The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-03-03


but my habits are eXtravagant My
father, ike your mother, has entered
into disastrous spcculations, and | will
not bind you to marriage which could
result in nothing but misery,
Yours ever, in deep despair,
PERCIyAL LESTER
All, il was all like a dream to Polly.
They went back TO the old house, and
the Shop was opened again, The dirty
boxes we're brushed, the counter oiled,
the pins and buttons, and striped blue
elastic, and boxes of cheap thimbles,
and the cardboard notices stamped for
working in silk, graccd the glass once
more.
The same limited number of custom
ers dropped in, and Polly served be-
hind the counter and washed the dishes
inthe back room. She was very wretched
and life looked very dark indeed to her.
Mrs Dcmpster and her son still lived
on the upper floor. The mother told
Mrs Cranstone that she thought Dick
was beginning TO like Nellie Brown,
the hair-dresser'S pretty daughter.
Sometimes Dick would pass the win
dow, but he never looked toward it.
Polly used to sit behind the counter
thinking of him. What lover she had
had, and She had cast him away for a
fortunc-hunter Her verdict was that
she deserved her punishment, and she
was very sad and very meek,
She expected nothing now but to die
an old maid, living behind that little
shop counter, and never having any adj
mration or attention again.
In this mood she sat beside her moth
cr one winter evening. The table was
spread with the thick stone china; the
brown teapot and the plate Of sauSages
Kissed on the hob. The door stood
open between the shop and parlor. All
that had happened since might have
been dream, and it might have been
the same night, n year before, when the
letter had come to them which had
made such changes, and Polly had even
poured out the second cup of tea for her
mother, when the door into the store
creakcd, and looking up, she saw Dick
standing there, biz and brown as ever,
with such look in his eyes. But it
could not he for her; She did not de-
serve it, And Polly dropped her head
upon her hands and burst into tears.
Then she felt Dick kncel down beside
her and put his arm around her waist.
'Look at me, PolIy,' he whispered.
Look at me my dear. can not bear
it any more. ! never can help loving
YOU, and for all that's come and gone,
| believe YOU do love me n little
Then Polly found courage to put her
hands upon hi, shoulders, and whisper:
cont Dick, | believe do
They were married in a very little
while, and it was only after the we'd
ding that Mrs CranStone, with very
solemn face said she had a confession
to make.
II haven't lost my money at all my
dears,n she said. I'm half afraid of
it, for it seemed to bring unhappiness
with it. Yet still it's comfortable to be
rich. And now you are married TO an
honest man, that chose You when you
were poor; my dear, we might as well
make the best OF it, and all 90 over to-
gether TO the bic house, the servants are
keeping for us, thinking we're of on
journey | shall never blame myself,
and don't think any OF you will blame
me, either
Dick looked at Polly, but she only
threw her arms about his neck and hid
her face in his bosom and said
"The money can not make me any
happier than am, Dick
And even Mrs. DcmpSter declared:
1.-The house don't seem too fine to me
now, for there's love in it, and truth in
it, and my Dick is as happy rs the
day