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


whilst she turned away in apparent
feigncd, for when She felt her hand
once more in his, and saw by the ex-
preston Of his face that he had neither
forgiven nor forgotten, she trcmblcd
so violently that she nearly spoiled her
part.
Ii the ring had only been in its place
she fancied that he would have come
back to her. A sickening feeling Of
despair crept over her, the lights
seemed to be going out, and she fell
forward into his arms.
When She opened her eyes again,
she found herself on the sofa in little
boudoir, and he was kneeling by her
side with a scent bottle in his hand.
"BetterPn he said anXiously.
Yes" with sigh of pleasure, for
it was JOY to have him waiting on her
once again.
Then he looked at her beautiful face
with longing eyes, and whispcred:
| Darling where is my ring?'
She shook her head sadly, and he at
once rose to his feet. When she looked
up, his place was filled by Sir Felix,
Winter passed into summer, and still
Harold Batli,combo avoided Marion's
home as if its inmates had got tie
plague. Tired Of going to balls, when
her fayori.e partner was never there,
Marion Dearsley turned her thoughts
to more serious things, and being eN-
ceedingly unhappy herself, for the first
time in her life, began to think Of those
who had never known what happiness
was.
One lovely day in June, when the
Park was crowded with fashionable
throngs, and flowers in balcony and
square were striving to fill the misty
air with their fragrance, Marion Bears
ley knocked at the door of u miserable
looking house in squalid street, and
asked if it were true that little girl,
named Lottie Smith, was living there,
and very i'll.
Walk in, num-" said haggard-
looking woman with tired eyes; "she's
getting past everything but groaning
and coughing, and that she do pretty
nigh all the day.
A few minutes later, Marion was
bending over miserable pallet-bed,
on which shrunken form was lying,
and feeding the thirsty lips with spoon
fuls of orange-jelly.
The child's wistful eyes looked up
into the pretty face, which had grown
so pale and sad during the last few
months, and whispered hoarsely:
"Me goin' TO take little tar with
me-"
"What does she say?" looking round
at the mother.
-''Bless her hearth wiping her eyes
with the corner Of her apron; "she's a
dyin', and she's glad TO 60; and she's
got summat under her pillow which
she always says she must take with
her. A penny thing, fancy she must
ha' got from one Of the chilcn. Show
it TO the lady, dear.
Lottie put her hand under the Old
sack of straw which did duty for q
pillow, and brought forth her treasure
with glistening eyes.
"My ring!' exclaimed Marion, drop
ping the spoon in her agitation.
Your ring, ma am? My goodness,
Lottie, think of YOU stealing the ladys
ring!'
"She did not steal it, she found it in
the road" said Marion kindly, as she
saw large tears rolling one after the
other down the wasted checks.
MY tickle 'tar!" with plaintiye
moan.
"She thought it was one of the stars,
and she was goin TO take it back.
son, Lottie DEAR, the stars never
come down to us; we may 60 to them,
but they will never come to us said
Marion sadly. "This is nothing but
bit of gold and jewel, nothing to do
with heaven. | dropped it out of the
window one day, and | wanted so
much to get it back. VIII you let me
have it, and I'll send you something SO
nice instead. "
Yes; me thought it was a 'tar-no
care now,' the dark eyes glistening
through their tears-the tears of a lost
illusion.
, Day after day Marion brought sun
shine and happiness to that miserable
home Mrs. Smith was supplied with
) constant needlework, and dainties of
| every description lOunu lneU way 10
, the sick child. The falling star had
brought blessing with it, and neglect
, cd health revived under tender care.
Softly tinted roses came back to Lot
ties checks, but Marion grew whittier
as the summer advanced. 1t was
against her pride to write to Harold
Battiscombc, and tell him that the ring
was found, but how would he ever find
it ont unless she did?
Laura Dickson came to call, and said
b that Mr. Battiscombe was one of the
incest fellows she had ever seen. Now
, fancy what he did last winter ] met
him with some lovely roses in his hand,
and without thinking | said how |
wished had some like them to wear
that night, as | was in slight mourning
| and could not wear 4 color. | guessed
where they came from, for he said he
: could not give them away-not that |
. should have taken them, my dear. But
t just after dinner | received a lovely
bunch from Coyent Garden. Now
wasn't that nice of him?"
VERY nice" murmured Marion,
feeling that her heart would break,