The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-12-21

signed to her, bad made up the big
foather-bed, brought water and towels,
and now stood irresolute at window,
with bird-cage in her hand.
my Bird sir, I-I-suppoJe ho will
trouble YOU"
what! that little thiugP Not at ALL
replied Maurice.
His answer evidently pleased her,
Il am very glad. This is all tho
place | have to put him safe from
Herod.N
"Herod?'
'The cat"
THE big, skulking black fellow in
the kitchen?"
Bella said yes, and carefully hung up
the cage again.
The fluffy, yellow ball on the perch
stirred removed his head from under
his soft wing, and looked sleepily at her
with small black eye.
"Gody's very knowing" murmured
the girl, watching him,
The first smile that Maurice had seen
there frightened her cheek, and his
artist-eye noticed that her lips were
round and red as cherries. How for
lorn and down-trodden she was! He
put kindly hand on her shortcut,
nut,brown hair.
What pretty hair you have! Who
cuts it so short?n
Mrs. Trevethck. 1t takes so much
time to take care of it, when it gets
long" she answered, gently, but re-
moving from his touch with an inyol-
untary air which made him wonder how
old this poor child was and in q mo-
ment she was gone.
He went down to the mill the next
day, and made up his mind to make .
sketch of the river there, He was
obliged to alter his plans to do so; but
the testimony of his brother artists was
not at fault--the view was lovely be-
You'd compare.
For day or two he forgot everything
but his work He noticed, however,
that the little bird in his window was
every day supplied with fresh seed and
water, and throye and sang, And dali
ly and hourly, when he was upon the
premises, he heard Mrs, Trevethck
scolding Bella.
He observed, ut length, a lumber,
fresh-flled every day with carnations
and velvety scarlet cardinal flowers,
which were placed upon the table in
his room, making a fine bit of color,
and wondered at the unsupported taste
for beauty in Mrs. Trevethck.
At the end Of the fourth day his
} sketch was completed. He was exceed
ingy pleased with it, and promised IL
perfect from it delightful picture.
II would prove a success to display to
. his artist friends, and best of all, hi,
mother He had beloved mother
= who hoped all things of her only son,
> There was girl, too, with fringc
of golden hair above her delicate eye
brows, who would smile, too, if he sole
his picture at a good price. Florence
Atherton liked success.
$ He came into the house that day tn,
r last OF his stay at the farm, with Ugh
: heart, which beat more slowly a. th'
}" sound of Mrs Trevethick's high voice,
DINNER won't be ready in time' Lool
g sharp an get in the beef an then pee
them potatoes. You could have 90
l. everything going if you had liked il
II hall the time. Whatever was you
dou'? Gettin' a few flowers? T
It stick up in that artist feller's chamber
II of course! / declare il you wasn't sly
a teen years old I'd box your ears"
+ Mrs. Trevethick'5 voice was raised t
d such pitch that Maurice wisely de
!. cided it best to put in an appearance
II and forthwith appeared upon III
u scene
n He hardly liked to acknowledge +
himself that he feared the irate wo
= man would do the weak, friendless gil
y Il bodily injury, but instinctively h
5 FASTENED to the door.
! II shall be obliged to leave befor
J dinner Mrs. Treve'hick. Can have
o lunch at half.past elevenP just a glas
of milk Il slice of your nice brow
e bread and a baked apple"
: For even Maurce's sound stomach
; could bear no longer the rank vegeta
n bles and reekng fat of Mrs. Treyo
thick's table, and he ventured to sue
q gest what his ropast should be- II
= fortunately obtained it, and then trio,
IS to speak a last kind word to poo
Bella.
:, So She poor little thing, had put tn
Il flowers on his table. She sat in COZ
3 ner, peeling the potatoes He wa
J. cure there were tears falling on he
hands as the shreds dropped from he
4 fingers But she rose at last, wipe
z them away, and put the potatoes t
= cook over the fire.
'ei When she had put some coal on til
Il fire she sat down on an old chair b
l. the hearth. The light struck her youn
n cheek, and showed it deadly white
struck Maurice that she would die
Ii | L,..... A. l.