The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-10-28
CHAPTER lX.

1t was on the afternoon of the day
when Lady Langley, seated on a heap
| of shawls beneath the ruined keep, re-
lated a portion Of Lord Alphugton' :
| history that Mrs, Lcm0nt, in restless
mood. paced to and fro in the drawing
room in Westbourne Grove.
She appeared troubled and uneasy.
Every now and then she stopped III her
impatient walk to look from the win"
dow. TO every sound that came from
below she listened intently.
About the room were signs or ap-
preaching departure. \ large box con-
tanning many of the articles OF luxury
which Bertha had noticed When, SAe
called stood open on the floor. Mrs
Lcmont seemed to have been Just en-
gagged in packing it. Through the half
open folding-doors other boxes were
visible, some already corded. The lit
tie white poodle had been left as lega-
cy to the people in the china-shop.
Mrs. Lemont was not really fond of an
imals-the dog had been only a tempo
rary caprice. The cage OF Java spar
rows stood outside the door. covered
with green baize, ready to travel under
| the charge of the maidservant. togeth-
er with a collection OF parcels, bags,
and band-boXes, enough for hall doz-
ell people to look after.
The clock on the chimney-plece rang
out five: then another quarter chlmed,
and still Mis-. Lemont continued her
restless pacing.
WHY does he not Gomez" she muir
INJURED, half aloud, as if, oppressed by a
sense of loneliness, she was lmpelied TO
address the inanimate objects around
her. lie said he would be here TINS
afternoon. He told me to be ready TO
go away with him, and | am ready.
She pressed her open palms to her
temples, and then to her heart, signing
deeply.
Il know he no longer cares for me
that he would rather | was out OF his
way" she continued to herself: And
|? Is it possible that love him stlll,
after all these years of oppression,
a., neglect, and misery? | scarcely Know
whether love or hate him. He may
| try me too far"
She stood for awhile leaning against
| the frame of one of the windows, gaz-
ing into the busy street below. Omnl.
| buses. cabs, carts, ratified past WithOut
ceasing; a continual stream OF foot
passengers hustled each other along the
| pavement; customers went in and on!
of the opposite shops. Without, all
was life and animation; within, isola-
ton and a dreary void.
AT last doube-knOck was heard at
| the street door. Mrs. Lemont started
as if her ears had not been strained To
| catch the sound. She went to side
table on which stood decanter and
| glasses, and, pouring out glass OF
wine, hastily swallowed it; and then
she threw herself into an easy-chair as
she heard steps quickly ascending the
stairs.
The door opened and young mar
| entered. closing the door again behind
him with slam. Mrs. Lemont rose tc
meet him, but without any appearance
of the impatience she had previously
displayed.
you are late" she said. 81 have
been expecting you for some time"
lie met her with kiss-one thai
might be called matter-of-c
kiss, for it was given and received az
| such.
Mrs. Lemont returned to her seat
and her visitor drew chair up to thu
table,
II told you | would come. I didn't
tell Won at what time. because didn
know myself" was his reply to her OBJ
ServatiOn.
He was man Of about six-and
! twenty years of age, rather tall ant