The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-08-13

ing. Now, we are not drowned, and
our legs are uninjured. No, a lie Is a
horrid thing; so low, and in such wretch
ed taste. But there are little social libs
that may be uttered little taradiddles,
that do no harm to anybody, and that
nobody believes in, but all pretend TO,
just for the sake of pollteness.
Thus Doatie, looking preternaturally
wise, but family puzzled at her own
view Of the question.
at doesn't sound right" says Mona,
shaking her head.
"She doesn't understand" puts in Vi
olet, quickly. Mona, are you going to
see everybody that may call upon you,
good, bad, and indifferent, from this
till you dieY'
II suppose So" says Mona, lifting her
brows.
Then ] can only say pity YOU"
says Miss Mansergh, leaning back in her
chair, with the air of one who would
say Argument here is vain"
II shan't want TO see them, perhaps"
says Mona, apologetically, but how
shall | avoid it2'
"Ah! now, that is more reasonable;
now we are coming TO it, )" says Doatie,
briskly. I'VE return to our muttons'
AS Lady Rodney, in very rude man
ner, tried to explain to you, you will
either say you are not at home, or you
will have headache. The latter is not
so good; it carries more offense with it,
but it comes in pretty well sometimes. "
But, as said to Lady Rodney, sup
pose | haven't headache, retorts Mo-
ma, triumphantly.
"Oh, you are incorrigible" says Doa-
tie, leaning back in her chair in turn,
and fitting backward her little flower
like face, that looks as if even the most
harmless falsehood must be unknown
to it.
"Could You not imagine you had one?"
she says, presently, as last resource.
II could not, " says Mona. 81 am al
ways quite well,n She is standing be-
fore them like culprit called to the bar
of justice. II never had a headache, OF
toOthache, or nightmare, in my life. >
"Or an umbrella, you should add.
once knew a woman like that, but she
was not like you, says Doatie, well
if you are going TO be as literal as you
now are, until you call for your shroud
| l. llI0l DdN L hpll tllNI Nbu.
"'Be virtuOus and you'll be happy
but you won't have a good time,
quotes Violet; "you should take to hear
that latest of copy-book texts"
"Oh, fancy receiving the Beers when
ever they call" says Doatie, family
with deep sigh that is almost groan
Il shant mind it very much" say
Mona, earnestly. ut will be, after all
only one-half hour out of my whole day
"You don't know what you are talk
ing about" says Doatie, vehemently
Every one of those interminable halt
hours will be year off your life. MI
Boer is obnoxious, but Florence is sim
ply insupportable. Wait tillShe begin
about the choir, and those hateful
school-children, and the parish subsi
dies; then you perhaps will learn wis
dom, and grow headaches if you hav
them not. Violet, what is it Jack call
Mr.. Boer?"
Better not remember it, says Vic
let, but she smiles as she calls to mine
Jack S apt quotation.
"Why not? it Just suits him: "A lit
tie, fat, round, oily man Of"
flush, Dorothy 1t was very wron
of Jack" interrupts Violet. But Nc
ma laughs for the first time in man
hours, which delights Doatie.
You and | appreciate Jack, if sh
doesn't, don't we, Mona2H she says
with pretty malice, echoing Mona
merriment, After which the would-b
lecture comes to an end and the tire
girls, clothing themselves in furs, &
for walk before the day quite close
in.