The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-23

ing vagrant! If he don't get piece OF
my mind"
And she hastened out her cap border
fairly standing on end with horror job
awaited the coming tempest with phil
osophic GOODNESS, his hands in his pock-
cts, and his lips parted in agood-natured
smile. 1t was not the first piece of Han
nah's mind that had been bestowed up
on him, nor did he suppose it was likely
TO be the last
.'Shc means well, v he said TO himself,
when the voley of wrath had been dis
charged on his luckless head, and Mrs
Raynesford had returned 10 her butter
making, "but she's got the greatest fac
ulties for scolding of any woman ever
sawp
The years fitted by sprinkling the
steep old farmhouse with crystal drops
of April showers, and matching it with
the dazzling ormine of January SHOWS,
many and many time. Gray hairs
crept in among the raven locks of Farm
| or Raynesford, the care-worn wrinkles
began to gather around his mouth and
brow Alas! those swift-footed years
brought troubles innumerable to the
kind old man.
Twenty years. unused he, one bright
June morning ut don't seem possible,
Hannah, thatsit was twenty years ago
this very day that caught that ugly fall
from the hay-rack, and got lame for
life"
He looked down at the crutches by his
side as he spoke and sighed from the
very bottom of his heart
Hannah stood in the doorway, tossing
corn to forlorn little colony Of chick
ems. Twenty years had not improved
her in any respect-she was gauntier,
bonier and more vinegar-faced than ev-
cr.
Eyes" said she, slowly, land perhaps
you don't remember that it was just
twenty years ago to-day that you threw
$40 away on that woman and her child
told you that you'd end your days in
the poor house, and | don't see but what
my prediction is likely to come true
Didn't | say you would live to repent
it?"
Il won't deny, Hannah" said the old
man, ''but that I've done a good many
things, I've been sorry for-we amt
none Of US perfect, you know, wife--but
that is not one of them. No, Inever for
IA minute repented being kind to the
widow and fatherless.
Hannah shrugged her shoulders but
made no reply.
Didn't you say you were going up to
see the rich lawyer about the five thou
sand dollars to-day" she asked pres
entity.
yes, but don'tSuppose it'll be much
use. If he'd wait a little, I'd do my
best to please him. Jones says he'll be
sure to sell the old place from over our
heads, however; they tell me he's hard
man. mean to explain to him just how
the matter stands
II told you how it would be long
agor' calculated Hannah, unable to re-
strain her vexation. "What on earth
ever possessed you to sign for Jesse
Fairweather?"
| s'posed he was honest man, and I
wouldn't see an old friend wronged."
"Fiddlestcksr' exclaimed Mrs. Raynes.
ford. Chats just your calculation, job
Thero-Zeke has brought the wagon; dc
start off or you'll be too late for the York
train"
And Job meekly obeyed, only too
happy to escape from the endless discord
of his wife'S rolling tongue.
The rays ofthe MONDAY sun streamed
brightly through the stained glass case
ments of Mr. Evcrloigh's gothic library.
The room was decorated with appurten-
ances of wealth and taste. Velvet
chairs, with tall backs of daintily carved
rosewood, were scattered here and there;
marble vases occupied inches beside the
doorway, and the rarest pictures hung
on the panclled and gilded wall But
the prettiest object of all-the one which
the rich lawyer oftenest raised his eyes
from the writing to contemplate with an
involuntary smile OF pride and affection
was u lovely woman in white cash.
mere morning robe, trimmed with vel.
vet who stood opposite arranging flow.
crs in u bouquet She wore spray OF
berries, carved of pink Ncapolitan coral,
at her throat, and tiny pendants of the
same rare stone in her shell-like ears,
and the slender waist was tied around
with pink ribbon.
There, Walter, isn't that prettyP'
sho asked, holding up her completed
bouquet.
VERY pretty he answered. looking
not at the roses or geraniums, but direct.
ly at the blue eyes and golden curls of
his beautiful young wife
you are not even noticing il" she
pouted.
Because ! see something so much
better worth looking at" he said, play
fully.
Do you really love me so very muchT
she asked, throwing down the flowers
and coming around to his side
He rose and drew her caressingly to-
ward him.
'My dearest you are moro precious
TO me than the whole world besides!''
She let her head rest for moment on
his shoulder, and when she raised it there
was n tear on her eyelashes.
"Oh, Walter, If mamma could only
see how happy we are"
There was "a knock at the door. Mrs.
Evcrleigh slipped from her husbands
arm with the pretticSt blush in the
world, and was very busy with her flow
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