The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-03-02

would now Telufu W H.
"Do you mean," she asked, "that shall
90 back TO the stage Mr.. Lorrimeri" He
spread his hands abroad and bowed, with
sweeping gesture of assent. "No, shall
never GO back to the stage"
The wrinkles of his smile remained for a
second or two, but the light went out of his
ewes Mt once, and the wrinkles faded slowly
after it.
"Not 60 back to the stage, MADAME he
cried. "Waste the superb talents God has
given YOU on the mere desert air of private
lfel Cast away the splendid fortune which
ouly needs an extended hand to grasp it.
impossible madam--impossible"
Mr.. Lorrimer spoke with so evident an
engagement that he impressed the listener
IN spite of herself. She had gone upon the
stage simply and purely to make bread for
herself and TO find an education for her sis
ter. Few of the triumphs or joys Of stage
life had come home to her, and even when
thew all seemed to lie waiting for her, she
had been able to surrender their promise
for the quiet routine of domesticity in Cor
hay They could scarcely have seemed
very valuable to her. since she had left them
so easily. But Lorrimer put the case strong
", if grotesquely, and there could be no
doubt of his sincerity.
She was but simple-minded creature, in
spite of the talents of which Lorrimer spoke
so highly, and she had way of speaking
straight out the thing that was in her mind
Nv husband-n she began, but there she
stopped with a sudden sense of heartache at
the vast emptiness of the world There is
no pain the human heart can feel which is
heavier to bear than that.
"Your husband, MADAME said Lorrimer,
nrompting her with tone of respectful
sympathy.
" NV husband" she began again, chad
profound dislike for the stage, and l must
respect his opinion"
THAT is natural and commendable,
madam" returned Lorrimer, with the fam
ily-adviser air more strongly marked than
ever. "But when-in the course of a week
or two--the healing hand of time has soft
ened the sense of loss, you may find your
self less inclined to elevate his scruples into
absolute commandments"
She shook her head with an expression so
mournful and so resolute that Lorrimer felt
it necessary to clear his throat before he
spoke again
"WelI. madam, well,n he said, rather
hastily. "If you should change your mind,
Won will know where / am. Fortune lies
at your feet. You have only to stoop to
nick up wealth and fame. And, as | say,
il YOU should change your mind, you win
find nobody so devoted to your interests as
myself. have made the fortune of a min
compoop before to-day madam, and genius
is the lever Archimedes wanted. With
such :.ius as you possess could move the
world. I ask nothing but my poor share
of the :lory, and half profits But will
not fsruher ntrude upon you now. Good
day, madam, good-day."
He was gone, but ne left a seed b, hind
him, and though it fell on ground unwilling
to receive it, it took root and grew
To have done a thing, with ninety-nine
people in hundred, is the best of all pos
sible reasons for continuing to do it, espe-
cially if the thing is to be done passively.
We like or dislike our everyday acquaint-
ances on this principle, and it guides US in
more matters than we often care TO think
Of The runaway wife had never written
to her husband to appraise him of her
whereabouts, and silence, which at first was
hard. had grown into such habit that by
this time nothing could have forced her to
break it. She suffered, and she told herself
that she deserved TO suffer. She trained
the thorns Of remorse with a hand Of con.
slant care, and cultivated unhappiness as
only penitent and woman could. And
all the time she waited in sort Of hopeless
hope for her husband to make some effort
to recover her. Had he found her. he could
have taken home not merely wife, but a
lover 50 full of love and penitence that -he
would have been his lifelong slave for nc
more than the privilege of seeing him. But
he also waited with heart that grew bit.
tterer and heavier day by day, until at last
1.-The true masculine impotence Of the slow
suffering, which women bear until they
learn to cherish it, babe him throw the bur.
den away. He seemed to cast his heart
away with it, but il had 10 20, AL he went
back 10 his mad Drained books again.
That so fine triviality as that which
separated these two hearts and lives should
breathe days GOODNESS might surprise
lover. But there is no measurement fol
human folly, and the fools, as often as not,
are lovable, pitiable, admirable. II only
the people who are Objectionable all rouno
made fools Of themselves, what charming
world we should live in!