The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-09-07

the kindly c0mely woman who welcomed
you is my mother; the bonnie winsom,
girl who was with me under the oak Is m,
sister All false pride, all false shame die,
from me as write the words. | am PROUD
OF them, proud of their simple ways anC
loyal hearts. They would not have spurn
ed me with proud biting words.
"When l was child | had talent for
drawing and inyenting. Sir Raye Wharf,
when Ill and broken in health, was told IL
try the benefit Of country air. lie came
TO stay for II few weeks at our house; he
was kind enough to think me Il genius, and
offered to adopt me, to bring me up Us his
son and heir. But he made this one con-
dItion. | was to give up home, take his
name and those at home were 10 give up all
claim to me. They did not like it, the SIM
pie loyal hearts who thought so much Of
home-loVe. But for my sake they did it
because Sir Raye told them | was genius,
and he would make me famous. All, ueay-
en-, what has fame brought to me except a
broken heart'
81 left home; but through all those
years the home-loVe never died. | sent
them all that could giyc-money, pres
ents, letters, every token Of love. Yet as
the years rolled on, to my sorrow and my
shame | thought less of them. Their
ways were not my ways. | hate myself
for saying it; but their manners and fash
ions Jared on me and gradually | grew
inclined to keep the secret of my lOwly
birth hidden from every one-aboye all
from you.
81 hate myself for it now. | see all the
meanneSS, all the baSeneSs of it. | throw
aside all false colors; | east of my borrow
ed name. take my stand on the threshold
OF my home, and those who would do hon.
age to me must bow to me there. | will
glory in the simple loyal love of home; and
those who scOrn me because am the son
of a farmer will honor me in passing Inc
by.
"My lost dear love, can say no more.
] have seen great oaks, struck by light
ming, lying like dead giants on the ground.
The lightning has struck at the very root
of my life, and | lie like the oak. Some
day you may learn that Il poor man may, by
education, cultivation, and refinement, be-
come gentleman. | have faith in Ileav-
en-; and, though you have sent me from
you forever in this life, shall hope, be-
lieVe, and pray that in another shall be
with you for eternity. Until eternity, my
lost love, farewell. You have most cruel
ly punished me for being
"Ml Fathers SON.
"Now there will be never n word be-
tween us again." said Nane, as lie folded
and sealed the letter. lie gave it to Lord
Charnwood's valet, and requested him to
give it to Lady Lilias Audley at once.
When she went to dress for dinner she
found it on her toilet-tabe. She read it
carefully, and then the mistake she had
made flashed across her. 1t had been no
case of fraud, deception, love, or jealousy.
The girl was his sistS, and she had mis-
taken all.
Lord Charnwood was the only one who
suspected that anything was amiss.
81 am sure they are lovers" he said
"and they have had q lovers quarrel"
His suspicious were verified when he
heard that Lady LiIias would leave Kings
Clylle on the morrow for Uycrscroft. lie
was wise man and knowing the value Of
silence, he said nothing.
Nane was driven to the station, and,
when he reached it, he dismissed the SER
wants with handsome fees. lie left his
luggage in the booking coffee, knowing that
he could send for it at any time.
Then he began the long walk home
What his parents would say TO him he did
not stop to think. They would welcome
him, he knew; his heart ached sorcly, and
they would comfort him; he was world
worn and weary, and they would give him
rest.
His proud beautiful love should torture
him no more, She had taken his heart in
her hands, and had crushed it as she had
crushed the wild-tlowers.
The sun was setting, and it seemed to
him that the clouds were of the color of
blood. Suddenly the old familiar music
of the mill-stream came to him. lie
saw the lime-trces, the river, the pref
ty farmhouse, and the hOneysuckle round
the windows. His thoughts began to grow
confused and he was faint from want of
food.
only one thing was clear to him. there
was one ray OF light in all this darkness.
lie was going home, so that he could take
care Of his winsome sister Kate, and, if
thc buNc Vi Nay Sloi' C"hIc theic again
he would meet him Oh the threshold. lie
was free now and could speak his mind.
His senses were certainly confused. The
rush Of the mill-stream and the rustic of
the green leaves grew louder. Standing
on the threshold Of his home, he fancied
he saw the proud beautiful lady he loved,
with the sunlight on her dead-gold hair,
and il sword in her white hand. 1t was
suckle, looking wonderingly and anXiously
At him.
"Mother,' he said gently, 81 am worn
and weary. | have come home to rest"
The next moment he was lying sense
less, with his head on his mothers breast.