The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-07-20
LOVE CONQUERS.
BY THE AUTHOR OF "DoRA THoKNE,"
"a ROSE IN THORNs," ETC.


Sir Rave Wharf was tired, worn out
with work, weary Of the busy city and of
the srduous labor that had once been the
keenest delight of his life. lie had never
spared himself; he had labored with hand
and with brain from early morning until
late at night, and had never remembered
that the time must come when brain and
hand would both tire. He worked entire
ly for love of his work. He had no wife
TO share his honors and riches, no children
to inherit them, and he was quite alone in
the world. When friends asked him why
he worked so hard, having neither wife
nor child, kth nor kin, his answer was al
ways
"For the love of it,"
He had amassed a large fortune, and had
purchased a magnificent estate called Lul-
worth, near the pretty town of Tor Bea-
con, in Surrey. He had successfully con-
Quoted a great engineering feat, having
built bridge over one of the swlttest riY-
ers and broadest streams in England. 1t
had been gigantic undertaking, on
which the eyes Of scientific men had been
fixed with eager attention, for the river
deepened and broadened until it was
neither more nor less than the arm OF the
sea, with a strong tide cbbing ana flowing;
and the bridge had to be built where the
stream was widest. Sceptics had refused
to believe it was possible; but Sir Raye
smiled and said there was no feat so dili-
cult but that time and patience could ac-
complish it..
What obstacles he metwith, what dill
culties he overcame, what remarkable tai
ent lie displayed, what energy and re-
source, were topics, that We're discussed
almost daily.
A royal parsonage went to open the
bridge, and commended it rs one of the
greatest works of the age. The Queen
knighted the engineer and spoke words of
praise that almost brought tears to his
eyes; and the world of science and art
and fashion did homage to him.
and nvw life seemed Suddenly to col
lapse; his brain was tired and he could
not work. The world seemed all at once
TO have grown empty: and he sat with
aching head and with slowly-beating heart,
wondering what had come over him, what
was the matter, and why life had changed
and gone wrong. Grave-faced doctors
came to him and told him that he must
rest. lie smiled as he heard the word
If he went to Lulworth Hall, the princely
residence which he had purchased, there
would be no rest People would come to
see him; he would be compelled to enter
tain and visit; and he did not feel equal
to either.
"If were in YOUR place, Sir Rave"
said the first doctor-one of the most skill
ful professional men in London-"I should
leave all care behind me, and 60 TO some
quiet farmhouse, far in the heart of the
country, and really rest from everything.
Spend your time in the fields, and listen
to nothing save the songs of birds"
Sir Rave saw reason in the advice, and
complied with it. Fate led him to the
pretty country town of HOLLYWOOD. in Kent,
and he found lodgings in small neat
farmhouse near there Every care was
left behind, and be gave himself up to the
full enjoyment OF sleepy country life,
which was SO unlike the other life he had
led.
Meadow Farm was an old-lashioned
house, built Of gray stone, and covered
with trailing roses, large white jeSsa-
mine almost hiding the porch from view,
The farm looked most picturesque, with
its rich meadow.land, its green foliage, its