and with-yes, do not seek to hide it
from me-a gun! And you too, Carthy,"
pcering into the darkness where anoth-
er man, less pluCky than Ryan, lies con-
cealed. "Ah! you may well wish to
shade your face, since it is evil you have
in your heart this night
DO We name to inform on us?n saws
Ryan, slowly, who is man of a villain
Gus couutenance, laying his hand inn
pulSlvely upon his gun, and glancing at
her and Rodney alternately with muir
der in his eyes.
You should know better than to APP
ply the word 'intormer' to one of my
blood, she says, coldly, speaking TO
Ryan WITHOUT a tremor in her voice.
Il know that, says Ryan. sullenly.
But what of him?' pointing to Rodney,
the ruilianly look still on his face, The
Engllshman, name Is he sure? It's
life for a life, afther all, when every
thing is towld.n
Tim she says, "what have | ever
done to you that you should seek to
make me unhappy
II have nothing to do with you. Go
your ways. 1t is with him | have TO
settle, says the man, morosely.
"But I have TO do with him" says
Mona, distinctly
AT this, in spite Of everything, Rod
ney laughs lightly, and, taking her
hand in his draws it through his arm.
There is love and trust and great con
tent in bis laugh.
"Eh," says Ryan; while the man
whom she has called Carthy-and who
up to this time has appeared DESTROYS
OF conccaIlng himself from view-now
presses forward and regards the two
with lingering scrutiny
Nv ny, What have you to do with her?n
says Ryan, addressing Rodney, CLEAN
OF something that Savors of amusement
showing itself even in his ill-fayored
face. For an Irshman, under all cir
cumStanCes, dearly loves IA counting.
BON mot, and brOil."
This much" says Rodney, laughing
again; II am going to marry her, with
her leave"
If that be so, she'll make you keep
from spllttin on u.s." says the man.
$50 now 60; we've work in hand to-
night not fit for her eyes"
Mona shudders, and seeing further
talk is useless, slips her hand into Rod