The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-04-27
BY THE GATE OF THE SEA.
A NOV Ell.
BY DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.
CHAPTER XIII.

Inll ltlU lllt island TWO days ldleT. anu
Tregarthen was Just as sane and just as In
sane as he had found him on his arrival.
"You are provided for, Phil" said Ire
garthen, as he shook hands at parting.
"My will was made long since, and there
is nobody but you TO whom | care to leave
q penny do not wish you i'll enough to
leave you my secret It's type OF life at
large" he added with a mournful smile.
+" | have spent the best years of my life in
hunting for it, and now | have found it is
worthless, and worse than worthless. l do
not know if | shall see you again, for to
outlive hope is to almost outlive every
thing, and have nothing left to care for.
If these are the last words you hear OF
mine you will value them There is one
possession in the world worth coveting,
and that is honor, though it is 50 little
valued that men sell it for mess Of pot
tage Cherish Virtue, Phil. She will not
make you happy That is foolish fable.
If you wish TO be happy, be fool, and
have no care for the morrow; be hog
with the rest, and keep your feet in the
trough. But if only one man in the
world should turn his back on the worlds
shameful joys, let that man be yourself.
Good-by"
He drew Phil toward him and kissed him
on the cheek, and then walked indoors.
Phil went away well-nigh heart-broken,
and this was the first great grief Of his
manhood.
He told Marsh that his intercession had
been useless, but he had not the heart TO
say more about his journey, and he loved
Arthur too well to spread the story Of the
talisman. He came to know more Of Mrs
Tregarthen, and to have better ground
than he had at first for his good opinion Of
her. The world is never of one complex
ion only, even to the most profound ma
lures, and neither Mrs. Tregarthen nor Phil
were always Swallowed by their respective
sorrows. For one thing, Miss Lima, who
had grown into a charming and sprightly
woman, was on the eve Of brilliant mar
riage, and was gay from morn till eve.
She alone would have kept more selfish
creature than her sister from stagnation,
and there were duties, social and profess
sional, which had to be attended to, and
served their turn in keeping the wolf from
the door.
1t befell one day that the youngster,
walking in poetic cloudland toward the
house Of the great actress, was suddenly
pulled from his dream by hand upon his
arm, and, turning round, saw the poet.
You are going to call upon Mrs. Ire
garthenfn
Yes" said Phil.
1--WE will go together" said Marsh, and
they walked side by side for a little time
| in silence. 1t was sunlit afternoon, anC
there were window-gardens at every house
in the street, with bright-colored jalousiet
cleaning over the flowers, so that pleas
ant sense of warmth and color stole to the
hearts of the two unobservant creatures &.
they walked along, and frightened theil
dreamy fancies Ana suddenly, as if sht
| were in some way the product of this un
usual fullness of color and radiance, ap-
peared the charming Miss Lima, accom-
| panied by little girl of twelve or thirteen
years old, who looked like an attendant
fairy. Phil saw something SO surprising
in the aspect of the little stranger that he
raised his hat mechanically in answer to
the young lady's gracious salute, and looked
at the child with so curious an interroga-
ton that he plainly alarmed her.
Has Mrs Tregarthen daughter he
asked Of Marsh, a minute later.
YES said the poet. 1--WE have just
passed her a pretty child, is she not!"
II should have guessed her to be Arthurs
child, or at any rate close relative of his,
wherever | had seen her. returned Phil.
There is a portrait of Arthur's mother
at Tregarthen, painted when she was a
child. | have been familiar with it ever
7 ,lar ,,,irht ha haar,
painted from the child we have just seen. u
This news would have been a relief to
Marsh years ago, but it had been I'M
needed now for many and many day Of
certainty.
:" 1t is not uncommon that child should
resemble its father" he said TRANQUILITY,
"or its fathers mother. Is Tregarthen
| Like his motherf
"Amazingly,n said Phil ellis features
are masculine, and hers were femme, but
beyond that it would puzzle you to find a
| difference in their pictures. The express
sion governs ALL"
The two made their call upon the actress,
and there was nothing in the afternoon to
distinguish it outwardly from many Others
SO spent before and after. But when they
had left the house and were walking home
together, the poet made confession.
~ have been guilty Of theft, he said.
"Send that to Tregarthen. If there are
any bowels in the man at all it will bring
| him to reason"
He drew from his breast-pocket photo
graph of the child, and Phil, upon his first
glance at it, gave little exclamation.
with a change Of costume he said re-
garding the picture attentively, "and an
other arrangement of the hair it might
pass as photograph from the picture.
And indeed the likeness was remarkable.
He wrote letter that night though he
had little hope of piercing the darkness OF
Arthur's mind, in which he told him how
he had that day for the first time learned
Of the existence Of daughter of Mrs.
Tregarthen's, how the surprising likeness
of the child to Tregarthen had appealed to
him, and how he had been moved again by
this new knowledge to write in behalf of
most unhappy and most virtuous lady.
He inclosed the photographs: and having
posted the letter with his own hands
awaited a response without much hope
When it came, he experienced shock.
"My dear Phil" Tregarthen's brief letter
ran, Goods hand has so modelled my child's
face that should be a fool as well as O
villain to deny her. She at least is mine
1t may be that you are right and that
have been mistaken. l shall resolve that
doubt before long, for am dyingn