The Cairo bulletin., 1906-07-01

II should marry Lord Berrian," sf
said, simply. Then, as the man turne
and walked towards the door. civ
| my love to Amy, jim" she called aftc
him, "And-yes, tell her am sorr
| and that | really didn't think.
The man came slowly up the stairs
\ and the woman, hearing him. move
not a hairs breadth; simply wen
Q calmly on with the book she was read
J ing in the hush Of the warm, brigh
Q rose filled room.
A. the top of the stairs he began {,
0 whistle-rather more boisterously thar
there was any occasion for doing, tn,
: woman thought, and a moment Later
he pushed open the door and came
busting into the room.
"Hullo! startled you, did I, ANY,
he said, with forced laugh, as she
gave a little jump when the knob OF
the in-fiung door clashed against the
wall Did you think it was an earth
quake or a cyclone. dear?"
She turned her head and looked al
him, sharply, briefly, with eyebrows
lifted, and then looked back at the
book as before
Il don't know what | thought; /
don't know that | thought anything
only that | wish you would be little
more careful" she said. What brings
you home so carry? It's only little
after nine, and you said you would be
| late"
Il know did" he replied, laughing
again-quite artifcially-as he went
| over to the table and selected a cigar
cite and lit it. May | sit beside you
on that sofa ?-and do you mind IL
smoker"
"Oh, no, she said, half-heartedly, as
she moved her feet to make room for
him. DO whatever you like, of
course. You ought to be aware by this
time that | never interfere with your
pleasures. ONLY nope ii won't be |
more than one cigarette; the smell of
them always makes my head ache"
Does it? You never said so before. |
1t shan't be even one, then, If that's
the case"-shying the cigarette into the |
fireplace. you ought to know, Amy,
that | wouldn't do anything to distress
you If thought"
mo, | know you wouldn't; but it's
mot thinking that is accountable for
so many things in this world; heart
aches and-tragedies-wi the rest"
Yes, suppose it is. That can't be
very enlivening book your are reading;
you're inclined to be bit pessimistic
this evening. Look here! throw aside
that book, I'm sure it's some dreadful
lbsenistic thing and is making you /
morbid and green-eyed,' he said,
saily. II see you haven't changed that
pretty new frock yet, and I'm glad of
l.. Get out your opera cloak and the
)ther things you'll need dear, and III
ing and order the broughan. I've
'ome to take you to the opera-it's a
delba night"
II would rather stay at home IL you /
lon't mind. 1t was my intention to 60
o bed at ten. and should rGuch prefer
D do so. Still, if 1t is your wish that ! g
should dress and go out, III do it, OF
curse. ONLY think it would be
leasanter for both OF us il you went
0 your club and left me to spend the q
venlng alone"
He rose suddenly and stood looking
own upon her, ridge between his /.
yebrows and his nOstrils dilated the
erlest atom. 1t was impossible to mis- -
her any longer, impossible
} get away from the knowledge that
lma change had come over her ia that .
tile time since he saw her last. He
,oked down at the book she had been
fading IL was q copy of Mrs. Brown d
lg's poems. and it was open at place
here the pages were headed I'VE Are 4
D Tired, My Heart and l." II
"Is that the explanation" he said, W
)intine down at the book. You seem u
} be trying to let me know, as deli p
itely as possible, that | am in the
ay. that have outliyed my sphere OF T"
in your eyes, your life, and u
lat you are tired of me. Have 10
me back to you then for nothing?" s'
She shut the book and laid her fold w
hands on her knee and looked up ..
him with calm eyes. -
What else could you expect to come
lck to-" she said. There is an end ~
ere must always be an end-to every ..
ing You can't nail living thing to ~
e cross and expect it TO struggle -
ID live--forever
Il buried some things more holy
an words with the child. Jim" she .,
I'd. The dictum OF the world Is for 49,,
en- to obey their own inclinations ami -
r women to forgive. but the dictum a.,
nature is for men 70 go just so far w.,
ID for women to-forget. FOrEetml-
ss is the pollen of the dead flower o.
We: the barren seed that has fallen ~
on unfertile ground and died because -,
ere was nothing in the soil to give It v.
- Al.