The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-01-08

w" manu- ~ GU udIu anu painful 10 i've
as it is to die. l mean, don't make life too
much Of an effort and struggle"
at is meant to be an effort and a strug-
GLE said he; "there is rest and more
than enough of rest when we come to
that" and he pointed hastily to the lonely
grey tomb.
Lucy looked at his strong and earnest
face. She wondered what kind of work
he tried to do. She did not think he was
likely to fail in it. His face was full Of
kindness as well as strength. The rest
OF the party having moved a step OF two
up the bank again--Lettice always did
run away from all "dsmal talk"-Lucy
said, "Is it wrong to ask you what work
you wish and try to doi"
He smiled and his smile was particu-
larly delightful one, and contained warm
recognition Of her sympathy. "My work."
said he, sis to try to make people admire
Gods work more. Every bit of nature
which is left urispoiled by man greedi-
ness, or wickedness, or stupidity, has
something noble or grand in it--some-
thing divine left in it. The skies and
clouds, which man cannot NEEDLE with,
are always magnificent. try to transfer
TO paper some Of the beauty / see--gen-
orally the most beautiful things are the
most fugitive"
THAT is true" said Lucy; the sky we
admired 80 has changed already"
ayes. Is it not wonderful TO think that
day by day-nay, minute by minute-na-
ture sets painted poem before us, wheth-
er any one is there to see it or NOT"
sand you want to get more and more
people to see and enjoy it 7"
ayes, and to take pleasure in the ways
Of quiet peacefulness, and think it dis
grace to blot out any part Of this revela-
ton from above for mere GAIN
explain little said Lucy.
Il don't want TO stop trade, Of course,
but still this wanton destruction of all
beauty the moment trade steps in is very
hateful! l am viewing things as an art
list, of course; but there is no doubt that
mems characters are degraded with the
degradation of the scenery around them.
| Both as n man and an artist grieve over
the crushing out of the sweet pastoral
| life of the land, which gives us instead Of
homely, contented husbandmen, men who
| burn down their masters houses and don't
mind whether Il servant or two are left in
them or not. You saw that account in the
newspaper the other dayi"
"Then you preach the gospel of beauty,
and think if people attached more value
to it they would be betteri"
"0f course they would--that is an un-
doubted fact"
81 am so much obliged to you for talk
ing to me-" said. Lucy hu~lHIhumy, she
added; and then she blushed and was
afraid it was very odd of her to speak so,
! while he looked ut her and for once wish
ed he was figure painter.
"'Paint beautifully" said he; "oh no,
only try. / wish did not make such
failures However, the greatest wish /
have is to paint good picturesque day"
Lucy looked down. She found herself
wishing she could sometimes be near him
to help him--or at any rate TO hear him
talk. People who work in the spirit you
do" said she, do not often fall
They moved slowly away from the tomb
by which they had been standing, and
went back to the top Of the hill. "Are
You going to paint hereY" said she, and
she spoke very reverently; she was think
ing perhaps she herself would now paint
better after talking to him and hearing his
aim in art. Then she said, ii should so
like to see some of your work.
"You would think me an impostor who
talked Of great things, and did but little
ones"
She shook her head. She did not be-
lieve that.
Philip had sauntered away, and was
switching off the heads of some thistles.
He appeared to be completely happy
Mrs. Mostyn was just settling herself
down with her back to the view and the
third volume of a very commonplace nov
ell. She hourished it in Lucy's eyes, and
said, "You see, Miss Lucy, am provided.
l know what going sketching with you,
is--sitting hour after hour, with nothing
TO do"
Cant you look at the view am going
to try to sketchH-it is supposed TO be
worth looking at, or | should not want to
do it," said Lucy, who now felt sketching
from nature to be much more important
and dignihed occupation than she had
hitherto believed.
II have looked at i'll can't always
be looking at the same thing Come, sit
down, and begin! am quite happy here,
and IL want to see more Of the view,
can study your sketch
Lucy sat down. She was rather vexed
with Lettice's tone Of mind. After all,
she said to herself it is very bad to be
80 much with people whose tone is lowl--
II would have been far better for me if
had been more with some one like our
new friend lie stirs up all my better
thoughts. She began her sketch. The
stranger retreated and began to study
the scene before him. Presently he, too,
sat down, and began to sketch, or mako
notes. Then Lucy looked at him. His
keen, earnest eyes were fixed on sky and
land--he was thinking only Of them, and
she could watch him unperceived. II