The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1878-11-06

Mademoiseile Amenaide Sanspapa of the
Bouffcs Parisiens, am not prepared to say I;
suffice it to say that she was beauteOus,
that her hair was Of the hue OF newly
stacked barley, that she was radiantly clad,
that she was brave in diamonds, and that
from the chariot there eShaled an odOr
of jockey club, irangipane or opOponax. !
am sure don't know which, not being
learned in any perfumes save that of the
Vuelta de AbajO, an orlor very popular in
the Island of Cuba where the names of the
principal perfumes are Cabana, Partagas
and Cayargas. Still the occupants Of the
smart brougham were evidently two very
important personages indeed. Stay, there
was a third; a snow-white little maltese
dog, with two sparkling black eyes and u
crimson satin bow at his chin. lie battled
with his pans, and barked as though the
brougham, and the coal-black steppers, and
the servants and the lady in diamonds
tout lie tremblemcnt, enfn-belonged to
him. Who knows; Perhaps they did.
Hastily alighting from his carriage, to
keep an appointment with friend at
the Cafe Richie, NJ. C. Nicomte let
fall from n number Of documents which he
held in one lemon-kid gloycd hand some
thing like lcttrri in an envelope. 1t fell
face downwards in the smooth black mud
Of the gutter. lnsanlaneously-I never
saw anything quicker "A lean young man,
with "A white peck marked face, faded
ragged blouse, reaching scarcely below his
waist dcplorable pantaloons, shoes like
miniature coal bnrges past scryic and rOtting
in ship-breakcr's wharf, and cap that
looked like one of the late Daniel Lam
berts grey wooden stockings with the top
cut off, darted forward, went on his hands
and knees, groveled in the gutter, Crap
Piled with the paper which was fast floating
towards a sewer-gratng, picked up the
document, and with a iawnng mien, and
a look in which cupidity and hope
shonc like flame wiped the paper
| with his ragged elbow, and presented il to
| the gentleman "Ce ri est qu une enyel-
oppc, mon ami" quoth NJ C. Viscounte air
ily and, without trking any more notice of
thcpoor wretch, he trippeo blithely into
| cafe Richie. 1t was only an envelope, alb
| soutcly without value, now that it was
soilcd, that had fallen in the mud. have
heard good deal OF bad language in many
dialects in my time, but do hope that
| shall never again hear curses so fearful as
those which were uttered by the lean young
man with the white peck marked face. He
had expected reward The envelope
might have been full Of thousand franc
notes, and here he was left with his treasure
trove, hungry and with muddy hands. HI
shook his fist at the lady in the
brougham, shook it 50 sayagely that she
pulled up the window in hurry, to the
great discomposure of the maltese dog, and
then the lean young man, changing hi'
tone, began tomurmur, "Malheur, malheur
pas meme une piece de cinquante confines.
And then, il is wretched and shocking t.
relate, he began TO whimper and at last II
blubber as though he had been a child O
four years old. A policeman came up anC
made HIM move on with the usual admoni
ton of PLUS vite que ca'-quicker thar
that--to hasten his gait; and then put VI
my umbrella, and, going on my way, saw
him no more. Very possibly he was 1
loater an idle scamp, an encumbrance ant
pest to society; still to me he represented
very suggestively indeed, one squaid anC
lamentable scrap of the "other side
Count ERNEST La CIEDR.