The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-11-22
CHARLES PLAN.

Charles Somers was only an Grand
boy in great West-end firm of art up
holstcrers and decorative hangings-a
pale, big-eyed child, with brown hair,
dropping over his forehead. and sensi-
tive little mouth merely one OF the bits
of human machinery which made the
great, gli'tcrlng whole revolve 80
smoothly.
AT the shop, nobody gave him
second thought or a second look; but
here at home he was Charlie the
youngest and the pet. His chair in the
window'seat was kept sacred to him;
his little shelf Of books was undisturbed,
and the ugly little terrier-dog by the fro
was petted and caressed, and treated to
occasional bones, because it was
Charles" For even Grand boys oc.
caSionally have homes and mothers!
"Why don't you eat your pie, Charliep
SAID Mrs. Somers, watching the pro-
gress OF his supper with true maternal
anxiety. Il baked it on purpose for you,
and you are letting it get cold"
Just wait minute, mother" said
Charlie, who had darted away from the
table, and was scratching away with a
lead-poncil on bit of buff wrapping
paper. "One minute' There, Elsie, ]
thought could carry the pattern in my
eye What do you call that" trium.
phantly holding up the piece Of paper.
Elsie Somers-a tall girl who was
stitching away at a roll Of pearl-white
flannel, carefully enveloped in old linen
LEANED over 10 look at his trophy,
oh how exquisite said she.
Charlie, where did you get such
pretty patterns"
Charlie chuckled, and laying down
the paper, cut deep into the turnover
apple pie, and rewarded himself by
mouthful thereof
Gould you embroider it, Elsie, said
he, lin deep, deep blue almost black
ON an olive-satin ground, or old
gold?"
Gould II" said Elsie. "Of course
could. But what does all this mean?
What are you talking about, Charlie?"
Just this" said Charlie, swallowing
a second mouthful Of apple pie. Three
times two is six, amt itp And twice six
is twelve, and twice twelve is twenty.
four, and ten times twenty. four is two
hundred and forty"
Charlie" cried Elsie, ARE you
crazy?'
Not Bit" nodded Charlie. Now
listen--you and mother were crying as
came in, because the rent was over
due and the landlord was insolent and
was wishing was biz enough to pitch
the fellow down stairs, or to earn
enough TO settle with him. and move
our traps somewhere else. Now here's
the way to earn two hundred and forty
shilings, Twenty into that goes twelve
times, don't it? That's twelve pounds
Say half of it clear profit"
Charlie said Mrs. Somers, II thin
YOU must be dreaming"
mo, I'm not" said Charlie, chasing
the last delicious crumbs Of the apple
turnover around the plate, with e9iden
relish, before he pushed it back
"Only hear me out. There was lad,
customer at our shop to day, Mrs. Wv
van, OF Lowndes Square, looking al
that very pattern Of curtain-light blu,
ilower-de-luce, al wreathed with DARK
blue vine-leaves, on old gold satin, for
four windows. Hand-embroidered, Mr..
Sellers said imported from Paris. And
she would have taken il ut ten shillings
n yard, ONLY Lady Southwood had just
ordered il for her boudoir, At least
that was what Sellers said. And couldu'i
it be matched? Mrs. Vivyan wanted to
know. And Sellers said. no, not posi-
BILE Now, Elsie, If you'll embroideT
the design from these scribhings ofmine
III go to Mrs. Vivyar and sell it for
you
"Oh, Charle'' cried Elsie. with
gasp at the omprehensiveness of th,
idea. But where on earth should we
get the Neutrality-suspicious. yards of
satnP'
Get the Old Miser to lend il to you,
said Charlie, succiDctly
Elsie shrank back.
II couldn't ask him. said she
Then I will" said Charlie, If you
try the experiment Elsie. Come
nothing ventured, nothing won. Say
yes"
Yes whispered Elsie.
And away scampered Charlie, to UNI
fold his schemes to an old wooden
graver who lived in the top story of the
house, and who, having been uursed
through tedious attack of intlamma-
tory rheumatism by Mrs. Somers and
her daughter, was popularity supposed
to care somewhat more for them than
for the other dodgers.
He was old, and he was shabby, and
he had q small account at the savings.
bank, which three facts had won him
tho appellation throughout the tenement
house of the Old Mliser, but hs real
name was jenkins,
Lend you five pounds oh9' said Mr..
jenkins, looking up at the lad through
his goggles like huge specimen of the
lobster tribe 'Humph that's pretty
cool request, amt itp What should ]
lend you five pounds forP'
Because we need it" Charlie an
swered, valiantly. "And because Elsie
and mamma are $3.50 poorl Aud be-
cause-----"
because" said Mr.. jenkins, quietly,