The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-02-24
t" Indeedin she said, questioningly.

! ress. But, having begun, he felt bound to
go on; so he spoke with feignsd hghtness,
and looked anywhere rather than at his
sweetheart's face
81 suppose you don't know" he began,
"what lovely voice you have," She
made no reply to this, but still looked de-
murely on the ground at her feet "When
l first heard 1t was dreaming, and dis
tinctly heard the words, Oh, Jupiter, how
weary are my spiritsl"
That was not strange" she answered,
looking up at him-"I spoke them"
did youi" he asked with some confu-
sion. All this seemed to have bean said and
done aforetime, and to have led to some
unhappiness which now again threatened
from the near future. Everybody has ex-
perienced that curious sensation.
"What was your drsami"
"Oh, my dream" he answered. at was
nothing. I dreamed was at the play and
l saw Rosalind upon the stage"
She looked up at him swiftly, with hint
Of fear and half q hint Of resolution in her
face. He struck out with a transparent
pretense Of being perfectly at his ease, and
cut down a nettls with his walking-cane.
"Your voice reminded me" he said, after
a little pause, "of the most beautiful voice
had ever heard till then. even thought
recognized it, and walked down to meet
you, and found that l had made blunder.n
"In meeting mes" she asked
He laughed again and their eyes met.
In hers there was tender triumph and
| gayety which answered her own question
fairly well, even without the aid of his,
which beamed with admiration
"No," he answered, "but in dreaming
that that lovely voice had ever sounded
from the stage" He went on more at ease.
"And yet the fancy haunted me all day.
She was looking on the ground once more,
and with the point of her parasol was turn
ing little pebble over and over She
stopped so that her face was hidden from
him by the wide brimmed summer hat she
wore. II this were coquetry, the fashion
of the day favored it, for at the dropping
edge of the width Of plated straw was
fringe Of fine black lace some two or three
inches deep, and he would have had to fall
upon his knees to see her face Could he.
have seen it he could no. have failed TO no.
tice how flushed she was, and what look,
of fear and shame was in her eyes
"Who was the lady" she asked, "whosa
voice so resembled minei"
"a Miss Churchill" said Tregarthen. "a
delightful actress. The most charming
actress ever saw" 1t seemed necessary
to make as much as might reasonably be
made of Miss Churchilrs projections to ex-
cuse any comparison, however trivial, boz
tween her and the woman Of his heart, who
not only was not an actress and was gen.
tlewoman, but was also, and Of course, be-
yond comparison with anybody. {" | saw
her play Rosalind,n he hurried on, "and
i since the first words heard you apeak were
the first words l heard her speak, the re-
semblance Of the voices was accidentally
heightened"
odd you wish very much to see Miss
Churchill" asked the young lady "Were
you very much interested in her."
"Not at ALL" cried Tregarthen eagerly.
81 had forgotten her--until heard the
voice"
"Were you disappointed when you found
that it was only-mel"
"Only you'll" said the lover, and would
not condescend to add to that simple but
sufficient disclaimer, except by possessing
himself first of her hand and then Of her
waist For while she bent her head and
refused TO allow him to steal the merest
glance at her face, but by-and-by she turned
upon him gently and gazed full in his eyes
for moment, while her figure yielded it
self more freely to his embrace, and no
longer repulsed him by its rigidity
''If had turned out to be Miss Church
i'll, she asked him, "should you" She
| paused, but the very silence was eloquent.
Have loved you'" said Tregarthen.
"No. / could not have fallen in love with
an actress 1t seemed to him that there
might be touch Of Jealousy in the appeal,
| and he was in the mood to be tender TO all
loves fancies, however shadowy and unreal
they might be-
"Why noti" she asked "There are
many good women who are actresses,
surely
"No doubt he answered, lightly.
"Many. But you rub the bloom from the
peach if you handle it ever SO gently. An
actress gains something more than most
women hope for or care for, but she must
be content to lose something's delcacy, a
fineness which is not easy to describe, but
means much to a man with any refinement
Of mindr !
He was far from being actually dishonest
in saying this, and yet he was not precisely
honest Left to himself and his own judg
ment he would not have thought these
thoughts at all, but the fancy that his be-
trothed had that visionary jealousy Of the
actress moved him to make the jealousy i'm
possible.
"But if you had met her. and had fallen
in love with her." said the girl, "a and had
then found that she was an actress-that
would have made no difference to you'"
Eyes" he said, gravely, and as II con-
sidering the matter, "a serious difference. "
81 fancied men thought differently" she
said, with some little heat Of scorn. 81
fancied that they did not altogether care
so much for those OF US who live along in
the one little groove Of household cares and
small accomplishments, and silly joys and
sorrows.n
~ shall ask you to achieve no out-of-
doors greatness" Tregarthen answered,
fondly; though you are more fit to shine
in the worlds eye than any other woman
now alive" The young man was not fine
judge of verse, and it was natural to think
, the Laureate's outpourings inferior 10 those
Of the woman he himself was in love with.
, % Be as great as you will, but shine at home,
, my dear, and let me worship you"
|, That was a pretty programme, and the
girl found no fault with it as it applied ia
her own prospects But she had rather
how much rather-that her future husband
;, should have thought better Of Miss Church
| ills profession It was clear that no slls