The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-24
WHY I DIsOBEYED ORDERS.
81 COCLTna RUxrON.

ant smile handed me an envelope.
81 suppose you would like your holt
day now, Frank" he said you have
drndged the year through without MUIR
muring or shrinking from your duty,
and the firm gives you four weeks "a
whole month, my boy
Thank you, Mr.. Singleton" said,
blushing and smiling You have been
good enough to speak kindly Of me to
the company, sec, and heartily thank
you"
Il did not commend You to them more
than you deserve, Frank" he returned.
"Come back to your place amonth from
to-day, and see to. it that your face is
not SO pale as it is just now. trust you
will have pleasant vacation" Then,
with a pleasant laugh, he added, Above
all things. don't fall in love"
Fall in love!n repeated TO myself,
as Mr.. Singleton quietly retired to his
private room. mo, by Jove, Frank St
John, you must think of something else
than love-making fishing, shooting,
boating wandering through the grand
old woods that are within riile-shot of
the dear old home, where that good,
sweet mother Of mine still lives TO bless
us all. "
Iopened the envelope. 1t contained
an order on the cashier for one hundred
dollars,
Good" ! cried. II have saved a
couple Of hundred during the year.
Wits this generous present | certainly
ought 10 make the month move along
merrily No, Mr.. Singleton" / added,
"don't be afraid Of me, Love Is not in
my note book, assure YOU
Aud yet, so very inconsistent is hui
man nature, that while ! thus unused
there fitted before my minds eye a
form that used TO make my heart get in
TO MY throat.
"Ah, Jennie, suppose YOU We forgot
ten me, murmured. u suppose you
have entirely ignored me, now that |
have been absent from You for nearly a
whole year. Some other fellow sup
pose, is good dead nearer and desrer
10 you now than ever imagined myself
In your estimation. Well never mind,
Jennie Strong. won't be jealous Of
him"
And yet, somehow, while | was max
ing my preparations to return tothe ma
tive nest, Jennie's sweet face with her
deep blue eyes would peer into my So
berer orbs.
Ny home was near Oneida Lake, and
l made haste TO reach it.
The first day Of my vacation saw me
in Albany. The afternoon Of the second
in Utica, and four hours later was in
my dear mothers arm, as happy Us a
king.
Now, mind YOU, ! had firmly resolved
not to think of love, for my superior had
particularly warned me against indulg-
ing in such silly pastime; and so, just
as soon as ! had rested, and called on
my brothers, sisters, cousins and aunts,
who were not al the homestead, but who
were settled within n few miles Of it, l
began to make grand preparations for
rod and gun work. But, somehow,
when | rot into the woods, the game
wouldn't stay long enough TO be shot
and rs for the fish, they nibbled the bait
away without so much rs touching the
hook couldn't make it out used
10 be accounted sure shot, and as for
fishing, why, the tinny creatures were
SO glad to be caught by me that they
would follow whenever | went on the
lake!
81 don't know how it is, mother" !
said, before the close Of the first week,
"but there's no use Of my carrying n
gun or fishing-rod any longer. can't
shoot or hook game"
80, know the reason. Frank" cried
Margaret, the sister who always teased
me most, and who, of my near relatives,
/ cared most for. 80, | know, brother
mine," she repeated. What will you
give to know"
Nothing" | said, petulantly, "All
know is can't do any thing at home
now as | used to do it,"
"Of course not, sir" said Miss Mar
garet, with mock seriousness. "Shave
of that moustache you're so vain of,
with your city airs, and the fish will
bite"
"Tush' exclaimed,
"And, Master Frank" continued my
tease, "if you will rid your mind of ono
thought, you can bring down wood game
easy enough"
| blushcd.
"What do you meanP" demanded.
"rd like to know, sir" she retorted,
"why you haye novorthought of calling
on certain parsonage you were SO Uery
sweet on before you went to the big
city. It's my private impression public
" expressed that you've some fashona-
bic flame on your cards, sir, and have
entirely forgotten poor Jennie Strong,
to whom you vowed eternal constancy
before YOU left her TO mourn over her
sad fate"
you're foolish, Maggie" l said,
somewhat tartly
80, these young men--these young
menu she continued, raising her hands
upward and looking solcmnly out of her
great eyes. What conccitcd puppies
they areN'
NV face was allame.
III promised Mr.. Singleton" said,
gaspingly, "before ! loft him not to fall
in love-"
Maggie on hearing this fairly crowed
with laughter, and could not help no
ticinr the quiet smile that for the mo-