The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-07-15
"She said so, Mark"
"Then why did she vanish aWavYv

ly and perceived one OF the horses had
bolted with its fair rider, All the rest,
not needing the riding-master's angry
protest, were screaming and galloping
after her. Such row, Mark, naturally
made the horse worse. AS to the poor
girl, she seemed paralyzed; her veil had
blown up, revealing white, set, terri
fled but oh, so lovely face, Her eyes
were fixed straight in front, until
sprang forward. Then they rested up
on me, aud | caught the words--words
like music:
ION, pray save me if you can
"a moment after the horse bore
down on me full butt. But | was pre-
pared. ] grasped the rein close to the
bit, and swung the brute round. AS |
did so, the girl fell off her saddle into my
arms But oh, the glance, she gave me
out Of her dark eyes, Mark | was in
love from that moment. | let the horse
90, for the riding or anybody
else to catch, while | supported her who
| felt was my destiny. | should have
liked to have supported her until now,
but | was not allowed to FIVE minutes.
A lot of women came chattering round,
for the girl had tainted AT the same
time carriage halted, and the lady in
it, who had seen the accident, offered to
drive her home. 1t was quite right,
but | didn't thank her. ] managed,
however, to ascertain that she whom
had saved was pupil at large school
in Brighton, and | need not say, Marx,
/ did not hurry away from that town:
On the contrary stopped. Again ana
again | saw her who after that one
glance held such sway over me, AT The
school was a good-hearted housemaid,
who, taking pity on me, carried my leu
ters and brought me answers 70 them.
Once she managed an interview for us
in the school-ground. l confessed my
love, | learned that my passion was re-
turned, then our interview was cut
short by signal from the housemald.
I'VE parted. Mark, and since then
have never again met
Never, Mr.. Phily Why, that's two
years ago." :,
Exactly. On returning to my hotel
the Bedford i found telegram
awaiting me, My uncle had been thrown
from his horse. The injury he had Sus-
tanned was, the doctor thought, not Sc
rious, but Mr.. Bathurst wanted me TO
come. ! went, of course, writing from
Bathurst to my beloved under cover TO
the housemaid, explaining the cause OF
my absence, and, giving her my address,
begged her to reply No answer, how
ever, came. Not the least notice was
taken of my communication, A little
over week was again in Brighton,
haunting the school. saw the pupils
start on their daily walk, but my dar--
ling was not there. Was she Ill! ! laid
wait for the houSemaid. Again failure;
she too had disappeared.
Driven to desperation, finally | went
boldly to the school, and asked for the
principal. Then it all came out. Oh,
Marx, what row there was Miss
Dawes, a lean, long, prim woman, with
curls like front, heaped no end Of
ladylike abuse upon me. 1t seemed that
something had created Miss Dawes's
suspicious. She had watched, inter
cepted my letter, and had discovered
everything. In vain | protested the
honor of my intentions, my love; it but
added to her wrath. | entreated an in
terview with her pupil. She absolutely
screamed.
Sir she exclaimed, you have done
your best TO ruin the moral standing of
my establishment, but, praise Heaven,
circumstances have preyentedyour sue
ceeding.'
she was a wicked old woman, Marx,
to, that, considering what the cir
cumstances were.
We'll, she showed me the door, and
for nearly another week | fruitlessly
haunted The place, hoping to get news,
Regardless Of Miss Dawes's frOwns, |
made it point always to meet her pu-
pills in their walk. Among them was
dark, bright-eyed, pretty girl, who APP
peared perfect repository Of fun. She
looked at me at first coquettishly, next
curiously, next interestedly; finally, |
felt sure, with meaning. | watched
hoping, and one day found her walking
as demurely as little mouse by the
side Of Miss Dawes at the tail Of the
twenty young ladies. AS she saw me,
however, quick meaning glance shot
from the corner of her laughing eyes,
and, as rapidly slipping her hand behind
her, she dropped folded paper.
Two minutes after, had picked 1t
up; before another had read written
on 1t.
"SN kSlGHT or THE DoLRPUL CoUNTE-
NANCE;-lf am right In my surmise, you are
searching for one who IL no longer here,
Nearly fortnight ago she was fetched away
10 her father, who was dying. ". La,lbruok.
crescent, London, Is not hundred miles
away from her residence. Don't bctray me-
Hardly had finished than the girls
came marching back Ny kind friend
sent glance in my direction. | let my
eyes answer her, and tore up her com
lnunlcation after putting 1t to my lips,
that She might see Size was safe. That
same evening was in London, Marx.
And didn't YOU lind her, Mr.. PHIL
No, was too late sighed Philip
Bathurst; II found the house shut up
and TO let lnquiring, | learned that
her father had died, that week back
he had been buried, and that an uncle
had taken her | loved away; where,
none could inform me, save that 1t was
| believed to Australia. For month
searched and inquired with no better
result, 50 gave up IN despair"
But Why didn't the young lady write
TO YOU, Mr., philt"
"Because Mark, ! had never thought
OF giving her my address here
Then, us my opinion, Mr.. Phil
you'd better take Miss McCrea.r
NO, Mark, never, - calculated philiJ
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VI II not sell myself and my host fec