The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-09-07
LOVE CONQUERS.
BY THE AUTHOR OF ''DORA TiORSE,"
"a ROSE IN rHuRNs,' ETC.
CHAPTER Y VII.


1t was all over, Nanc thought, all ended,
and Lille with it. He could not return. lie
had been 50 unutterably happy, SO blessed,
his life enriched with the very crown of
all gifts; and now
IL cannot face it again. he cried. IL
wish TO Heaven that had never left my
home"
His aching heart turned to home. The
love there never faltered, never failed He
might be ill or well, rich or poor, content
cd or miserable; it did not matter at
home.
At home his old father, his kind, comcly,
loving mother, and his beautiful sister
were always the same. There was the
centre Of love, there was true comfort, true
consolation. All, if he could but reach
home and die there.
He never could return to the life he had
lost. Everything had ceased for him. lie
could work no more; lac could never again
take any interest in his profession; he did
not care il he never rose from the ground
again--and yet he lOnsed Tor comfort at
home.
He raised his face, all wet with tears, to
the bright blue sky. 1t was the second
time that for her sake he had gone through
such an agony; but from ths-the second
one--he should never rise. lie had been
mad to think that one so beautiful, so
proud, so peerless. would be willing to
overlook his inleriority Of birth.
"My life has been all mistake" he said
to himself. 81 ought never to have given
up home. If | had to begin life again, and
was offered kingdom, | would not leave
home"
Long hours passed before he left the
spot where heart and love had been crush
ed within him. lie had made up his mind
to give all up and return home. He cared
no longer about being sir Raves heirs he
hated the great world; he was weary of
It's honors, weary Of lite, weary OF every
thing; lie would 90 home--at least they
loved him there. lie had fought SO long
that strength and ambition seemed dead
within him; he could fight no more.
When lie had been at home for some
days, he would write and tell Sir Raye;
and the future could drift as it WOULD
VI what use was it TO wear his soul away,
to fret and fume, TO do battle and light
All that life could hold for him was dead.
lie stretched out his arms with 4 wocful
cry. All, beautiful proud face-ah, scorn-
III sweet lips! The memory Of them
would never Diet would be like the
sting of snake TO him for all time.
He would go home; there would be
comfort for HMM the chimney-corner.
He must 20 back to Kings Clytie, he
must say goodbye to Lord and Lady
oOd-there was no need to tell
tI.at h. k.I
OF life. Then lie would 20 straight home.
When he tried to walk, his limbs failed
him-they had no strength; he was like a
man who had drunk too much wine. He
had to nerve himself and make Il desper-
ate effort
He reached Kings Clyfle at last, pray.
ing Heaven that he might not see the
woman who had rejected him with such
cruel scOrn. She need not have been SO
cruel to him, he thought, although she
was an Ealrs daughter and he poor
farmers son.
There was no sign Of Lady Lilias. Nane
went 10 his room, packed his portman-
teau, ana then asked 10 see Lord Charm.
"oou' lie told him that particular bu>i.
ness compelled him to leave Kings Clytle
mat uay' lie thanked him warmly for his
hihohess he said everything that was cour.
'eous ana Kind to Lady Chaynw God, babe
goodbye to Lady Fayne, and left messages
Tor the rest Of the guests.
before going away lie wrote a letter TO
Lazy Llllas, lie might never see her again
but She should read the truth if She
would not listen to it.
ou would not listen to me, Lady Lii.
ias' his letter began-"you would not
hear one word; but you have sent me from
YOU You have killed all that is BRIGHT
and hopeful in ne; you have made my life
bare and desoate. Read what have ia
say. i never intended to deceive Won.
had but just realized the fact that | m,,t
tell you all and had faint hope thar
even when you knew it, you would love
me still. All me, how futile and vain that
hope was.
"Perhaps you have done wisely. From
your high estate IL Is far TO stuop to one 50
lowly as myself You shall know all the
truth; you cannot despise me more.
"iou told me you knew ali; then you
know that the Meadow Farm H. my home,
the spot where ! was born, the home
giieye now ever to have left. The farmer
whom you saw at work there is my father