The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-09-09

CHAPTER VI.
Richmond again in the ruddy light Of
rosy July sunshine, \ light breeze
stole in at the open window Of the
pleasant par0r at The POplarS, where
DR.. Raynor lay back in lounge-chair
idly reading the Times, Violet in
pretty summer dress with roses III her
bosom, sat i'll her fayorite corner her
workable streWn with gay crewels;
her big John lednt over her chair, and
watched her with adoring eyes. lie
looked up and asked as Bob laid down
the paper impatiently:
Have you heard of Jessie Nenni-
more lately, Bob?o
mo, | wish to Heaven ! had. Iwrote
to her telling her of my accident and
begging her to hold out till could
come to her. Fancy the poor child sick
and surrounded by so much trouble.
Oh! ii makes me feel like mailman TO
think of it. have laid here like log
while she had such need of me. Had
You been at home when the letter came,
John, | should have asked YOU 10 go to
her in my stead. | suffer torments
while picturing that mans power for
evil I'll start for Scotland to-day at
any risk
"Oh, Bob dear, you are not fit, it will
kill you; you can hardly stand yet
I've ordered crutch, and Will be
careful for my poor girls sake. Do not
try to dissuade me, Violet; | must 60,
indeed | must
Violet's pretty eyes were filled with
tears, her lover patted her cheek kind
". and said:
Cheer up, little woman; I'll 60 ard
look after this headstrong brother of
yours. shall be glad to plant my feet
upon my native heath once more. |
did not think | should 90 there until |
could take You, but with Sigh-"so
much happiness must not be mine just
yet. sweetheart 50 | II 60 with Bob
"Do, you dear good fellow, | shall
feel safe if he is with you. Here comes
Audrey; open the door, John, Good
ness, Audrey are you i'll, you look so
white"
Audrey smiled as she shook hands
with each in turn. then sank lntOa chair
close to Bob, where her face was in the
! shadow.
no. am not ill., but | am the bearer
| of unpleasant news, Violet want to
=
that new song with Mr. Dean
"All right, Audrey; but remember
/ Bob is an invalid, and YOU must be gen.
/ tie with him.
AS the door closed upon Violet and
John, Bob said
What have you TO tell me, Audrey?
| Have YOU any tidings Of my poor dar-
/ ling? If you have, speak quickly, my
heart is eaten mp with anxiety"
Audrey crept behind his chair, so that
| he could not see her face, then laying
her hand on his head, she said, in a
voice low and unsteady with emotion:
Bob dear, can you bear a shock?
Can you be brave and believe all things
tend to some good end even when our
hearts are almost broken by grief and
disappointment
Audrey, what do you mean? Speak
plainly. am not child. Say anything
but that my girl is dead!'
Ills not that Bob dear; but she in
future must be dead TO you, ! heard
from her to-day. Rex has gained his
wicked victory, She marries him on
Wednesday,
Bob sprang to his feet and brought
his hand down with crash upon the
table beside him, saying, with eyes Of
flame fixed upon her face, by Heaven,
she shall not
"Oh. Bob Bob, be patient; perhaps
It's better 50. She could not be worthy
Of such love rs yours, or she would have
been true til death Take comfort,
darling; there are loyal hearts and UNI
changing loves that live and burn, be-
side which such puny flames as hers
are as quenched fires, Take comfort;
shut her out of your heart since she
could so weakly slip out Of your liie.'
Audrey had come quite close to him
in her excitement, ncr fair face was
Transformed by passion. There was no
mistaking the loyeight Of her eyes.
Amazpment, bewildcrment, and dis.
gust slowly merged into a suspicion of
foul play in Bobs mind Ar her UNI
desired love was plain to him now
"What do you mean by such emotion,
Audrey? Why are you so to meY-
Speak
Audrey had sunk to her knees, her
= face lifted towards his, SEEING his
hand in both her own, she said passion
atelU
"Desplse me if you will, Bob, but |
love you. love you with force and
passion that must win some return
from you, or shall die. Let me com.
fort you, my own dear love. Let me I'LL
the heart that poor weak creature could
= never have satisfied for u lifetime De
not look 50 coldly on me. Am not
! beautiful Am | not woman to con.
tent manY Speak to me. No, you
. shall not take your hands away. viii
cling TO them I'LL you are kind to me
, Oh, Bob, BobI'
"A fnN D..