The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-02-18

| WdH tell mel!
"Never!" cried Madeleine. "You are
strong man, and now rich one, and have
beggared us, Take your plumber, and
leave me'
"Qnick, answer me; the jewel room,
which is III"
He raised his dagger as he spoke.~
"Have pity, and leave me-"
"The ,oom--whch il III Tell met"
"Neverl You can kill met but You
cannot make me betray my benefactors."
Then die for your obstnacyw he cried,
phlnging the dagger into her heart.
With one low moan, Madeleine fell
backward on the floor. The murderer
stood for a second gazing at his work;
then, with a cry of horror, he pushed
back the bolt, opened the door, and rushed
down the pathway and out Of the gate
The lovely May moon soon threw lite
soft, silvery beams over the quiet cottage,
and. quivering through the windows,
shone on the motionless form, struck
down in its full strength and beauty,
Adrienne slumbered through the dark
iours, but the sunlight streaming over
her pillow disturbed her, and she awoke
Wits start, sitting up and calling "Mam-
ma" with all the strength she had.
There was no reply, Adrienne burst
into tears, then examined her dress, which
had not been changed for the little white
wrapper, lying, as Madeleine had folded
it, near her pillow The child grew fright.
ened and again tried to open the door,
tut in vain. Then she cried, and called
Mamma" till she was exhausted,
Suddenly the sound Of distant firing
broke on her ears, TIE cannouade had
commenced 1t was repetition Of the
terrible noise of Yesterday Thoroughly
frightened, Adrienne covered her head in
the blankets, and sobbed with terror.
Hours passed, he villagers were all on
the alert for ,ilagglers who would bring
news from the front, Household duties
were done between animated discussions
as TO the number engaged, the probable
presence of Marshal de SAKE with the
troops, and the chances Of victory for
| the French arp's,
! About nine o'clock Marie Meyer began
| 10 wonder wha, Madeleine was 30 busy
about, that che did not join the gossips at
/ their doors, or in the road. At length.
when ten O'clock struck from numerous
clocks in the neighborhood, she could no
longer restrain her curiosity. hut, leaving
her children, and calling 10 her nearest
neighbm to Join her. started for the cot
tage, followed by Annette Despard.
The open door invited them 10 enter.
Then the two women uttered a cry of bor-
lor, and hurried to thequie; figure, Meth
er suppoaing Madeleine to be dead, bat
rather fearing that fright had brought on
fainting ut.
The wound was deep and narrow, hav.
ing been made by a small, sharp dagger.
aud had not blel much The face Of the
dead woman was peaceful, almost smiling.
Her hands were sull casped as if in
prayer for mercy on her murderer
Sick with horror, the two women sank
on their knees and stared blankly at each
other,
"she ia dead! Madeleine is desd." they
said "who--who could have done ,hsi"
"And the child Ny God! the child"
cried Annette. sprngiue 10 the door OF
the sleeping room
"Why, It is bolted on this side OH
Marie, Marie, what can have happened
herel And We heard notbingw
"Go for help, Annette; call in come Of
the men Something must be done Il,
once"
Marie brought pillow from the high
bed, and gently placed the dead woman's
head upon IT. then growing courageous
with action she drew back the bolt and
looked into the next room, Adrienne lay
sleeping, her cheeks stained with tears,
her golden curIs falling over her fore.
head, Marie was hesitatng whether to
waken her suddenly, when the approach.
ing steps and voices saved her the trou-
lie. Adrenne opened her eyes as the
people crowded into the cottage, aud
jumping from the bed, ran ont into the
large room, not needing Marie's wait,
wait, Adrienne"
The child knelt beside her mother. the
awe.stricken group watching her, no one
daring to break the terrible stiffness.
Mamma! mamma Speak TO me, nam.
ma! Oh, why did you not come TO met"
She tried to open the marble eyelids with
her little hands, and failing, began 70 kiss
the cold Inns,
"What Is the matter with my mamma r.
ehe cried AT last rising and looking about
her.
"Oh, Adrienne my child, your poor
mamma ia dead" said Marie Meyer, her
voice breaking into soJs,
The words fell meaningless on the
cbild's ears, Ad,icnue only knew of life.
"DeaG,' she repeated again, sitting down
by tie holy. "Wlut is dcadl Can sic
not sOeukW
"AiIienue your mother will never
speak to you ngdin she is dead. my
child dead"
A. ii touched ly an electric flash, Adri-
emo rose, her little face braming with
tho natural sequence of The IDEAS. her lit
lie haad raised as /, to cOnn.ull attention.
Then, where 10 papaf
"Heaven knows; perhaps in Paris, but
more likely at Fontcuoy,'