The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-09-20
BELIEVING HIM FALSE,


had searched the world over. :" ....
paused, and looked with approving
eyes at the retreat had chosen for the
summer. 1t was rambling, pictur-
eSque house. standing quite distance
back from the road, and half hidden by
the thick foliage of the trees around 1t.
There was a grayelled path leading up
to the front entrance, on either side of
which were beds Of flowers in full
bloom; back in the distance ! caught
glimpses of green fields and orchards
laden with half-ripe fruit, and a line of
low blue bills bounding the horizon
| walked up the path and knocked at
the door, at first moderately, then, as
no one answered, more imperatively.
But my summons brought no one, and
after about ten minutes of impatient
waiting, stepped back and viewed the
house; the blinds were all closed there
seemed to be no trace of life about it.
Yet had sent word to Mrs. Morris, the
lady who had advertised, saying she
had "homelike accommodation for one
or two summer boarders," that was
coming. What did she mean by going
away?
gave another laundering rap at the
door, that met with no more success
than the preceding ones; then | was
turning away in disgust, wondering
what | could do with myself, when the
sound Of a sweet, full voice, singing,
broke on my ear.
listened eagerly; the sound came
from the rear Of the house FASTENED
in that direction, delighted to find that
there was some one nj home after all.
A wide portico extended across the
back of the house, tangle of honey
suckle vines growing over its columns
and the lattice-work at each end.
Sitting in low chair just in front of
the open door was a young girl, the
singer whose voice had guided me.
Such pretty girl! The fresh bloom
ing face made me think involuntarily of
wild rose, The sleeves of her light
calico dress were rolled up, showing q
pair of white dimpled arms, and the
pretty fingers were stained red from the
JULIUS ei'' was lIlNNlhS'
could have stood for an indefinite
period admiring the picture she made
and listening to her song; but the loud
barking of doc, that mad been lying at
her feet blinking in the sunlight, made
her raise her eyes.
stepped up ON the portico as she
looked AZ me, and raised my hat.
You must pardon me for intruding,"
/ said. 81 Knocked at the front door
for Il long time, and no one answered;
so came round uerc guided by your
singing. | am TIE gentleman who en-
gased apartments here for the summer
Brian Hathaway,
"Arc YOU Mr., Hathaway? Auntie
did not expect YOU until tomorrow"
che exclaimed, putting the dish of bcr'
ries on little table beside her and ris-
ing TO her feet
IL wrote that | was coming to-day"
declared.
Then it was her mistake. She has
gone TO spend the day at friends
house, but | will do my best to make
you comfortable until her return"
smiled, secretly, very much pleased
at having to be entertained by such
charming little creature, Then she led
the way into the house and upstairs to
large airy room with three windows,
overlooking the green fields, orchards,
and a narrow river that looked like a
silver ribbon stretching across the
country.
My hostess left me, and going to my
trunks, that had arrived the day before,
proceeded TO remove the traces of my
hot, dusty journey.
Occasionally, during this task, could
hear the sound of feet crossing the hall
below, and snatchcs Of song tloated up
TO me. smiled contentedly TO myself,
After my toilet was completed went
downstairs. A door on one side of the
hall was open, and entered cool,
shady little parlor; the room was ten
antess, but after a few minutes Of anX-
ious waiting, light step sounded in
the hall, and my little hostess entered.
She had changed the calico dress for
white muslin, and washed the pink
stains from her fingers, aud now she
sat down in chair near me, and talked
TO me in the dainty, gracious way that
sat so well upon her
In little while we were the best OF
friends; she played for me on the
piano that stood in one corner, and sung
some fayorite songs IN her clear, sweet
soprano
was an author Of some little fame
10 search Of change yet did not add
q single sentence 20 my story that night
when 4 went TO my room-instoad OF
writing eStinguished the light and sat
down at the open window 10 breathe
the dewy fragrant air and think Of May.
was twenty.elght years old, aud had
been the hero Of half-a.do1ep firtations,
none OF which had made the very
slightest impression on my heart, But
now, | owned TO myself frankly that ]
was really and truly In love with this
girl whom | had only known for an
afternoon.
Her face, with its luminous groy eyes,
wild rose color, and the deep dimple
that came In the left cheek whenever
she was pleased or amused, seemed &c
me the sweetest | had ever seen, and
determined that, II 1t were possible, ]
would win her for my wife
Come, May, let us take walk; here
Is your hat