The daily Cairo bulletin., 1884-04-13
BY THE GATE OF THE SEA
CONCLUDED FROM FIRST AAGE.


her trembling knees relaxed altogether, and
she almost Fell into the armchair beside the
fireplace.
Does he know who | am ~ she asked
| herself, thinking of Phil "Does he know
what Arthur thinks Of me I" A thousand
tumultuous questions were in her
mind, a thousand tumultuOus feelings ran
| riot in her heart How great a sinner she
had been, SHINING every day against his ex-
! pressed wishes, and earning hateful fame
and adulation by it, She had wrecked the
| noblest OF lives broken or darkened the
manifest heart. For the millonth time she
| wondered why she had not stayed to brave
| the storm, to make her confession and be
| forgiven and to serve him like a slave with
a lifelong devotion. And even in her self
accusing soul some faint voice Of necessary
egotism sounded Would she have been so
! unworthy Of him after all if he had taken
| her back and forgiven herr Would she not
| have loved him sO with such an unfailing
worship and such a willing surrender Of
her soul, that he must have loved her back
again; She suffered greatly while she sat
thus, and even wept little; but, calming
herself by-and-by, and removing all traces
with seeming tranquility.
There were not more than half a dozen
people left there, but among them were
Phil and the poet. She moved toward
them, and Marsh performed the office Of
! introduction.
IL am pleased to meet you, Mr.. Maui
rice she said in the beautiful tones
which had SO moved him when he heard
them from the stage He bowed in an
swer, but was tongue-tied for the moment,
as If he had been in the presence of some
gentle divinity. /" am alone at home this
afternoon, Mr.. Marsh, she added, and |
shall b" glad if you and Mr. Maurice will
take cup Of tea with me- Lima, is there,
of course" she added, with faint smile;
but sisters are not always the best of com
pany TO each other"
You libel Lima and yourself" said the
poet, with pretense Of gayety.
In half an hour she said, turning
toward the door May expect your
Her carriage waited at the stage entrance
to the theater and She drove away, with
another faint smile and a nod OF the head
10 fh'. He and the poet followed her on
foot, and, reaching the house, We're shown
into a lIttle jewel Of a room, where every
thing was wonderfully neat and rich and
dainty. By-and-by the actress reappeared,
IL indoor costume; tea was brought, and
the three settled dowl TO talk The host
ess, with her face turned from the light,
nestled into a luxurious chair, and spoke
from a twilight in which her features were
scarcely to be discerued
You know Tregarthen Island, Mr.
Maurice =
Oh YES" said Phil, a good deal sur
prsad at the question Il have spent
more than half my life there
am Cornish woman" she said Il
was born at Gorbay. But have not seen
it for long time. Is it much ctangedi
Tell me about the Inland. Are the rol-
lsrths living"
Jan is dead" said Phil Did you.know
Jen-tAe patriarch Of the tribeN
Poor Jay she said, with tremor in
her voice Marsh sat i'll at ease, fearing
she would break down. But the rest
are all l.yingf Reuben and his children,
and
"All ot them" Phil answered. "Jan's
is the only death that has taken place on the
Island tor more than twelve years"
And the Castle, sae asi.ed-" are The
repairs lAisAed!"
" No. returned Phil. "They were aban-
doned years ago. Mr.. Tregarthen never
had the heart h finish them
~ How was that The cup and saucer
she held in her hands clattered against each
other, and the poet writhed upon his chair
and turned pale. Why should she torture
herself in this way he asked, internally.
Phil noticed nothing. What was more
natural than that a lady great in the
worlds eyes, should shut out her greatness
for little while and talk Of the places she
had known in childhoodi
It's a sad story said Phil ignorantly
"Did you know Mr., Tregarthen'' She
answered only by a movement of the head
He met with a great misfortune-a mis-
fortune which seems nearly to have broken
lbs heart. He married worthless woman,
who
Great heaven" groaned the poet, wiring
ing his moist hands together. Phil turned
and stared at him.
"a worthless woman said Mrs. Tregar-
then from her Swallowed corner; in voice
so unlike her own that both her hearers
started. Yes. Go on
You are i'll, madam" cried the young
ster, rising to his feet
"Oh.' besought Marsh, rising also, and
turning an imploring look upon her, "pur-
sue this interview no further
Be seated" she said, in a voice less
painfully disguised by emotion, but still
strangely harsh. Il will not keep Mr..
Maurice in the dark any longer. | beg
your pardon" she continued, to the amazed
visitor, "f have seemed to try to entrap
you. But you will tell me everything
about him-you, who know him so well
have had nobody to tell me a word Of
him for years; and-I-am Mrs. Tregar-
thcn.n
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