The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-23
PRINCIPAL AND INTEREST.
"Oh, mother, mother, l am so tired

the dew from your curls. Now take my
hand"
But the child hung back, sobbing with
WEAKNESS and exhaustion, and the pale
young mother, bending over her in the
vain attempt TO soothe the hysterical ex-
element, did not hear the rumble of adj
vancing wheels until they passed close
TO her and rough, hearty voice ex-
claimed:
what ails the little grip Amt sick,
is shep"
Mary Ellsworth had never seen Farm
er Raynesford before; yet the moment
her eyes rested on his wrinkled, sun
burned face, with the shaggy brows over
shadowing kind eyes she felt that he
was friend, and made answer prompt
ly:
"Not sick, sir; but very tired. We
have walked a long way"
Got much farther to CO." asked the
farmer, ticking the horses ear with the
end of his whip.
''To Breckton,"
Mr.. Raynesford gave low whistle
That's four miles off, and the little
gal is pretty nigh used up already"
Il know it" said the woman with q
sigh, "but have no money to hire a
lodging nearer. In Breckton hope TO
obtain work in the factory"
Farmer Raynesford gave the seat of
his wagon thump with his whip-hande
that made old Bonney drop the mouth
full of clover he was nibbling from the
roadside and prick up his ears in aston
ishment.
81 won't hear TO no such thingf' said
he energetically. "Why, that child can't
60 twenty rods farther! Here, get in
along with me. You won't be none the
worse for bit of supper and good
nights rest know Hannah'll scold,"
he uttered, as he lifted the little girl to
his side, and extended his hand TO the
mother; "but can't see folks perishin'
by the waysde and never offer to help
'em. don't care if she scolds the roof
of the house off.
He drove rapidly along, making occa-
sional interiectional remarks to his horse,
while Mrs. Ellsworth drew her thin shawl
around the little golden head that al
ready dropped drowsily upon her should
er, and thought with q deep sensation
of gratitude upon the shelter Heaven had
provided her in her sorest strait
1t was an odd-shaped old farmhouse,
gray with the storms of nearly half q
century, with broad door in one end,
overhung by giant lilac bushes, and
kitchen where even in the bloomy month
of June great fire roarcd up the wide
throated chimney, and shining rows of
tins winked and glittered at every up
ward leap of the flames
Mr.. Raynesford jumped out of the
wagon, threw the reins over post, and
went in to conciliate his domestic des-
pot.
''Look here, Hannah" said he, TO a
tall, angular-looking female who emerg-
ed from a pantry near by, her face near
ly or quite as sour as the saucer OF pick
les she was carrying. jest set a couple
more plates on the table, will you? I've
brought home woman and little gal
/ found piece below, cen almost tired
to death. They was calculatin' to walk
on to Breckton, but / thought it wouldn't
hurt us to keep EN- over night"
'I'm astonished at you, Job Raynes-
ford" said his better half, in tone of
indignant remonstrance. eve might
just as well hang out tavern sign at
once and done with it; you're always
bringing home some poor, miserable
creetur or other andn-
"There, there, Hannah" interrupted
Mr.. Raynesford, Pm always willin' TO
hear to you when you're anyway reason
able, but it goes clear ag'in my grain to
see poor folks a suiferin' and never
stretch out helpin' hand faint Scrip
tur faint human natur'."
"Well 90 your own gait Job Raynes-
ford, responded his wife, tartly. "Only
mark my words, if you don't end your
days in the poor house, 'twon't be
through no fault o yourn!"
She shut the pantry door with bang
that made all the jelly-cups and milk
pans rattle, while job, with an odd
grimace, went out to help his guests to
alight.
Don't mind my old woman said he,
apologetically, as Mrs. Ellsworth Sprang
10 the ground "Shc's kind o sharp
spoken, but she means well after ALL We
amt all just alike in our notions, you
know"
IF all the world were like you, sir, p"
said the young widow, with tears in her
eyes, "there would be less want and suf-
fering, by far"
Farmer Raynesford pretended not TO
hear; he was busy lifting little Mary
out.
"Set on them blackberyjes, Hannah, :"
said he, toward the close Of their even
ing meal; 'the little gals so tired she
can't eat nothin' solid"
II was calculating to keep the black
berries for the donation party to-mor-
row." said Mrs Raynesford rising with
rather an unwilling mir.
''Nonsensc,' quoth the farmer, with u
broad laugh, I'm having donation
party Of my own tonight Here, little
one, sec il those berries don't put some
color into your checks"
All the evening little Mary sat by the
hearth, with her hand in her mothers
and her large blue eyes fixed earnestly
upon the kind farmers face.
What are you thinking about dear
estp" asked Mrs. Ellsworth once She
threw long sigh and whispered
ooh, mamma, he is so kind 10 u.s."