The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-04-01

Win uSNNNltH Nlltlltt,
Fanny looked wondcringly up.
ELSA fine evening" he haznrdci
as it? asked Fanny. "Why, thought
il was snowingr'
$50 it is" said our hero, growing
very red. and ovcrtuning with his ell
bow crimson Venetian flask (for which
hcimmediatcly had to pay sovereignty
IL mean it isn't a very fine even
ing"
"Oh" said Fanny.
Yes said Martyr, feeling acutcly
that he had made Il donkey of himself,
Then he went away, and didn't see
Fanny Glen again the whole evening
probably because she was the only person
in the whole room that he cared fig
about seeing ut all. But so unkind is
fate to love and lovers.
just rs he was cdging his way ont of
the place, in q very desperate and de-
jectcd frame Of mind, there was n rush
and a tlutter, and he heard lis own
name called in all the notes Of the hu-
man gamut.
What is it?' he asked, vaguely star
ing around him.
you've drawn the big dolln' cried
little Shyl Percy. dancing up TO him,
and laying in his arms the huge waxen
abomination. with its tlossy yellow curls
and imposing pink and white complex
ion; while somebody else brought the big
trunk and little handbook. ''lt's just
like travelling with u wife, said Sibyl,
mischievously.
"But what the-ahem! what am I to
do with it?'' asked our bcwildcrcd hero.
Give it to somebody" said Sibyl, in
wardly hoping he would act promptly
on the suggestion ami bcstow the prize
on her ANY one would be delighted
to see such present
ado you think he wouId?' asked Mr..
Ellerslie, vacantly. And then he went
away.
"Gircat stupid fellow" cried Sibyl
spitefully, and she tripped back to her
table.
II never saw such goose" said Lau-
ra Darlington, who had three sisters Of
her own ut home.
but what AMI to do with it9n said
Martyr to himself, a. he traverscd the
wintry gloom Of the midnight streets.
"Oh, have it! I'll give it to Fanny Glen
and she can make Christmas present
of it to her little back-eycd cousin!n
He laid the doll, rejoicing, on sofa,
and went to bed, sinking into drcamland
just about the time that Fanny Glen was
taking the hair-pns out Of her magnii-
cent golden hair before the dressing
bureau in her own apartment.
"Why, Fanny. what ails you?' cried
Dora, her eldest sister. you're crya
ing!"
I'm so tired" guilty confessed poor
Fanny.
And she wcpt herself to sleep, think.
ing how foolish she had been. and tina,
of course Martyr Ellcrslic didn't care Q
straw about her, Why should he?
Mr. Ellerslic rose the next morning
full of his momentous resolve, and made
such toilet that the very landlady':
little boy, seeing him 20 out with BIG
doll, neatly encascd in her pasteboarl
box, under his arm, elected, profaDe-
ly-
"Oh, my eve, what a SWELL"
The black-eycd little cousin admitted
him. Yes, Cousin Fanny was at homo
would he walk into the parlor9
And our hero, before he had fairly
made up his mind in what terms to be-
stow his Gift, found himself bowling to q
fai,. iaH Nj
room, surrounded by heads of cut flow-
ers
How do you do, Mr.. Ellerslic'" said
Fanny, coloring and smiling; 81 am
making boquets, you see, for tonight"
Exactly so, ".said Martyr. and then
he rcflcctcdhow much more appropriate
a remark he might have made and turn
cd very red.
pray sit down. said Fanny.
I-1-the fact is, Miss Glen said
Mr. Ellcrslie, plunging in sheer despcra-
ton into the midst of his subject; II
have called hope you won't be veXed
you have only to say 50 if you don't
like it.
Fanny dropped her sprig of heliotrope
and looked up in surprise.
III know itisn't of much consequence,
went on Martyr, turning the pasteboard
box round and round in confusion, "but
if youth accept tive known and
esteemed You so long, and"
The damask roses deepened on Fan
ny's fair face. 1t had come ut last, then,
the proposal she had anticipated so long
and anXiously.
Not of much consequence. oh, Mr..
Ellerslic!' she repeated rcproachfullv.
would YOU care for it?" he demand
ed, quite oblivious nthc embarrassment
of the moment that he hadn't even NAM
ed the Gift
Care for it," the tears sparkled into
Fanny's eyes. 'Whcn you know that l
love you, Mariyn.'
And she ran straight into the arms Of
our astonishcd hero.
When he went down the doorstcps he
was an engaged young man, how and
when he scarcely knew himself. And,
as fate would have it the first parsonage
against whom he trmbcd was Guy
| Barnes.
Hello" said Guy. whats up?'
Don't speak so loud" said Ellcrsle,
| passing his arm through that of his
friend. "Shc's engaged to be my wife,
"Who is? The divine Fanny, the fair
| l.