The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-11-28


when we know it is hard these days TO
take care of one. All lies! I'm ashamed
of Brother Jones TO pay two cents every
day to buy paper that is full of such
stories; he had better put his cents in
the poor box. II is bad enough to have
TO hear of such works without buying a
paper TO read them, But such a taste
some folks have! There sat Sister
Jones looking at her lord and master,
Gas I've heard some folks say taking
Il all in like law and gospel.
Everything that Brother Jones says,
Sister Jones will swear by. think it's
wicked to place such trust in poor hui
man nature. l demonstrated with her
once.
"Well," said she, "Sister Scott, when
q woman has got nice likely man she
oughter look up to him and please him.
You know the man is the. head of the
woman"
don't want to make folks think that
Sister Jones is out of her head, but she
is leetle shaller, just leetle, or She
would not say such things about man
being q woman's head. | think wo-
man is more q mans head, See how
many poor miserable kites of men there
is round, ready to hang on some wo-
mans apron strings. Idetest the whole
lot on 'em! l tell the deacon so. He
says ] don't search the Scriptur, or I'd
treat him better. Jest hear that, when
I'm all the time trying to keep him out
of mischief!
The deacon likes to go down to the
harbor with his class, and the girls like
to have him spend his money on them,
buying them ice-cream and sody, and
such ike fooleries, and l don't like it.
He says I'm jealous; now I'm not jcal-
Gus. | couldn't be SO mean. But I've
got husband, and I say let the others
get one, too. He says like to scold
him. Now it's no such thing; but what
is the use of having q husband if you
can't talk to him when you feel like it?
Some people have said that | was ter
rible talker. It's nothing Of the sort.
/ just mind my own business, and say
nothing TO nobody
But | must finish about Sarah Maria
pianner. went in again the other
night. The back door was open, and
went right up stairs. opened the par
lor door, and stood minute looking at
the professor giving Sarah Mariah
a lesson. They sot side by side
by the palmer; one Of the pro-
fessors arms was round Sarah Ma
ria's waist. His other hand held
hers, and he was looking right down
inter her crimson face, and thought
he was attaching her some more OPP
roar music, as he kept a-saying, II love
you" 1t was n picture to see the pro-
fessor with his big black eyes and love-
ly moustache, hanging over our little
Sarah Mariah If he hadn't been her
teacher, | should thought he was
trying to court her. But | knew better
than that
All at once he dropt his head, and a
noise as if bunch of fire crackers went
off, sounded. was kinder scarf, and
said
''Oh, myy'
You had oughter to see them jump
The professor acted mad, and said, kind
er ugly
"Some people don't know their
place"
| guess he was mad with Sarah Ma
ria, for he ketched up his hat and said,
81 don't mean to endure this any long
err and went out
Sarah Maria felt kinder bad, too, for
the tears came into her purity eyes.
told her to keep stiff upper lip, and
not to be bullied by her teacher. She
said she was going up stairs to bed, SC
| had to 60 down stairs again. just as
| got three steps from the bottom
stepped down and fell My ankle was
doubled up under me.
The noise brought Brother JONES'
He tried to lift me up, but, Lor sake
alive! he was nowheres, couldn't stiI
me peg. 1t wasn't because | was SO
heavy, for / only weighed hundred
and ninety-seven and-a-half. There
laid until they called the deacon, and
between the two they brought me home
and laid me on my bed, and there twas
for long while.
AT last | got so lonesome that l asked
the deacon to buy one of them lying
newspapers, for should go off the han.
die if | couldn't hear nothing, even il
it wasn't true. He bought it, and the
first thing he read to me was marriage
contentious. Now that wasn't anything
very new, but was better than nothing
So he went on reading; "Prof. William
Augustus Rydal to Sarah Maria Jones. u
And at last ] began to see through the
last lesson l saw the Professor give tc
Sarah Maria. / thought it looked kind
er natural then, if it hadn't been fol
the pianner.
Well, my story is done, and here
am living martyr to music.
One day during the Second Empire