The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-02-23

refinement, and thinks this very pleas
ant. She would never make a Joan of
Are"
But Ellen quite unconscious Of the
critical shepherdess on the iantcl, went
calmly about her work, and cleaned.
and swept and busted. aud BACKED, in
astyle that sunk her lower than ever Ia
Nellies opinion
After awhile came in girl about
Nellie's own age fair and plump, and
round, soft, brown eyes, and lovely hair
curling around such sweet, pink and
white face, that Nellie would have liked
10 have embraced heron the spot had
that been possible. As she knew eyefv-
thing else, Nellie presently OWNED that
It was Ellen's sister, Grace, and won
dered more than ever 10 find so ethe-
real creature related 10 n vulgar, low
minded person like Ellen.
Grace held some knitting in her hand
but she threw il aside in moment and
flung herself on the trundle-bed tjat
her sister had Just made up.
That's too bad of isge, She Sid.
laughing: "but | know YOU are as pa
tient as job, Mercy how YOU do work.
You are perfect miracle TO me. You
have been at work since daylight; and
here ! am, tired out already, though
haven't done thing but dress my.
self"
Nellie began tc think her not so
much OF an angel after all.
I'm just vexed 10 death besides;'
went on Grace. II can't 90 to Annie
Warmers tonight, because my boots
are SO shabby. | heard the girls laugh
ing about them the other night when I
danced; spiteful things They were
vexed because John Haight was so at
tehtive; and he will be there tonight,
but | cant 60. If ever do have a
chance, there is always some reason
why can't improve it,
Again the china-blue eyes looked in
to Ellen's heart, and saw there ripple
in the lake. She was thinking of GER
tain little savings of hers that were TO
have re-trmmed her hat
Edgar Britain had asked her to 90
that evening to the theatre. She could
not 60 unless her hat was trimmed, and
she had thought of little else for the last
week; for she had never attended a
place of amusement in the TWENTY-FIVE
years of her life; but then Grace would
be so disappointed and she was young,
and so Ellen said cheerfully.
"Never mind, Oracle; you can have
my money, and go to Armies and dance
10 your hearts content"
But what will you do with your
hat?n
"Oh! wear it az 1t Is.
What. to the theatreP"
II will not 60"
THAT will be too bad, groaned
Grace. II do believe | am m0nstrous
selfish; but You are such dear, good,
self-sacriticing creature, you won't
mind it, | know II always seems SO
easy for You to give up things; and do
so want to go, II only to spite the girls"
She's positively ugly thought Mel
lie. indignantly.
That's true womar's reason
said merry voice. "'Pon my word I
shall begin to be afraid Of even our lit
tie Mother Hubbard. Who knows but
she will turn out little shrew on nv
hands after all "
"Oh! ha' you're beginning to find ont
are you9 said Grace with an odd look.
Don't expect me to help you through.
You must make your own discoveries
for yourself; | shan't tell on Ellen
Something like cloud OF suspicion
fitted across Edgar Brittan's face, and
Ellen colored slightly; for this was the
hundredth time that Grace her play
ful, childish way-had limited that FL |
lens serene and unwavering patience
was only the mask of secret tyranny
and temper. An unfortunate silence
fell over tho party, broken only by
Grace's getting up with an affected
laugh.
Three spoils company, so I had
best withdraw. hope | shall never be
1t makes people so terribly
stupid.
Ellen went on with her work. Ed.
gar hesitated and moved uneasily around
at a loss what to say next
You will be ready in season to-
night, he remarked at last. The thea
re is always crowded, you know"
Il am not going" answered Ellen.
Not going"
"No. ! am very sorry--very much
(here Ellen's voice falter-
I'd llttle), but something has happen
I'd that makes 1t impossible.
What is the something's"
"Oh! nothing of importance that
ST would rather not tell YOU Edgar"
always always evasions,r
be retorted angrily. II think you told
The truth, and that is nothing OF import
ance, only you don't wish to 90. You
are good, Ellen, but you are cold as
marble. / don't believe you love me-
Il am sorry YOU think so, Edgar"
why should think otherwisep You
nave never moment to spare for me.
All your duties, as you call them, are
placed before me- You have no con-
'ideration for my happiness. Only
hose who ill-treat you are of any i'm
,ortance in your eyes
Ellen! Elem! called fretful voice.
Ellen turned to 90.
"Stop' he exclaimed angrily I
ave claim on you as we'll as these
people. / am tired of seeing them con-
inually preferred before me-"
ELLEN, Ellen, called the voice again.
t,I p,nuf M, ~ sh, an.