The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-17

ther was turned out Of Carstairs. Uncle
Anthony was in the wrong; but he was
the elder son, and Of course did what he
liked. The two brothers never saw each
other again. My father made just enough
by his oil-paintings to keep body and soul
together. He died when was three years
old. When | was ilteen--a great gawky
boy, who spent half of his days daubing
In oils my mother died; and when she was
dying she made me promise to 20 and see
my uncle Anthony. think, poor soul,
she thought his heart would warm to his
brothers son. So one day ! started for
Carstairs, the old family place that had be-
longed to the Carstars for years. Antho-
ny Carstairs was not married, he was
cross, grabbed old bachelor, and was toad
led, worshipped and courted by his rel
atiyes.
WAnother bcggar" he said, when | was
ushered into his presence
II remember the scene well-the cyni-
cal old man, with his hard features and
sour expression, and the great long-limbed
boy facing him defantly.
81 am no beggarp cried looking
straight into his passionate face. 'And,
Anthony Carstairs, will not insult my
fathers memory by staying another mo-
ment under your roofn And, bursting
with Indignation, left him.
"'IIumphrey over again. heard him
say; aud then he shouted out, BOY, say
come back =
"But my long legs carried Inc away
down the avenue, and never saw Car.
stairs again until entered its gates as its
master"
"Humphrey," | say, looking into his
face with glistening eyes, 81 like you for
your spirit; If you had cringed and fawncd
upon that old man, | should have hated
you"
Humphrey laughs little as he goes on
with his story.
81 believe old uncle Anthony took fan
cy TO me, and made several attempts tc
find out where / lived; but he was toe
proud to do so openly; and so never knew
| in reality that the poor old man was try
ing to atone TO his brothers son. | was
struggling with poverty in London from
boyhood TO manhood, for twenty-five long
long years, trying, as my father had done
to make money by my pictures. sometime;
succeeded, more often by far was heart
sick from failure and sirkened by disap
pointment. But one day saw an adver
tisement in the Times which stated that in,
formation was wanted Of the whereabouts
of 'Humphrey Carstairs, nephew Of the late
| Anthony Carstairs.' TO my great surprise
/ found that uncle Anthony had left Inc
everything belonging to him, at the last
| outwitting his numerous relatives who
had watched for his death so long"
Humphreys voice grows earnest, and
he takes one of my hands suddenly in his.
at was all plain sailing after that, darl-
ing; and now / only want one thing to
make me the happiest man on carth'
"And that" say without the slightest
idea of what is coming. "What is the one
thing, Humphrey"
"Your love-" he whispers. "Heayen
grant that it may be mine one day."
We are in Paris. / have seen all the
wonderful sights of this beautiful city. and
am in q maze still, in dream of bewiIder.
ment.
"HowI should have enjoyed all this with
u Stli ~. rttll iftillI2 TIC
want of anything in common between
my husband and myself and yearn.
ing for Bee to be my companion in this
daily round of Sightseeing which has be.
come quite wetrisome to me.
am pining for the quiet homc-life again.
Herein lies the sting, the gnawing discon.
tent, that not TO the old life shall return,
but to new home, a new existence with
this tall bearded man To be my companion
for the rest of my life. He is very kind to
me, so kind that my conscience reproaches
me for not liking him better
"Madgie,' he says one day, "what
anything in Paris, thought ladies loved
shopping"
answer him witha grave little laugh.
81 don't know how 1t is Humphrey, but
] used to be always longing for things
when had no money. Even if | went into
the smallest shop was sure to see some.
thing wished to have. Now Ineyer care
to buy anything-and see, my purse i,
fuHs" And empty lot of gold into my
lap, and pass the coins between my fingers.
When Humphrey speaks again there is
a harshness in his voice that was not there
before.
"The wish has gone with the power to
crafty it, he says. And 1 replace the
gold pieces and come and stand by his
side.
Humphrey" whisper shyly, "may l
buy some presents for them all at home? /
don't want anything for myself-you have
| given me so much--but | should like to
take them home something from Paris
He hears me to the end and then speaks
| In u low panied voice.
"May YOU take presents home! Oh,
Madge, did you think that my permission
was necessary Should there lie such a
thing between husband aud wife as thine
and mine: Ny wife, my darling, all mine
is yoursw
There are tears in my eyes before he has
| finished, for his voice is 50 full Of pain. H.
seems that we are TO be perpetually mis-
understanding each other.
"Come," he says, speaking with sudden
cheerilllness that ] feel In my heart is rs
sumed, "gct your hat Madgie, and we will
20 and choose something pretty for Lena
and Bee"
The selection Of the presents occupy the
whole morning; bu, il is accomplished
even 10 my satisfaction. Humphrey wants
to purchase the most absurd things, and
laugh at his suggestions. We decide upon
u gold watch for Helen, and 20 into &C.
stacics over the idea
"Would't Lena Hike one too," Humphrey
asks, his face bcaming at my delight.
,tDI nnv I answar turniup away de-