The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-03-23

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| he sees Sis"
The large field crowded, and some
music was played by three men with
very Indifferent tiddles, who rejoced in
the dignitied title of "the band"
Ned Archer did not "hurry up, )" for he
was in close attendance on a young city
lady who was staying at the minister's
house on visit.
Mariory's round cheeks took on n
deeper tint when the pair passed herself
and the boys, as they descended from
their shabby vehicle, for Archer merely
touched his hat to her very carelessly,
while he seemed all devotion to the city
girl.
This young ladywas not at all pretty,
but she wore fashionably made blue
| silk dress, and diamond earrings, and
| was the observed of all observers.
"Hallo!" cried Bob, twisting up his
face into a grotesque imitation of Arch
er's lacka-daisical air, $50 you're cut
out, MarjoryP"
Hush, Bob, do! How would you
look if any one heard your silly talkP'
"Oh, they'll all see for themselves, "
| replied Bob, consolingly.
Now Marjory cared nothing for Arch
er, his conversation had always seemed
to her so insipid and affected, still Bob's
words mortified her pride, He had
paid her attention, and people would
surely remark upon the fact that he
now almost sighted her,
She walked away from that dirty old
wagon, ashamed of it for the first time
in her life, but Marjory had too much
good sense to be long in this mood
On every side she saw smiling faces,
and all her friends accosted her so kind
", that she wondered why she had for
one moment felt . pang of modification
on account of the shabby vehicle which
| she had ridden in all her life, and poor
Betsy, the faithful beast she loved so
| well,
She felt conscience-stricken, and in
clined to beg Betsy's pardon, and apol-
ogise to the wagon.
| The bows followed her with the bask-
cts, and they soon met Mrs, Mills, who
was delighted to see Marjory, and above
all Marjory's bread, which was justly
famous.
II have lost Miss Glidden,' said the
lady, looking around anxiously; "she is
q London girl, and she is all at sea
here.
If you mean strange girl with q
blue dress and shiny earrings, said the
irrepressible Bob, ''she's over there with
Archer, the photographer He indi-
Gated the direction with stumpy sun
burned foretinger
Eyes, she has blue dress, replied
Mrs, Mills, depressing smile with diff
ficulty. II wish you would find her, Bob,
and tell her Mr. Harris has arrived"
IAN right, a'am, answered the
boy, and off he went.
Mrs. Mills was now called away, and
Mariory turned to find George Cum
| mings behind her. He was dressed in
Sunday clothes, and terribly uncomfor-
table he looked in them. Marjory. how
ever, shook hands with him more cor
daily than she had ever done in her life.
Poor old George, so honest, manly, and
sunburnt. he could not be capable of a
mean action. Marjory and George
sEolled about exchanging greeting,
with host of friends. All the 'boys,
as Marjory termed her brothers, had
dispersed in every direction; but this
did not surprise her, for swings, round
abouts, and divers other attractions were
on the ground, and doubtless they were
eager to embrace the opportunity OF en-.
loving these pleasures.
Halfthe afternoon had passed, George
was still Marjory's companion, though
she had met Archer alone, looking rath.
er melancholy. when a loud scream
rang through the air.
whats that?" cried Marjory, turn
ing pale. "Oh, George, where are my
boys"
A crowd had gathered on the banks
Of the lake, which lay behind the grove.
George hurried toward it, followed by
Marjory, who was breathless and pallid,
Her heart told her that some fearful
danger threatened one, or all Of her
"boys.N
She was not mistaken. The valiant
Bob, after finding and, as he POLITICALLY
termed it, breaking Archer up by TAX
ing his girl" had joined number Of
other boys who were getting out an old
boat for the purpose Of gathering water
lilies on the lake. Bob's knowledge OF
boating was scant but he scorned 10 lei
the world know this. He pushed off
with one Of his brothers and another
boy Of nine years. The older youths
had declined cmbarking when the boat
was once fairly launched.
Can you row." they asked Bob.
Certainly can" he answered with
dignity.
He took up the oars with an air Of
easy confidence, but, alas! ignorance,
like love, cannot long be concealed
Bob caught crab" the boat swung
round, the other boys looked dismayed
and half inclined TO shed tears,
ITS all right" said Bob, cheerfully
getting up from the bottom Of his craft
with the bump Of observation on his
brow considerably enlarged.
But it was not all right, it was all
wrong, for in leaning over 10 recover
his lost oar he capsized the bows into the
lake, and their boat slowly filed and
sank; then rose from sea TO sky the
wild farewell"
The crowd assembled on the shore
joined in the despairlng yell of the bows,
and every man on the spot gazed In dis