The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1879-04-15
HOW HE WON HER.
A THRILLING STORY or THE TIMES,

BY what STANCE freak of hcredity, the
humble home Of sturdy Deacon Gray and
his wife among the Berkshire hills, should
have such nesting as Margery, it might
have puzzled our modern philosophers to
discover, unless, perhaps the spirit Of some
ancestress, burned for wtchcraft in old
colonial days, disdaing successive plodding
generations, had reappeared in her to vex
the somewhat less rigid prophecies Of the
nineteenth century.
"She don't seem to favor the Grays, nor
yet the Percivals," one gossip had said to
another over her cradle, "but a handsome
er baby l haynt set my eyes on for these
thty years"
Margcry's growing maidenhood had ful.
filed the fair promise Of face and form. 1t
was but faint praise to call her the pref
test gnl Of all the country side, The quick
smiles that dimpled in her dainty cheeks
or broke the delicate curves of her mobile,
scarlets lips-the swift chances of her dark
eyes, full of slumbcring fire, made of her
fresh young face perpetual song with
out words" WHO should translate the
melody. Not the father, whose stern no.
tons OF flial submission, voicclcss and alb.
solute, had received a hundred shocks from
her self-asserting individuality; nor the
mother whose gentle soul was gricycd by
her distaste for the monotony Of housewife.
ly duties; nor the teacher whose patient
hand hadclose so often theOpen Tcnnyson VI
Victor Hugo above the unlearned algebra
upon her desk; nor yet the country lads
who, though Boosting other beauty, wcrc
after all, more at their ease with plain, lit
tie Annie Lee than Margcry.
John Butler, looking up at her IN tho
singers seat, on the Sunday of her seven
tcenth birthday, as he had ever since slit
was old enough to take her place there
saw as in a dream, the beautiful world o
passion and romance asleep in her heart
Waiting for the kiss Of the prlncew h,
thought with an unconscious sigh.
Years ago, in his college vacation days
he had made rare friendship with the brigh
little hoydcn; il was he who had fashioned
the kites and balls and other like boyisl
toys, for which her dol, house was disdain
ed and deserted he who had beaten TO
her the chestnut boughs on the hillside d
initiated her into thestcalthy arts of trou
| fishing in tho mountain brook.
She had grown away from him now--nu,
rather, he confessed to himself with Il dul
pain at his hcart-hc had grown away from
her He was thirty years old, and hi
daily employment OF instr,cting the halt
dozen boys, whom he was accustomed 1
receive for college preparation, made hin
feel still older, Avery quiet and humbl
liie-work, but he had chosen il both iror
certain felt aptitude for teaching and b,
cause he could not leave his widowed mott
er quite alone IN the old home to which h
chung 50 londly. Once chosen however, h
was sure TO put into 1t his best of heart d
well as brain. One may measure the pre-.
sure OF steam, or the weight of falling wa
ter, but not the powcroi conscience in on
hohle human soul, Seeing in turn th
Whe'I OF small and seemingly monotonou
. ually duties, we scarcely guess at the i'm
. mensr reserve for which, il need were, wou
lmpcl to mnrtyrdoms.
!, Ihcre was u stranger u; church that da
who' IN ms turn, gazcl at Morgery. sh
hau met him already at some village mcn
making, and knew him as Allan Wilde. n
e Mhche OF the surveying party which W,
, Just then laying the route for the NC
railway through the neighboring hin passc
J, AS II CHANGED, he had been shown SC,