The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-06-11
MONA SCULLY !;
OR,
The Irish Bride of an EngIishman.
A STORY OF THESE TIMES.
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But ON this picture, the beauty of
which is undeniable, Mickey 1.-THE bar
barian) looks with disfavor
If he's goin' TO squat there for the
night"--an' see livery prospect of it,
says Mickey to himself what on
airths goin' to become of mepn
Now Mickey's idea Of "raal grand"
scenery Is the kitchen fire. Bays and
rocks and moonlight, and such like COM
fortress stuff, would be designated by
him as ''all my eve an Betty Martin"
He would consider the buest water
that ever rolled poor thing if compared
to the water that boiled in the big ket-
tie, and sadly inferior to such cold wa
ter as might contain a "dhrop of the
craythur" So no wonder he views with
dismay Mr.. Rodney's evident intention
of spending another half hour or so on
the top Of Carrickdhuve.
Patience has its limits. Mickey's
limit comes quickly. When five more
minutes have passed. and the two in his
charge still make no sign he coughs re-
specially but very loudly behind his
hand. lie waits in anxious hope for
the result of this telling maneuver, but
not the fantest notice is taken of it.
Both Mona and Godfrey are deaf to the
pathetic appeal sent straight from his
bronchial tubes.
Mickey, as he grows desperate, grows
holder. He rises to speech.
Awe place, miss, will We soon be
comin?n
very soon, Mickey" saws Mona,
without turning her head. But, though
her words are satisfactory, her tone is
not. There is a lazy ring in it that
speaks of anything but immediate ac-
ton. Mickey disbelieyes in it.
Thin may go, MISS says Mickey.
"Oh, yes, you may co. says Mona.
Godfrey says nothing. He is looking
at her with curiosity, in which deep
love is mingled She is so utterly um.
IKE all other women he has ever met,
with Their pretty alterations and mock
modesties, their would-be hesitations
and Their final Weddings. She has no
idea she is doing anything that all the
world OF women might not do, and can
see no reason why She should dstrust
her friend just because he is a man.
Even as Geotlrey is looking at her.
fuil OF tender thought, one of the dogs,
as though dlylning the fact that she is
beng left somewhat alone, lays It's big
head upon her shoulder, and looks at
her with large loving eyes. Turning to
him IN response, she rubs her soft cheek
slowly up and down against his. Geof-
Trey with all his heart envies the dog
How she seems to love i'll how it
seems tn love her!
Mickey, il you are going. Won NAV
as well take the dogs with YOU" saws
Mona; they will want their suppers
Go, Spice when | desire YOU. Good
night, Allspicc; dear darling-see how
ne clings To me-
Finally the dogs are called off, and re-
luctantly follow the jubilant Mickey
down the hill,
Perhaps You are tired of staying
here" with conjunction, turning to
Godfrey, land would like to 90 home?
suppose every one cannot love this
spot as do Yes, rising, II am self
ish. DO come home"
Tired. says Godfrey, hastily, "no,
indeed. Who could tire Of anything so
divine? If ii is your wish. il is mine
also, that we should stay here for lit
tie while longer Then, struck by the
intense relief in her face, he goes on:
low you do enjoy the beauties of
Nature. DO you know have been
studying you since you came here, and
could see how your whole soul was
wrapped In the glory of the surround
ing prospect You had no thoughts
left for other ohjects--not even one for
me. For the first time" softly, II
learned TO be jealous Of inanlmate
things"
Yet was not so wholly engrossed
as you Imagine. thought Of YOU MANY
umes. For one thing, | felt glad that
you could see this place with my ewes
But have been silent. ! know; and
and ''iA
How Rome and Spain would enchant
you, watching her face intently. "and
switzerland, with its lakes and mount.
aims"
Yes. But shall never see them.
why not? You will 90 there. Der.
haps, when you are married"
NO" with a little pickering smile.
that has pain and sorrow in IL. Wfor
the simple reason that | shall never
But whyp" persists he.
Because because, though I am only
farmers niece, cannot bear farmers
and, OF course, other people would not
care for me.
THAT is absurd" says Rodney. Sand
your own words refute you. That man
called Moore cared for you, and very
great impertinence 1t was on his part"
"Why, you never even saw him, v says
Mona, opening her eyes.
mo; but / can fancy him. with his
horrid bald head. Now, you know, y