The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-11-11
TAKEN BY SURPRISE.

A loud scream suddenly stsrtle,, The
ears Of Mr.. Harlan, as he sat before his
easel, enthusiastically working upon a
painting. II came from the room @,
his next door Ieighbor, AMI be dron-
ped both palette and brushes o. he
gave nervous start, and waited mo-
tionless for repetition Of the CRY.
my poor, poor baby-my darling
Coral" in an agonized shrek succeed.
ed, and amid Other frantic calculations
was now heard the sound Of slam
med door, and feet hurrying down the
staircase.
Mr.. Harlan was for moment para
lived with horror. What was he to
think? That charming gold-haired
child, who had served him as model,
and whose delightful prattle had Of.
ten solaced him in his studio, must
have fallen from window, four stor-
les from the ground. He rushed to his
own to look out, shuddering and hcsi-
tant. lie gazed below him; his mind
was at once relieyed--no such spccta-
Gle as he had feared was visible.
Had he been dreaming? Whatcould
have occasioned that mothers awful
shrick2 His glance covered down the
street. All at the corner is q seem.
ingly excited crowd. As he looks
there advances to it, pale and with
disheveled hair, his distracted neigh
Dor still crying
"My darling little baby-my poor,
poor Coral"
She received from some one in the
gathering the limp figure of child.
which she covers with kisses and tears.
Then, her expression still despairing,
she staggers with her burden towards
the house. A street car, stationary. a
little distance of, gives the artist a
hint at the truth. Has the little crea-
turc been run over by q careless
driver! With o bound he reached his
door, and then himself tears down the
staircase, eagor TO plunge at once into
the depth of the mishap, TO know If
his anxiety is too great or too little.
lie gains the sidewalk, and, with face
averted from the mother, puts rapid
question TO a spectator:
rs the child killedI"
I'll don't know"
Still fearing TO look upon what is
now perhaps but mangled mass Of
flesh and blood, he accosts another in
the crowd:
Odd you sec the accidenl?D
"Yes.'
ocean the child live?"
81 don't think it's much hurt. As ]
turned, when the child screamed be-
hind me, | saw it under the horses
feet, but they had stopped going, and
] instantly picked it up. Twas l gave
1t to the mother. | believe it's more
frightened than hurt. One of the
horses had his foot raised as fearing &c
set it down, liza, ha. l believe he wa
afraid of hurting the little thing.
never believed horses had so much
sense. l."
From this garrulous speaker, Mr.
Harlan was now called, by catchin.
tho mothers eye. She beckoned I,
him, and he at once advanced to hel
uttering words Of coincidence and con
graduation.
won't you drop o postal card in
santly to my husbandy" exclaimc,
she. "You know his Office down tow
lie will receive it before 6, and he pre-
vented from leaving for Boston K
night"
Certainly, certainly III 20 70
him AT once"
mo, no-write! know he has I'M
portant business to-day. You migl
NOT lind him. | don't wish him to b
disturbed. He'll certainly DO In I'll
Office at 6, when he'll get the postal i
sent at once"
Mr.. Harlan drew from his breas
pocket a bill-book, and thence 10,
tai card, on which he wrote ncrvousl
. few moments, when he fastened
drop il In the box on the corner. III
mother, meanwhile, disappeared wit
in the house, where ali examinati,
proved that the intense excitement G.