The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-23


momentary silence that succeeded this
appeal. ,. !,
want to speak to you,
He obeyed, somewhat surprised she
drew him into deep recess OF stained
GLASS window, and standing there with
the rosy and amber shadows playing
about her lovely brow, like some fair
pictured saint, she told him how twenty
wears ago a wearied child and It's moth
er were fed and sheltered by n KIND
hearted stranger; how he ehad given
them money and kind wishes, when they
were utterly alone and desolate in the
wide world.
but, my love, what has all this to do
with my business matters| 49,,
"Much, Walter! l am that little
childp'
you, my dearest"
81 nv husband and the noble man
who | am persuaded, saved my life that
night, stands yonder, with gray, bowed
head and sinking heart"
MARY, you must surely bemistaken, "
Il cannot be mistaken, Walter, |
should know him among a thousand
You said YOU loved me, this morning
now grant me one little BOOM"
What is it, dearestP"
GIVE me that note he spoke Of"
Mr.. Everleigh silently went to asmall
ebony cabinet, unlocked it, and drew
out folded paper, which he placed in
her hands She glided up to the old
man, who had been gazing out Of win
dow in a sort of reverie, and laid her
soft hand on his arm.
"Do YOU remember the little golden
haired Mary whom you found with her
mother, wearied out on the roadside,
twenty years agoP"
"Do | remember her, ladyP 1t was
but this very morning | was recalling
the whole scene"
"And don't you recognize meP' she
said, smiling up into his face, as she
drew back the dropping curls. Il am
little Maryp
He stood in bcwildered silence, All
of sudden the truth seemed to break
upon him, and he laid his hand upon her
head with fearful blessing.
"And your mother, my child?"
"She has been dead for years; but it
is my dearest task to be the instrument
of her gratitude. Here is the note you
indorsed; my husband has given it to
me. See"
A small lamp was burning in one of
the inches; she held the bit Of paper over
the flame until it fell cloud of light
ashes uponthe floor .
"Wenr
Mrs. Raynesford met her husband at
the door the instant his crutches sound
ed on the little graveled path.
"Why don't you speak? OF course |
know you've nothing but bad news to
tell, but may as well hear it at once.
Have you seen the gentleman What
did he say?'
Hannah" said old Job Raynesford,
slowly folding up his gloves, edo you
remember the 80 | gave that poor
young wanderer a score years ago to-
dayp"
"Why, Of course l do Didn't | re-
mind you of it not twelve hours agoP
What has that to do with our troubles,
pray?'
unsatisfactory Ireceived payment,
principal and intereStp
"What do you mean, job Raynes-
ford?"
This little golden-baired child that
sat beside our hearthstone that June
evening is Lawyer Everleigh's wife, and
have seen her burn the note that has
hung like a milestone around my neck
for many years. She said it was paying
a sacred debt of gratitude; but heaven
knows looked for no such reward"
There was II moments silence. The
old man was bordering over the past,
and Mrs Raynesford was so taken by
surprise that she really could not say
anything.
"And now, wife, what have you to
say about my financial mistakes?" said
job, archly.
Mrs. Raynesford had no argument
suited to the emergencies of the case,
and she wisely said-nothing, -NeD
York World.