The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-04-20

PM caught his ashamed and miserable
glance, and they were moving away to-
gether, when Mrs. Tregarthen arose.
DO not let me lose my friend, - she said,
almost pIteousy. "Will you come to-
morrow, Mr.. MauriCcs ! want to hear-l
shall be better able to listen to you then.
viii you comep
Yes said Phil, simply; ~ will come,
ii you wish it,
She shook hands with him and with the
poet, aud they went away.
i am on fire with shame said tho
"retched poet, when they were out-of-
doors. II am grieyed to the heart. All
TINS misery was Of my own making. |
nave known her for twelve years and
there does not breathe a better woman.
she Is as pure as u flower, as charitable as
the day
She spoke the TRUTH said Phil, who
was greatly moved. Il am sure OF it.
know 1t. But there was nothing in what
She told Us TO make Arthur part with her.
there was something else to poison his mind
about her lie could never have driven
her away for that alone
I'M mad to believe both in Tregarthen
and his wife, but the poet found a simple
solution u the mystery. 1t was plain to
him that Tregartheu was a fanatic and
fool, But even that view would not recon-
Gle itself with the old stories of Tregar-
then-a man 50 foui-mouthed, that his
brother officers could not endure him.
" DO You know the history of Mr. Tregar-
tlcn expulsion from the army" he asked,
not puIpOslng to tell it, but seeking any
new light that might be had.
Phi dld know the story, and told it as
he had it from Tregarthen' lips. Possibly,
thought the poet, the man uas a fanatic,
and certainly he was fool,
The two friends parted and each went
| his own way. On the following after
noon PHI called on Mrs. Tregarthen, was
admitted, and answered all her questions
| Tor an hour or two. There was no comfort
| Tor the wife, who had all these years been
! widowed, in anything lie had to tell her;
but when he had taken his leave he turned
| new idea over III his mind, and, after
| looking at it IN many aspects made ar
ranggnents TO put 1t into execution. He
sstonshed Mr., Calhem that evening by tho
/ announcement Of his intention TO 20 down
! 10 IregartLen without delay. In answer
| 70 the tutors inquiries, he could only say
that he had lately possessed himself Of in
formation Of the utmost value to his pro-
tector, and that it could not be conveyed
by letter, but must, by the very nature III
it, be delivered by word Of mouth. Phil
was not the sort Of young man who in
vents MendacIous yarns on purpose to get
opportunity for clandesine amusement
but his tutor was yet a little scared by
this arrangement and not easy in his mind
even when lie had accompanied his pupil to
the station, and had seen hiI4 safely i'll the
railway carriage, booked through to Cor
bay
The youngster knew well enough that he
was going to wound the best friend he had
ever had il his life, but he believed and he
uerycd himself in that belief with q Cour
age beyond his years that he might bring
peace back again to mind which had no
known peace for many day. 1t was
QGixOtlc enterprise, perhaps, and there arr
even people in the world who would thinl
| 1t meddlesOme; but he was moved TO il BY
| gratitude and affection, and by the beauti
! tul ideals which have value for the young.
! From London to Cornwall is a longish
| railway journey and he had plenty Of
time in which to look at his purpose.
There were many moments when for Ar
| thurs sake he felt afraid of it, but he
never really faltered i'll it. He had writ
ten, before starting, to announce his ar
rival, and at Gorbay station he found one
vi the Pollarths awaiting him.
Grown a man now, Mister Phillip"
said the messenger admiring him; II
didn't hardly knaw ye.
He carried the travellers portmanteau
| to the water-side, set it III the boat, took
the scuAs leislurely in his big, brown hands,
and pulled across the bay with Phil at the
rudder. The old house-keeper stood on the
sands at the Sea-gate, and Phil, who had
kissed her when he went away, kissed her
! on arrival
How is Mr. Tregarthen" he asked.
"Ailing,n she said" ailing a bit ably
I'm afraid, Mr.. Philip. He's had dread
tul cold all winter, and he looks wild-like,
as if he was worried. And 90 to bed he
won't for nights together, Sits stewed up
in that liberty, and sometimes won't touch
| his very meals"
When they reached the house Phil
marched straight to the laboratory door,
and would have knocked there; but the
| housekeeper stopped him.
You must wait till he comes out, sir, y
she said whisperingly. He won't let him
self be disturbed for anything
Nonsense" said Phil, who began to feel
his homecoming little dreary He will
see me, know
He knocked, and the house keeper rustled
away. Receiving no anwer, he knocked
| again more loudly, and after pause LIE
tried the handle of the door. Tregarthen
sat In dressing-gown and slippers in an old
leathern armchair, and at first Phil thought
him asleep. His right hand hung idly at
the side of his chair, his left lay in his lap,
and his head was bent in an attitude Of
sweet repose.
Arthur" said Phil, softly, prepared to
back without noise from the room. Ire
garthen looked up at him.
All, Phil You here r. and without
rising he stretched his languid right hand
across his body and shook hands in so me-
chanical way that Phil dropped his limp
fingers in distress. Tregarthen's released
right hand went back to its former place,
and his head was bent as before. His left
hand still lay in his lap, knuckles down
ward, and Phil now saw that Tregarthen's
gaze was fixed with sort of dreamy in
tentness on piece of greenish crystal
about the size of pigeons egg-to all APP
pearance precisely such trihe as might DO
| picked from the waste heaps Of any glass