The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-12-04

the entrance of our stern old tutor.
"Did you bring the caseP" we heard
him ask from an adjoining apartment;
and Mamie trembled at the reply, that
some young ladies would account for
his failure.
'Conduct them here" we heard him
say; and we were ushered into our pro-
fessor's presence.
And not the professor alone,
In the darkened light of the room
we saw our tutor sitting by a low couch,
and supporting with his strong arms q
pale, haggard woman, with gentle
ness and tenderness we had thought
inconsistent with this grave man Of
science.
He greeted me kindly, but looked
puzzled when he saw Mamie.
Only waiting TO be assured that her
recital would not disturb the invalid,
Mamie, with trembling voice told her
story, her sorrow, her incompetency to
remunerate the loss; and then unfolded
her plan of restoring their value when
size had completed her studies, begging
him to take her watch as pledge.
The professor listened quietly, with
his eyes fixed on the pale face at his
side, and when Mamie had finished,
simply remarked:
Il am sorry. We will talk about it
some other time"
We rose to go; but the invalid beck
oned us TO her, murmurng:
80 young and happy God bless
your
Then She looked at Mamie steadily,
and turning to her husband, said;
Her eyes are like tUoSe Of Alice, in
the little picture.
"Not usually; but to-day they are
said our professor, looking searchingly
into Nannie's clear blue eyes,
Then we passed out, sad for our pro-
foSSor and happy for ourselves; and
That day witnessed vow of Mamie
Bukcr's that her errors of judgment
aud conduct in her past treatment Of
our tutor should be atoned for in the
future
A week passed by, and there was no
recitation in Professor Stcrling'S room,
for he had buried his wife,
Then we met quiet lonely man there
one morning, who mechanically went
through the recitation, and at the close
requested Mamie Barker and myself to
remain, He drew Nanuies watch from
his pocket, saying:
II did not know until to-day you left
this in my possession You will please
take it again. see by your face that
can trust You now without this pledge,
In examining this watch, see upon it
the name of Alice That is not your
nameM
mo. Alice is my mothers name"
answered Mamie. at was her watch
when she was Alice CARROLL
"Alice Carroll is your mother. thenm
said the professor in a tone of amaze
ment, and with a far-oif look in his
deep set eyes. II knew her once"
Then followed such inquiries ~
old friends ever put, and our tutor left
us to wonder over this strange coinci-
dence
More than year had glided swiftly
by, and the pupils at Madame D'Or-
says were preparing for Christmas hol-
idays, when | entered the deserted
drawing-room one dark rainy evening.
There were no lights; and as | CROPPED
my way 10 the register | was surprised
to find a chair occupied by form
wrapped in q shawl, and face mutlled
in a handkerchief.
"Ah,' thought [, "here is some poor
girl who has no home where she can
spend her vacation.
But Mamie Bankers low voice broke
the silence with
"Oh Mary, | am so wretched and
miScrabIe,o
"You wrctchedm | exclaimed, II
thought YOU were happiness incarnate.
The pet of your schoolmates, the al
miralion of your teachers, Professor
S,erIing's acknowledged favoric, bear
ing of honors like a Dutch woman
blackbeTies, and within three days of
home. | don't understand this emo
ton
II have been happy here" she re-
sponded, "aud | have longed TO 30
home to mamma but now, oh, Mary,
she is going TO be marriedN'
! wistlcd, impolte and unladylike
though it was, for knew not what
comment to make,
Yes continued Mamie, checking
her >obs II have been pleased for a
long time that mamma wrote me such
happy letters. She has had much to
make her unhappy, When very young
she loved some one whom her father
forbade her to marry, Then she mar
ried Clarence Barker, my father; and
it grcves me TO say he treated my
mother mkindly ! used to shrink
from him in dread; and hence my fear
of mon After all mamma endured,
never believed she would marry again
and allow q s,ep-faher to separate u.s.
tried TO comfort her, limiting that
this might be her mothers first love.
Yes she answered. Mamma
writes me that before she knew my
father she loved this man who is to be
my stcp-fathcr Step-father, indeed
How could my mother?n
Scarcely less resigned was she when
she left for home; but the next day
came note saying
81 have come out Of the vale Of tears
and am on Pisgah's top, met my
mother in melting mood in which |
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