The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-08-19

often mentioned in dispatches for GAL
lantry on the field.
And Clement Hastings was Flooding
away in London, driving his pen hard,
and piling up MS, but finding its
marketable value just enough to keep
him comfortably, and not allow him to
get much ahead; and his mother being
dead and having had only q life inter-
terest in the property that had sup
ported her comfortably, the young man
had to depend wholly upon himself.
One day he received letter from
Horace Mervyn, which particularly in
terested him, for it asked him to call
upon Miss Davenant, the daughter of
distinguished officer who had lately re-
turned to England from the East.
s'Miss Davenant," added Horace, lis
the one girl in the world for me, and
one OF these days | intend to ask her
to be my wife, so l wish you to see her,
Clement, and tell me what you think
of her; and, by the way, don't forget
to throw in good word for yours
truly"
OF course Clement Hastings called
on Kate Davenant, and, at sight, ne
fell in love with the beautiful girl,
whose character was as lovely as were
her face and form.
And, at a glance almost, he discov-
cred that her opinion OF Horace was
such that, when she was asked to be-
come his wife she would not refuse, for,
when about to take his leave, she said,
earnestly:
..Oh, Mr.. Hastings please write to
Lieutenant Mervyn and ask him to be
less rash. for you do not know how
very reckless he is, and the officers and
men say he will surely be killed; you
will tell him to be careful, for | know
you have influence with him, as he has
ever spoken of you so highly"
Clement promised, but in his heart
there came the first bitter thought he
had ever had against his friend, and he
muttered, as he walked back to his
room:
If he throws his life away it is not
my fault; and then Kate Davenant may
learn to love me"
To win admiration from Miss Dave
nant. Clement Hastings worked with
redoubled energy, and, with the half
dozen plays he had written, went from
manager to manager begging to read
them what he knew would make their
fortune and his own, should they put
it on the stage.
But the managers thought differently
after hearing several acts of each play
read, and declined them, with the adj
vice to the writer that, if he perse-
vcred, in time he might bring out a
drama that would make hit.
'In time / shall be an old man; but
these fellows are fools, cyclists, who
alone think they know what will suit
the public; but / will try again, for l
must write something brilliant to find
favor in the eyes of Kate, for she actu-
ally yawned behind her fan when |
read to her last night my learned ar
ticle upon the Immortality of the
Brute Creation | am afraid my style
may be little too heavy" and enter
ing his rooms Clement found there
box that had arrived from India, ad-
dressed to him.
TWAS from Horace Mervyn, and con-
tanned lot of Indian curiosities, few
specimens of native arms, and a roll Of
manuscript.
"Well, what is thisp" And Clement
took up the package of paper and
looked at it.
"What! play, and written by Hor-
acep Why, the man is crazy to think
that he can write, for how he ever
passed through Woolwich, cannot
understand oh! here is his letter."
and opening it he read
GH0RABAD, Sept, 49,.
"MY DEAR OLD CLEM.--I send you herewith a
few souvenirs that may be acceptable, as they
are curiosties In England.
Kate writes me that you call Often and she
likes you immensely; but don't fall In love
with her, Glen, for You know she is my bright,
particular star.
"You have doubtless seen accounts of our
hard work here, so I'll not bore you with re-
peating the story, and have but moment to
write. Goodbye, and good luck to you.
CD ,,,., Yours rouns..o ,.i HORACE MEnvYN,
the hill tribes, and expect hot time, but hope
to win my oaptaincy.
by the way, ! have employed my leisure
hours In scrlbbling, and, just to please Kate,
have written play, though she knows moth
ing about 1t, and have kept 1t as dead Sc
cret from my brother officers, not being will.
ing 10 be laughed at as pedantic fool. | now
send It to you, aud its title Is The vagabond'
"Of course you can at glance decide upon
its merits, II II has any. and bring II out for
me- II II has only dement's, which believe,
make oigarlighters of II, aud as you love me-
do not tell Kate. Goodbye again.-TIoRACE"
"Well, here goes for the first cigar
lighted with his nonsense" and the
title page was rolled up and held in
the blaze; but as Clement Hastings sat
musing and smoking, his eye fell upon
the opening words of "The Vaga-
bond" and something in them caused
him to read farther.
And, as each page was read, he con-
tnued on, until at last he dropped the
MS. and said, angrily:
why didn't think of thisp IL will
60 as certain as sit here-if | let a
manager see II, which will take good
care not to do, as Kate Davenant Shall
never know that he can do what can.
not"
He was half-tempted to destroy it,
but refraned from so doing, and locked
II up after moments thought.
The next dav, as he read his morn
ing paper and ate his breakfast, his
eyes fell upon the Geographic head
lines
s.Maasacre of frnnne In India ,aya,