The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-31

THE
'MYlULLE!YIN
BY TEE Aurasstes, ns''a Avenue

MN w, shu JUST pttuBs htm Wy w -'' " r.
but my papers are all mixed"
81 think you ought to make 1t into . real
book say with enthusiasm. "fou
ought TO copy it all out, Bee, and send II
to some publisher" 'i
Bees manuscript Is Of the most extraor-
binary description--back OF letters, ten.
bags, margins OF newspapers, stray copy
books, anything, everything that can DO
procured without buying.
She looks ruefully at the mass Is speak.
III don't like to ask papa for money" she
saws her cheeks flushing. "You see he does
not know am writing. But Madgie, 90
you really think It would do for q book"
she winds up, looking into my face with
her radiant eyes.
"Yes,v answer, leaning back upon the
pillow, nv arms under my head, and gaz.
ing lovingly at my sisterSs bright beauti.
ful face. ais 1t all full Of love and lovers
Beef" rifv M 30
ayes, from find to finish, Laughing
gleefully; and then gravely--''Madgie, ]
wish | had lover Of my own; II would
be great heip to me to have some idea Of
what they really say"
Bee speaks as II she were discussing
the habits Of some animal in natural histo.
ry, and cannot help laughing at her.
"You ought to know" she says. "Oi
course you and Humphrey make love to
each other?v
.sMake lover I echo aloud; and then
say to myself, Clancy making love to
HumphreyW "Bee," resume--and my
voice is solemn-Tcouldn't you write
book without . man in II ALP" 'lf
"Without man and Bees eyes open
wide. ain that case, Madgie, 1t would be
no book
l seem to have taken up wrong views Of
the subject or Bee has; any way wa do not
agree. | cannot see that the climax Of this
life's happiness is a wedding; but perhaps
there is something wanting in my nature
All books drive hard and fast to the ulti
mate wedding peal; possibly as each bride
and bridegroom leave the church they find
out their mistake.
"Bee," say, to change the subject,
"you ought to send that story to he pub.
ished"
Bees face flushes rosy red.
~ will some day." she answers.
remember poor Bees lack Of foolscap
paper, and resolve to supply the want
She has gone back to her scribbling.
"You have killed him; can't you stop
now2" I say. "Don't hit him now that he
is down.
Bee laughs and her pen flies faster than
ever.
al have not finished her yet" she an.
swers. "The poor heroine has to be left
lamenting over his tomb"
Bee laughs over her imaginary charsc-
ters; but they are real living men and wo-
men to her while they last; and leave
her to "pile up" further "agonies," and,
on pretext Of taking walk, hurry or to
the town and make straight for Mr.. jones'
well.known shop where stationery and
such like commodities may be had--also
valentines, Christmas cards, and various
fancy articles. 9 t5
As Ilgo into the shop In my own impetu.
Gus fashion, with Crib Is of old, leaping
and barking before me, old Mr.. Jones rises
precipitately and pushes his spectacles up
to the topiof his bald forehead.
"You're welcome home, Miss Madpie."
he says--"Ars. Carstairs, I mean. Can
do anything fer ron this evening, ms'ams',
And all the time he ID craning his neck
and trying to look round the corner. Isup-
pose he fancies Humphrey is outside, and
Is trying to get peep At him. ariF
"Havs you foolscap paper'" ask, tax.
ing out my purse with the agreeable con-
seriousness Of being able TO pay for whstI
want. In the old days our boarded six
pences were always below the mark re-
CURED. Now am in position to buy up
Mr. Jones whole shop, and Mr.. Jones him
Ielf, feel too at valuation.
He dives into recess and produces a
,oodly pile Of the coveted foolscsp paper.
Chow much" | say, thinking Of darling
sees uelgnt. 0ttt aoHA~
Chow many quircs, Missl will count
81 want it all. What's the pricew
fancy ! have bought up his whole stock,
and feel delicious sense of satisfaction at
the thought.
"shall l send 1t up now, Mrs. Carstairsg"
bringing out my name without any doubt
or mistakenly new name that myself
cannot get accustomed to yet.
al will take 1t myself Isay, and, on his
demonstrating, insist; for know, II | trust
10 Mr.. Jones sending up the parcel, Bee
Will have to wait for her foolscap. 11 4
1t is too heavy indeed, Mss he asserts.
But l gather up the parcel in my strong
young arms, and step gleefuly out in the
sunshine, delighted with my purchase.
IL Is rather heavy, and my cheeks grow
very warm after short time; but strup.
gle on bravely, and presently espy Hum.
phrey coming with long strides toward,
me; and, for once In my life, am glad TO
see him, and smile up q welcome into his
astonished face az reach him and he reach.
es me, gasping under my load.
sin the name Of goodness, child, what
have you gotw he says taking the ponder.
GUS parcel from my arms. gf
"Foolscap paper for Bee" gasp out.
at la hardly fair Of Bee to make you
her messenger"
His tone sounds resentful, and fame
up at once In hot championship Of the sb-
sent.
"Bee didn't. She never knew was com.
ing, Humphrey. How could you think
such thing Of herr" M
81 don't know that I did think It," he
answers In different voice. al was vex.
ed, my darling, TO see you laboring homo
carrying astone weight. Why did YOU not
ask me TO so with your" 1o 'n.0 ~
81 never thought Of YOU'LL reply with
more tr,ithfulness than pleasantness.--
"bee had no paper. knew that she was
longing Tor IT; and 80 few OF and got all
.hat--looking at the parcel rcposing un.
DER Humphreys stalwart arm.
~ gu are good to every one but me-" he