The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-08-10
A MODERN ANTIQUE.

"Ten pounds repeated Mr. Robin
son, lazily lifting his hand from the pill
lows that were piled at the proper end
of the sofa, and holding his cigar sus-
pended in one hand "My darling Nab,
what can you possibly want with ten
pounds?
Mr. and Mrs. Robinson were on their
wedding trip in Cornwall. The first
furnishing was not yet of the wedding
ring-the honeymoon was still glitter
ing at its full, and consequently Mr..
Robinson, when he asked his wife what
she could possibly want with ten pounds,
spoke without the animus which might
probably attend corresponding query
ten years later.
The hotel stood on an oyerhanging
plateau Of rock, which commanded a
view Of sea, hills, dale, and glen, the
soft, August breeze stirred the scented
evergreen boughs with fingers of balm,
and Mr. Robinson dangerously recln-
inc on the sofa, was almost asleep over
his novel when the voice of his wife in
terrupted his doze.
"Oh, Charley breathlessly cried the
little bride, who was round and dim
pied, with hair of pale German gold,
and sparkling blue eyes, "we've had
psuch an adventure, Mrs, Simpson and
l."
IAN adventure, eh?" said Charley,
looking admiringly at his wife's rosy
cheeks
We've found the darlngest little one.
stored farmhouse up on the hills"
went on Mabel, with such love of an
old man in knee.breeches and blue knit.
ted stockings, and an old woman in
white cap frills, and as deaf as a post.
We walked six miles and went in for a
glass of water And we had some such
delicious homc-brewed cider and SAT
from cake. Aud oh, Charley, there
was the sweetest old-fashioned spinning
wheel In the corner, and an old arm
chair which had the date 1858 carved
on its bottom, and perfectly exquisite
shovel and tongs Of wrought brass
Such set Of antiques! Mrs, Hunter
will die of envy at the mere sight of
them in my drawing-room.h
in your drawing-roomr' repeated
Mr.. Robinson, with an amazed air.
because, my dear" Mabel, valiant
ly, 1--WE bought 'em. The three for ten
pounds. The darling old creature didn't
want to part with them, but her huS-
band represented to her how many nice
things she could buy for the money
and so, finally, she gave in. But all the
time was waiting in a trembling lest
shouldn't be able to get the things,
And Mrs Simpson was ready to cry be-
cause she couldn't afford EN-.
"But, Mabel" said Mr.. Robinson,
screwing up his lips, "isn't ten pounds
pretty round price to pay for two or
three old rattle.trapsP"
Mrs, Robnsons rosy mouth quivered
her eyes filled with tears.
Charles" said she, "you don't love
me, or you never would speak in that
heartlcss manner"
Mr. Robinson jumped up from the
sofa, and put his arms careiessly round
his BRIDES neck.
Don't fret, Nab" said he, with the
coaying air which one would use to u
grievod child. "We'll 90 up to the
farm together, you and /, in the morn
ing, and buy the things. If you want
ed tho Roc's Egg itself, sweetheart, You
should have il"
"Oh, but ! don't care for eggs, you
know" said Mabel, Frightening up,
She was not student of the Arabian
Nights" and the Roc's Egg had no par
ticular meaning TO her. And she i'm
mcdately fell to work making dia-
gram of her pretty little new drawing
room at home TO decide where she
should put the spiuning-wheel, and
whether the antique armchair was to
stand In the recess between the win
dows, or opposite the Queen Anne fire.
place.