The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-05-08
A Story with a Moral.

New York Tribune
1t was not long ago that gentleman
said to me-he was in wine" Johnny,
| will take your best bouquet-that big
one on tray, fit to be the bridal bed
Of Eve-if you will carry it to this adj
Dress
IAN right, boss" was my response,
rs | took his $40 bill, and observed q
rather devilish light in hise We, while
he wrote name on card, started off
to deliver it, and stopping close by to
change my note and eat bit Of lunch,
n good many people gathered near the
great prize bouquet and began to talk
about it, and to smell it, and so,
whether some jealous rivals stole that
card. or whether had dropped it on
the street the card was missing when
took up the great salver OF flowers
again.
fastened back to tho place where
had met the gentlemen. He had gone
away in carriage. told my trouble
to the hotel clerk, the genial ellis, and
he said, "PShaw! take it to his wife.
He is no sporting man."
Now, that gentleman,l knew, by an
accident of passing his house, and I
had often admired the infexible, the
solitary, the lofty and self-reliant quail
ity in him. He was kind to his interiors,
manly TO his equals, naughty to his
superiors. About once or twice a year
he showed liquor in his eyes, as IL Cain
had bred on Abefs stock, and little
liquor brought out the consanguinity.
said to myself: "These flowers will
wither for which have been paid.
believe he meant to send them to his
wife, and | will take them"
rang the door-bell of his house and
asked for the lady. Shown into the
parlor l saw my buyers picture over
the mantel. A lady entered the parlor
and beheld the flowers. She turned to
me and said: "Who are these forP"
''For you, madam"
"For me?" Her face flushed who
has dared to send flowers to me?''
saw was in for it somewhere, and
there was no safety butin consistent "
ing. Your husband sent them, Mrs"
/ had heard his name, and felt that this
was his wife,
"My husbandP" Her voice faltered.
GLOW came he to send me flowers?
Have you not made mistaken"
mo, madam. He has never bought
flowers from me before. He is not n
customer of gallantry. There is no
mistake about it,"
She seemed all tluttered, like o Wild
ow told that her husband has returned
to life. She walked TO me like wom-
an of authority and under some high
mental excitement. Looking into my
eyes she said:
What did my husband sayp"
''He said, madam, Il have not made
present to my dear wife for years.
Business and care have arisen between
u.s. Take her these flowers that their
blossoms may dispel the winter from
our hearts and makes usyoung again"
She turned to the bouquet and rained
her tears upon it. An orange bud she
took, all blinded so, and hid ii in her
bosom. She sank upon her knees, and
laid her head among the flowers to let
their GOODNESS refresh her parched, neg
lected heart, and sobbed the JOY of love
and confidence again. stole away like
citizen of the world.
AS | went up the street and stopped
at the same hotel, the husband was
there. johnny" said he, Ibid you
deliver the bouquet" "Yes. / took it
to your wife" ITO my wifep" Eyes,
boss, you are too good man to wander
as you wished to go. Go home. Tho
ice is broken. Your wife is full of graft
tude. Saved by mistake. embrace
the blessed opening made for both of
you; plant those rich blossoms on the
grave of estrangement, and in the words
of the great good book, cling to the
wife of thy youth"
He staggered moment, looked as II
he ought to knock me down, and rushed
from the place,
Next day met her upon his arm.
johnny" he said. "bring her as big
bouquet every week, and save one