The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-09-02

ner knee. III sne ever gives tnougnJ
TO the lover who left her so long ago,
II is TO smile at the fairy-like future he
promised her, though dare to hope
that sometimes, when the voice of my
fir tree comes TO her through the twi-
light, or when she plucks those little
blue flowers from her garden, she will
remember me with little throb of the
old love. God bless her--and pity a
poor devil like me-"
The fir tree waved its long arms in
the freshening breeze; the shadows
crept up from the gorges and spread
along the hillsides, as If seeking him
who had spoken of their dark retreats;
the bold outlines Of the Palisades
showed stern and frowning against the
sky, but the face of st. Helena, grand
and sweet, lay smiling toward the
west. waiting for the. sunset glory and
the solemn starlit night.
How it could have happened to the
ever-splendid Ulrich and myself to lose
our way, can not imagine, but we
achieved that brilliant feat Driving
quite by ourselves in the rear of the
small picnicking procession, we fell in
to further talk of Californian ways. |
was trying TO impress mein-herr with
the fact that he was too young to call
his life failure; that no one. at any
age, in California, need despair, unless
he lay down like a coward, and let the
crowd rush over him; that he must
fight, and keep on fighting; that as
| he was thrown, SO to speak, he must
| get up and rush at IL again; that Just
as sure as fate there was u competence,
if not fortune, for every brave man
here. Then repeated my well-tried
motto: "For every woe there is some
compensation"-and just then we dis
covered that we were out of sight of
our companions. Herr Schenning
touched the horse, and we sped over
the road at pace that promised to
soon bring us up with them; but, to
our surprise, we neither saw nor heard
them. The way began to seem strange.
Herr Schenning adjusted his spectacles
and took survey OF our surroundings.
1T is altogether the wrong way"
he said; 'but il we make haste back
wards, we may reach home before it is
very late +"
! My heart sank little, for the way
over which we had come was particu-
larry mountainous. There were places
which | hardly cared to pass after dark,
and Herr Schenning, with his short
sight, was, as he himself said, "not
pretty good driver" And how they
would laugh at us! However, there
was nothing for it but to retrace our
way as swiftly as possible Our con-
versation dropped somewhat, we both
seemed to have good deal of thinking
that would not bear putting into words,
althoug h we made brave joke. now
and then, to keep up the illusion OF not
caring.
But you are getting chilled" said
Herr Schenning, anxiously.
was indeed shivering in the cold
night wind that came rushing down the
Canons.
"Will you please to put on my coatP'
he implored, in comical distress.
stood but moment upon ceremony,
then allowed him to wrap the warm
garment about me.
"Now," said, laughing. "if you
contract an acute bronchitis, through
your gallantry, / shall take you home
and take care of YOU"
Thank YOU" he answered fervent-
ly, ito bn taken home, and taken care
Of seems to me, Just now, to be the
greatest good; if you would kindly
conduct me to some asylum for the
'imbecillious' | should oe forever CRATE
full. What compensation, think you,
can there be for our present woe?"
Let us await developments" | re-
piled, with, confess sort Of tremor
in my faith. / looked up at the frown-
ing cliffs, and glanced at the yawning
CULTS below. The sun had set long
since; the night was deepening, |
felt all courage fading; | did not care
now "what they thought" / wanted
to be out Of the terror of this way, safe
under some roof.
"Herr Schenning, do you remember
that snug ranch we so much admired
as we came along this wayP"
Eyes, we must be near it, and there
indeed is the light from the little
house,
| We soon reached the gate. The
moon at that moment rose grandly
above the mountains, and poured her
radiance down upon the cottage with
its clustering out-buildings, its embow-
ering shrubs and trees, the orchard and
vineyard stretching far along the hill
side. The fragrance of mignonette
and roses came down from the garden
like old friends to welcome us.
How lovely" | exclaimed involun-
tarily.
at is little Blumenwald.n said
Herr Schennng, with tremble in his
, voice.
( Our first greeting came from the
. porch, cloud of smoke from gener-
: Gus pipe, and from its neighborhood
/ came an unmistakable German voice,
7 making answer TO Herr Schenning'
, salutation. A rapid conversation il
their own language seemed TO put us
, in the right light, for our host ushere(
us cordially within the cottage.
81 drinks you moost pc quite shilly,'
he said, placing chair for me neal
the hearth, where pleasant fire added
its glow to the hospitality of the kindly
l ssIa a L.