The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-03-08


ooh, hop growled the old man. "In
have him there Ii he has stolen away
my pupils, he shan't have my daughter.
The next time he comes, YOU'RE not to
let him in-do you hear, Martha?"
Eyes, sir" answered Martha. And,
letting fall pile of plates, broke half of
them, tore her only gown in irving TO
save them, burned her fingers when she
lighted her fathers pipe, got well scold.
cd, and went crying TO bed.
After that, every morning was laid on
the door steps brace OF birds, a basket
OF fruit, or some fine fish, always for the
professor, who began tofancy thatsome
of his old friends had at last remembered
him, and chuckled NIGHTLY over them
10 Martha, who bluShed rs red us rose,
but p~ver said word.
One morning, however, the old man
who was as curious as q woman-took
IL in his head to find out whether it
rained fish, birds, and fruit, or whether
he had still friend in Blunder; and,
posting himself behind the curtains,
watched the doorstep as a cat would a
mouse, till, TO his horror, he deserted
the dark-eyed young professor in the
very act OF depositing superb haunch
OF venison.
you scounRycll you villain! YOU
cowardn' shrieked the old man, in a
fury. throwing open the window; lyon
wretoh you poisoner! you pettifogger!
You huckster! you ninny. you"
Here, as he could think Of nothing
else. he threw his wooden leg at him.
The young man picked it up, and po-
litely handed il to Martha, who came
running to the window, as by this time
did also half of the Blundernarans-
who, being only half awake, and hardly
dressed at all, decided that the young
professor mad been trying to poison the
old one; that he was discovered in the
act of trying to elope with Martha; that
the house was on fire; that the old pro-
fessor was crazy; that he was drunk,
and a variety Of equally consistent and
sensible opinions. But the truth of the
matter leaking out Gas it always will,
little ones, no matter how deep they
bury iD, the Blundernarians exclaimed,
with one voice, that the old professor
was an idiot and an ass, and, as idiots
and asses have no right to live, unani-
mously resolved TO starve him out, by
depriving Martha Of the little work by
which she had been able to support her
father and herself. Only the minister's
wife couldn't be made to see that she
ought to starve fellow-creature because
he was poor and cross; and between her
and the dark-eyed stranger, who used to
smuggle his contributions now into the
kitchen, they managed to Struggle on
for few months longer.
AT last, one day, Martha found the
dark-eyed stranger himself in the kitch-
en-, and was going to blush and scream,
but concluded to cry, when he told her
that he was going away.
IL have ruined your father he said,
sorrowfully, land he won't let me repay
him; so you see ! must go.n
ut will do no good,n answered
Martha Some one else will come. You
have taught our people too much.
They will never come back to Herr
Worstanadrum.
But there is another reason" he
said. 81 am very unhappy. | love
little blue-eyed girl who is my next
door neighbor; but her father hates me,
and.l don't think she would marry me
without his consent-do your And he
looked straight into Martha's eyes, as if
she could know anything about it,
Il don't think she would" answered |
Martha. "if she is agood girl"
"Shc is very good he said, positively; |
$50 you see there is no hope forme, and |
] must go"
On which Martha whispered some
thing in his ear--to which he said; ''Do |
you think so?"--to which she answered:
81 know so!m--on which he said: 'Tll
try'-and went away.
That evening the professor was quite
alone, and the door was open. He was
wondering what kept Martha so long.
and grumbling terribly as he smoked
his pipe, when in came the dark-cyed
stranger.
81 came to make my peace with YOU"
he said, mournfully, Il am going
away"
Take seat, sir" said the professor,
growing civil at once.
"a am going" he repeated, seating
himself close to the old man, ''for two
reasons. The first is, that I love your
daughter Martha, and am sure youwon't
let me have her; but the principal one
is-llerr Worstanadrum.
Herr Worstanadrumn' repeated the =.
old man, opening his eyes very wide.
Eyes, am tormented by the recollec-
ton of your superior excellence. My
style of playing pleases; ii is popular.
Why? Because the vulgar can UNDER
stand and appreciate it--just ike the
children like the primer better than
Cicero's orations. Yours is the true
school-the only fountain of all excel
lence. But it is only great minds like
yours that can comprehend the mean
ing Of such wdndrous melodies like those
of Herr Worstanadrum; but to play them
--ah! that is reserved for you. l have
tried it, and failed"
Really" interrupted the old man,
hugely delighted.
"Yes, really. am continually trying
TO recall 1t, but in vain. 1t haunts me;
it crazes me; and since cannot bear
the torture, fly"
But the professor was already at the