The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-03-29
WHO Is SHE?
OR now sIMPKINs WAS RE-CAPTIvATED.
by FRANK II. Angler.
company.

newspaper and rammcd both hands deter
mncdly into his trowsers pockets. Twenty
years experience of married life had made
him wiley, and he knew that this bland
form of address presaged persuasive at
tack on his pocket book. When Mrs.
Simpkins wanted money she addressed HIM
as chubby dear" in their ordinary domes
tic intercourse he was plain Mr. S" or
"Smpkins.'
Hubby, darling said Mrs. Simpkins,
Il really must have a new bonnet this
spring I'm quite ashamed to go into the
street"
Mr.. Simpkins groancd.
81 saw one at Broadway store the other
day." continued Mrs. S.;"a beautiful thing,
50 stylish and so cheap-only fourteen dol
lars
That's always the tune" blurted forth
Mr.. Simpkins. Here's corruption in every
department OF the government silver worth
only 9S cents on the dollar; and-but
what's the use Of talking Of economy to
women
Mrs. Simpkins arose. and passing over to
her husband, sat down in his lap, and put
her arms around his neck. She was no
longer young. Her cheek had lost some
thing Of its beautiful bloom, and her figure
its girlishness, but there was in the action
that which recalled TO Mr.. SimpkinS the
DAYS of long ago, when he would cheer
fully have paid for Il hundred bonnets a
year if she had asked for them.
My dear" said he, relcnting Il little, do
you know what $l4 will buy
Yes" she said, simply, lit will buy that
bonnet"
Mr. Simpkins sighed, and his pocket
book came slowly forth from his pocket
There" he said handing her the money;
II cant SEE the sense of a woman having
so many bonnets. There's whole barrel
full up in the attic now
Mr. Simpkius arose with gesture Of
Impotence, and jamming on his hat,
stalkcd down to his business He stopped
on the way and bought a $l2 box of cigars,
and lunched that noon at fashionable res
taurant at an expense OF $3.50; but then,
these things were necessities, and Nlr. Simp-
kins did not have barrcl-tull of Old cigars
in the attic.
Whether it was the remembrance Of his
wifc's little act OF glrlshness that morning,
or whether his heart was tingcd with slight
feeling of remorsc Tor his his ungraciouS-
ness, Mr. Simpkins took his way home up
Broadway that night with warmer feelings
toward wOmankind than he had known for
a long time. In some way every woman he
met appeared attractive-a psychological
phenomenon which other men besides Mr.,
Simpkins have observed in their own eXpc-
renee In fact there was scarcely wo-
man who passed him that afternoon whom
Mr.. SimpkinS did not notice, in respect Ell
thcr Of eyes, hair, teeth or dress.
II declare" he said to himself II had no
idea there were so many pretty women in
New York;
But when Mr., Slmpkins reached 10th
street there dcccnded from 23d street
stage a vision Of such perfect female love.
illness as made the heart Of Mr., Smpkins
fairly leap into his throat Clad in what
seemed 10 HIM the most elegant and be-
witching Of summer costumes, and wear
inc The most piQulnt of hats, tied beneath
the chin with bow Of chcrry-coored nib
bons, the long ends OF which hoatcd saucily
over her shoulder this celestial being trip
ped across the street to Stewards, raising
her snowy skirts as she went and display
ing en- PEASANT an ankle sufficiently be-
witching TO cause Hiram Powers in dis
pair to smash to intintc.imal atoms all the
craven images he had ever attempted to
make. Mr.. Simpkins stopped short and
ga2ed after her. He was no longer young
man. but the fires of youth still smoldcred
within his breast and seemed now to burn
with an ardor as fierce as that Of twenty
| years ago.
"By Jupiter" he exclaimed, could any
thing be more lovely"
Withou, a moments hesitation he crossed
.hc street and entered Stewards in pursuit.
At that moment he would have given the
| price Of fifty bonnets for another single
glimpse Of that one with cherry ribbons.
but ms search was in vain. The lady had
disappeared. Up stairs and down, in the
elevator around the rotunda, through every
department Of the immense establishment,
went Mr. Simpkins, 50 many times that the
clerks began to eye him with curiosity not
unmiXed with suspicion. At last, in DIES.
pair, Mr.. Simpkins gave up the search and
Sldly wendell his way homeward
ut was dream" he said to himself
softly. IAN infatnating beautiful dream
| might have known it could not last
Al the supper table that night, Mr.
Simpkins was unusually grave and reserved
Bcwildcring kid button boots stared at him
from the sugar bowl, cherry. colored bonnet
ribbons flootcd in his tea, the very napk ms
resolved themselves into white petticoa,s
with snowicst of irills.
"My dear" said Mrs. $, "what makes
you so melancholy"
"Eh" said Mr.. Simpkins, starting from
lis rcycric. 80, nothing. Doocld tired
t Hard day at the Office"
poor old hubby said Mrs. s. soo,h
ingy. II got tina, bonnet to.do,
2 dear"
Mr. Simpkins gNn'cd.
, Al any other time Mr. Simpkins nigh
have said yes" but now with the recol
E lection Of those cherry ribbons uppcrmo.