The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-08-31
"From your loving Brother
"VANE FRASER wharf
CHATTER VI.

81 am no better this morning." laughed
the Duke Of Raysiort, when he met Vune.
81 am glad that decided to so this after.
noon."
"At what time will you gos" asked
Vanc.
"About four, | think" was the answer.
In his heart Vanc thanked Heaven that
by that hour his sister would be safe with
him. 1t had seemed such an easy thing to
say that he would meet her; but how was
1t TO be done? That morning, as soon as
he came down stairs, II lovely face smiled
into his and musical voice whispered TO
him, zone more day togctherw He be-
gan to wonder how he should get away.
Lady Lilias and Nane spent the morn
ing on the green shaded banks of the river
where the wild flowers made II carpet and
the hedges We're filled with bloom. He re-
membcred it always AS the happlest of his
life, FOR that morning she had told him how
she loved him, what she had thought about
him, how she had lamented ever having
allowed pride aud caste to interfere with
her happiness: and he told her what
those two years had been to him. Sho
looked at him with Il smile on her charm
ing face.
al have broken the compact" she said.
ave were not to mention the past or the
future, but live in the present"
She took up large oall-leaf and shap-
ing it into n little boat, let it float down
the stream.
"That is just how we shall commit our
destinies to the stream of time, Vanc," she
said.
Looking ut her, so beautiful and so good,
he wondered how he had been so FORUM
ate rs to win her, and why Heaven had SO
uperabundantly blessed him.
The hour for luncheon at Kings Clyhe
was two; and 1t often happened that dur
ing the warm days the ladies remained III
doors either resting or reading. On that
day, when they left the dinng-ro0m, Nauo
whispered to Lady Lilias-
"Take an hours rest; the sun is very
warm. | have to so out and see some
one"
She nodded gaily, and went up the
broad staircase, where u white marble
Flora stood, with u basket of crimson nOw-
ers at her feet. Standing by the large VIM
dow there, to look at the great sprays Of
jcssaminc that framed it, she saw Nane
cross the lawn and take the path which
led to Clyhe Woods. No suspicion occur.
red to her. She thought it probable that
he was going TO see one of the kecpcrs-in
fact she did not trouble herself MS to whom
he was going to see.
81 will meet him rs he comes back"
she said to herself; she will be pleased
! must make haste; he will not he long"
She made herself look llnwontcdly ut.
tractiye. She did not ring for her maid,
for she did not care that any one should
know whittier she had gone. 1t was to he
a surprise for him, and to please him alone.
She put on most becoming walking-coS.
tune with charming hat; and the dead
gold hair and beautiful face looked like
the heart Of a flower.
AS she went along she gathered some
magfcent passion.howers; Kings Clyne
was famous for them. She smiled as she
thought how pleased he would he, how his
face would brighten and his eyes light up
when lie saw her, and what rush of low
ing words would come from his lips. All,
how well he loved her! And she? Her
heart warmed to him. They had been
MAIDS or each other, she believed. At last
she came to the end of the woods. but
there was no sign of him. 1t was beau.
tiful spot, with lovely yistas of greenwood
glades and clumps of trees, grand in their
magniticence. She looked round, but Vanc
was not to be seen. She knew that he
must be there. lie had not passed her to
return, and she could see the paths that
led to the highway, but he was on none of
them. Then she saw the great oak called
King Charles's Oak, among the boughs Of
which the king was supposed to have been
concealed while the search ragged holly be.
meath him. 1t was an enormous tree, and
from one side Of it surely there came the
sound of voicesY
She crossed the path, and then for one
moment stood as though turned to stone.
The lovely rose.bloom left her face, the
glad light died out in her eyes, and quiv.
CIR OF pain compressed her white lips
"The proudest girl in England" the queen
OF beauty and fashion, stood there wound.
cd to the heart by what she saw. A low
moan of pain came from her lips, low
moan that died away OH the sweet summer
| air.
Under the spreading boughs of the tree
stood her lover, Vane Fraser Wharf, the