The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-08-10
Iltrains tomorrow morning shall

NV MT ana Mrs, NODlnSOn llad de-
llghtiul pilgrimage up the hillside.
Mrs. Robinson had box of sweetmeats
IN her pocket, and Mr., Robinson car
rled volume Of Tenuy son, out of
which he read melodious extracts to his
Mabel when they sat down on old stone
walls and under the shadow of umbra-
geous hedges Of backberries and wild
tuSchias to rest; while Mabel sat and
looked enchanted, and exclaimed 'De-
llghtful"' and How sweetw at every
pause; while, in reality. her mind was
wandering far away over the pattern Of
Mrs, Hunters lace hounces, and the
probability Of there being carpet
dance in the hotel dining-room the next
evening.
AT last they reached the one-storied
farmhouse with its windows covered
with blue-capped conyolyulus, and the
| patch of cabbages in the rear. Mr..
Robinson Inspected the spinning-whee
and pronounced it "a rum concern
nodded wisely at the arm chair. ard
suggested that the shovel and tongs
would look a little better for polishing
up, and then hehanded over the mon
ey which made them his absolute prop
erty.
Send the things up to the Cliff IIo-
tel, he said land I'll have them pack
| ed and sent to London from there"
And when they were safe in the wood
land path once more, Mabel stood up
on the tips Of her little French boots to
kiss her husband over and over again.
You're such Il darling, Charley"
said she, 'to think of everything. Be-
cause, of course, the things will be ruin
ed, il they're not nicely packed
81 want 'em to come all right, OF
course said Mr.. Robinson Not that
| care much for such old trash myself
| -
"Ob, Charley" pleaded his wife,
"don' t say old trash Say antiques
We'll, antiques, then" Charley cor
rected himself, with n grimace, "But
since we've paid such price for them,
it's well to have 'em delivered all sound
and ship-shape."
a wish, Charley" breathed the bride,
'that you cared more for art"
"Oh, hang art"' said Mr.. Robinson.
"Now, don't look so scandalsed, wiley,
like new, bright, pretty things, as wei
as anybody, but can't understand this
paying fancy prices for old rattlc-traps
that we used to sell to the secondhand
dealers"
Mabel laughed. Charley" said she,
"you are an outer barbarian"
lynl -
Robinson. And then they stopped to
drink from crystal spring which bub-
bled out of the recesseS OF a huge grey
rock, and forgot all about their little
differences OF opinion,
The antiques were duly delivered
at the hotel the next day, and carpen-
ter, recommended by the landlord, ar.
rived to see about the boxing up of the
ZANE. lie was an honest, heayy-faced
young man, who did the job thorough
ly, and spared neither nails nor screws.
You're sure, now, that they Il 90 all
right9' said Mr.. Robinson, when at last
the packing was complete, and the car
penter stood, hat in hand. to receive his
weD-earned remuneration.
"Oh, yes, sir, as right as brick" an
swered the heavY-faced young man.
"And I'd ought to know, for I've box
ed nineteen Of EN- this season, for the
gentleroks!'
Mr., Robinson looked at him in sur
prise,
Nineteen -what9' said he.
"Of these ere spinnin' wheels, sir"
answered the carpenter, with broad
smile. Lord love you, sir, they goes
off like one O'Clock. Just as fast as our
guvnor can make them, The London
folks fancies EN- and we make 'em up,
arter an old pattern, and stains EN- and
sends en- down to old Joshua Pardee's
to sell. Likely you bought this ere
there, sir, didn't youP'
Eyes, did" said Mr. Robinson,
divided between desire to laugh and
an almost unconquerable inclination to
use profane language. And suppos-
ed it was at least two hundred years
old'
"Old Josh didn't say it was, did hep"
said the carpenter, scratching his head.
"Well no." slowly uttered Mr. Rob-
nson, trying to remember. Not in so
many words"
"ie Wouldn't said the carpenter.
"He's methody member, is Josh Par
dee. And he's particular bout what he
says"
But" added Robinson, "the old
chair had date carved under its seat
l6SSn
"Wel, yes" said the carpenter,
"they all have, Their amt no law to
prevent folks cuttin' what figures they
likes on furniture, is thercP And our
guy nor, he's made deal Of money out
of them chairs since the fashion came
inrn
Mr. Robinson said nothing. Where
was the use? Mabel had wanted an
tiques,an they had paid antique pirces.
Let the carpenter and his revelations
sink into oblivion. The world was full
of knaves, and he had proved one Of
their victims. That was all!
So he never told Mabel that her spin
ning-wheel and armchair had been
manufactured TO order within the last
three months. He took no steps to
break up the thriving business OF "tho
guy nor and his venerable confeder-
ates. After all, no amount of law
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