The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-10-08

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ut Is q falsehoodr' | heard her ex-
claim, land you ara u cowardr'
Then her face was turned toward me
In surprise, delighted recognition, fear,
trouble, and the next moment her per-
secutor had measured his length on tho
ground, while recled and fell, for q
great darkness swan before mo; then
all was blank.
A world pcopled with many faces, in
turn strange, familiar, compassionate,
cruel, merry; events following one an
other with uncomfortable rapidity-
some joyful, some the reverse; con-
fused, agonized struggle after compre-
henson of something cruelty puzzling,
II gradual REIMBURSEMENT of the effort,
and AT last knew my mothers sweet
worn face rs il bent anxiously over me.
At first her face was all that | recog-
nized, and, soothed by the conscious.
ness of her presence, | slept. Grad
ually recollection relurned then fol-
lowed the tedium of long and weary
convalescence, during which | learnt
that they had sent every day from Dale
hurst to inquire about me, and had
also sent fruit and flowers continually
till was out of danger, and that they
had now gone abroad.
II beg pardon" exclaimed, absent
ly, for had come into sudden and vio-
lent collision with a lady who, like
myself, was turning the corner of a
street in Hammersmith. There was a
dense fog, and she was closely yelled,
so it is not wonderful that did not mt
first recognize her. Miss Browne! Is
it possible. and alone? | have grown
Independent, you see," in slightly
tremulous tones. "You must let me
put you into n cab. Where are you
goingP' | asked, feeling like one who
dreamt.
"Home--no, no, pleased" as l took
umbrella and music-roll from her hand.
"lndeed, cannot let you'll" but the
words were weak and faltering. and
ventured to disobey.
Drawing her hand through my arm,
/ walked by her side in silence, for
could hear by her quick, irregular
breathing, that she was struggling with
some painful emotion.
What must you think of us?" she
exclaimed at last-"our silencep TWAS
my fault Are you quite strong again?"
By degrees drew from her that they
were quite poor now, and that she was
giving daily music lessons in order to
support herself and her father, who was
weak and i'll, and terribly altered.
Quite poor indeed they were. and liy-
ing in apartments, to which, by her
tasteful arrangement of the relics that
to them OF their prosperous
days, Genevieve had nevertheless man.
aged to impart an air of refinement
and elegance. 1t was only just in time
that | had found them. for poor old
Mr. Browne was, as any one could see,
quite broken up, and seemed to depend
entirely upon his daughter.
She told me that when | had come
upon them in the wood her cousin had
just been refused by her, upon which
he had taxed her with entertaining an
for n penniless fortune.hunter,
who had been kicked out of Dalehurst
US soon as her father had become aware
of his presumptuous designs. Then
followed her indignant words, and my
Interference and sudden faint. AS q
whole party had been picuicing there,
lelp was not far off, and Mr.. Browne
would have had me carried to Dale
hurst had it not been for his nephew's
strenuous opposition.
A few days aftorward her father had
spoken to her, and begged her to re-
,eive Vane's attentions favorably.
Gradually it came out that he had been
'peculating and was ruined, if she did
lot hel p him TO retrieve his position by
his marriage; but this he did not tell
Ter till they had all quilted Dalchurst
or the continent. and she had again
'efused her cousin. From her mother
'he had inherited small sum which
brought her fifty pounds year. Upon
his pittance, and what she could make
by teaching, my brave girl had s,rug-
yled to maintain herself and her father
until now.
had not been mistaken with regard
% Genevieve's sentiments, for won
rom her the confession that she had
owed me from the first. SO now that
here was no money to come between
Is, asked and obtained her fathers
consent to our union. We were mar
lied very quietly, but for the sake of
economy, and also on account of her
ather's declining health.
Among the relics of his former
grandeur, MIR. Browne, had retained a
picture, which, in spite of every body,
10 had persisted in believing TO be Of
great value. This he presented with
much satisfaction to his daughter on
he occasion of her marriage. He was
yetting quite childish now, and she
iursed and humored him with unfail-
ny sweetness and devotion.
One morning on coming down into
he kitchen, ] found her busily engaged
n cleaning her fathers picture.
"What are you doing?" asked.
81 am trying to make this old and
picture look little more de-
,ent," she replied, laughing gaiiy.
Poor papa has taken it into his head
hat do not value it, so l am going to
rive it the place of honor in tho dining.
'oom."
OF course grumbled, for 1t was
Oally an awful production, and equal