The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-29
"Mel. what is it snoutg said rretn.

"What! Salu FretnlDhut, 'uIeauy'
Come said vaugiron, inpatient
", don't be getting any idiotic ideas
into your head have nothing to re-
proach her with"
"But you have something ON your
mind"
Eyes. l have. am jealous"
"Of Maurice Boisgibert."
"How do You know"
81 know because Ihave seen"
X "Ssenr' shouted Vaugiron, bounding
from bis seat. "Seen! seen! What
have you seenp'
"Come, now" said Prethibaut,
"don't be getting any foolish ideas in
to your head. / have seen nothing
alarming. ! have seen, however, that
that young puppy, Boisgibert, is alto
gether too attentive to your wife"
well, that's what WANTED to speak
about. The fellow has presumed to
address some verses to her."
"What are they about?'
"What are they about? Oh, what all
poets write about-moon on tho waves,
stars, and flowers, gentle zephyrs' an,
gels, gondolas, sympathetic souls, and
all sorts Of idiotic things"
Naturally said Ptethibaut, 81
nigh, have known it. But how did
you come to see this letter."
"Why, Horteuse brought it to me
herself, of course. "
"She did, ehp Well, Vaugiron, con-
graduate you on your wife. Now, list
en- to me. viii you follow my adj
vicep"
"Blindly.h
"Whatever may say or do you will
not contradict or oppose me-"
II promise
Every WE'LL then Young Boisgibert
will not favor us with his company du
ring the shooting season. Here is what
YOU must do: tonight. at dinner, when
you see me take a pinch of snuff, strike
the table with your fist, and say, in g
cavernous voice: 4 would do tho
same''
Hum" said Vaugiron, 80 cavern
Gus voice, pinch of snuff, and blow
on tho table, Why-what-how--'
Never mind" said Prethibaut, do
as l tell you, old boy, and you're all
right"
That evening there were gathered
around Vaugiron's festive board eight
gentlemen. Six vacant chairs showed
that the ladies had left them. I'm
numbered empty bottles showed that
they were good hunters and true. But
one man had attempted to escape to
Join the ladies. Several times had
Boisgibert made move, but Pretbibaut
would invariably ask, with much kind
ness, "Are you not well this evening,
sir?'so he was forced to remain.
OF ail'the merry crowd, Prethibaut
alone seemed preoccupied. There was
a gloomy expression upon his face, and
it finally attracted attention.
whats the matter with you tonight,
Prethibautp' asked one OF the guests,
'you look as If You were at funeral"
pardon me, gentlemen" replied the
gloomy one, 'there are certain ami
versaries in a mans life--but no; the
story is not pleasant one"
"Never mind--whats the oddsP Go
on and tell it anyway" was the cry.
"Very well, gentlemen" said Prethi-
baut, placing his snuf-box on the table
before him. and gazing on it with deep
melancholy. twill tell you the story.
Thirty-fve years ago to-day l was the
chief actor in domestic tragedy"
Your Interrupted Vaugiron, 'you
| in domestic tragedyp"
For reply Prothibaut favored his
friend with violent kick under the Ia
BILE, and went on:
"At that time l was but twenty-five,
my life was peaceful and happy. had
wife whom I adored, daughter
whom idolized."
What, you," bawled Vaugiron.
yes" went on Prethibaut, giving
him another kick my estate was in
the Ardennes, and / was passionate
hunter. Adjoining my property was
that of man little younger than l..
He was about the same age as Maurice
Boisgiber. here, and, by the way, he
much resembled him. Well. we often
met; we became friends. He came to
my house, and--eXcuse me gentlemen,
but my old blood boils when think OF
it-he wrote some verses to my wife.
"Well, l sought him out told him
that one of us must die; that, in order
TO avoid scandal. we would load oul
pieces with buckshot, conceal ourselves
on both sides of trail. and when the
boar was driven by us we would fire
but not at the boar
ut was done. Thirty-tive years agc
to-day We lay crouched there, glaring Il
each other across the trail. We heard thu
boar coming; we fired. Whether {
consciousn oss Of guilt had unnerved m
friends hand, or not, do not know
yet was uninjured. But both load
from my gun struck him. and he fe'
back. his head and breast pierced wit
balls, mangled, bleeding corpse
There is not much more to tell ] wa
arrested and released. as on the sur
face it was accidental. My wife die
in mad-house; my daughter die
shortly after. and now l am alone
Can You wonder, gentlemen, that ] nj
melancholy when the years bring roun'
again the day on which | slew m
fIiendp"