The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-12-23
smitten by a Distinguished Looking
Stranger.


"Mrs. Browns son tells real sad
story, Major, which shows how little,
after all. we can depend upon outward
appearances for a correct estimate of
stranger" remarked Mrs. Max, renec-
lively, trying the while to separate the
ribs of n broied chicken.
IF Mrs. Browns son has been tell
ing sad story, it does indeed shake my
confidence in outward appearances.
replied the Major.
81 don't mean that, mean the story
itself, and not the fact that Mrs. Browns
son tells it, shows how mistaken we
may be. 1t seems that young lady
who lives on California Street Hill
boarded cable dummy on that street
a few mornings ago to return home af-
ter having done some early shopping.
There is not much travel at that hour,
and The only other person on that side
of the dummy with her was young
man, apparently an Englishman and
stranger. He was stylishly dressed and
both dignitied and distinguished in his
manner. You know how popular Eng
lishman-es especially army oflicors--are
with our girls here and as there was
something in his bearing that gave her
an idea he was an officer, she cannot
be blamed for taking considerable in
terest in him. Well, when the car was
climbing the steepest part of the hill
she dropped her parasol and, at the inn
minent risk of his life, he jumped of,
picked up the parasol, overlook the
dummy, jumped aboard and politely re-
turned it to her. She bowed, blushed
and thanked him. She did not fail to
notice the admiring look he gave her
when she blushed, so continued to
blush. With her it was case of first
sight His manner his handsome face
and figure had done their work with
her fancy-free heart, and it was with
sigh and tender glance she left the
dummy at - street. Imagine her
delight and agitation when she discov-
cred that he, too, had left the dummy.
He followed her. 1t was Interestingly
near home for Irritation, but he was a
stranger and so MISUNDERSTANDING
that she could not in her heart find
fault with him for his boldness. She
reached her gate, heard his footsteps
close behind her, had just determined
to drop glove for him, when her heart
was set wildly FACILITATING by his step
ping quickly forward, opening the gate
for her and asking:
beg pardon. miss, but is this Mr..
KS 'ousep'
''She blushcd again, cast down her
eyes, and stammered in low voice, 1T
is; am his daughter
"Well, hi ham the new coachman
e 'ired this morning. Will you direct
me to the servants hentrance. pleasep
Wasn't it sad, Majorp" asked
Mrs. Max, renewing her attention to
the chicken.
1T was, indeed, madam. | know of
only one case of mistaken identity that
presented sadder picture. / knew
once two estimable gentlemen, part
ners in business. who were each afllict-
ed with the same lamentable falling
they would at times drink more wine
than they had any intention Of drinking.
One evening, it was somewhat late,
they were returning together to their
homes, which were in the same block.
Rogers halted in front of house and
said: Goo nigh, Thompson; goin' bed
Where goin' to bedp' asked Thomp-
son in surprise.
Coin bed in my h-house,' replied
Rogers with much dignity.
"'This ain your h-house; my
h-house,' asserted Thompson.
"After arguing the question with
much earnestness for some time the
two friends decided to leave tho matter
to the inmates of the house, and 80
rang tho bell. A curl-paper head OBJ
truded itself from an upper window and
| a female voice asked, Who is therep"
"'We're all here, madam said Rog-
ers, AN would like to know who lives
in this h-house.'
"'Mr, Thompson lives here, said the
female voice.
"'Then, madam, won you kind
'nough to come down here an select
Misser Thompson, for Missor Rogers
wants to 60 home. '"-San Fran Call.