The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-02-22

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he'd wronged Piety Ann, an was ago
In to do jestice now, an have her iu.
neralt sermon. preached at last
a "bit OF mourning in the shape of
black tissue veil was brought forthfv
! my mother. Mrs. Bishop expressed
herself as highly pleased with It's suita-
billy to the occasion and took her dc.
| partnre.
Imagine our surprise when we saw
her at church the next day arraycd ina
startling dress Of red calico, sbc blue
bag hung as usual on her arm, and the
borrowed veil trailing back in sable
darkness from bonnet profusely
trimmed In green.
Asonc Of the chief mournns she oc.
cupied the pew with Brother Brown
who, in tardy rcparatlon for past indif.
ference, had tied an immense piece OF
black calico about his hat. As II fur
ther to attest his grief, no wore the fu.
neral'looking object during the whole
! sermon,
Brother Stuart conducted the servi.
ccs bio quoted the line "Hark from
I the totribs doleful sound. which Inc
SAID, twas the voice Of Piety Ann a-ask-
ing for her dews. He once referred
10 the departed lady rs "a extra
! fine cabbage bilcr, and again
rs "a bewildcred angel, After
each assertion as to her excellent
! qualities he asked in mouruiul accents,
"Ain't that so, Brother Brown 10
which Brother Brown would always
reply with a lngubrious Eyes" and
nod of his grief-ladcn head
I Witha prayer, in which Brother
Stuart earnestly desired that each
members heart might be putrcGied
( the services were closed.
dreamed that night that Mrs. Bish.
op passed our front door bearing
Brother Brown in an immense bag
toward the cemetery, and that she was
repeating again and again the sentence
"Ob, men is 50 owdacious!" Was that
bag to haunt me even in my dreams9
"Ef you Il look in that split basket on
the table, said Mrs. Bishop to me
when she called to return the veil,
YOU find some partridge eggs Dood.
ney sent YOU, Seem like that chile
ain t never done a-thinkm about YOU
az Your nav,
How is noodneyp' INQUIRED nv
mother, who had grown quite attached
TO the little fellow as a member Of her
Sunday-school class,
"Why, he's quite peaked an pinin'
from some cause or II er Tween O.
doctorn him, too, with shuck-tea,
pine-water an honesot, but it don't
pear to do no good.
III send DIR, Holmes ont This even
ing, said my mother with decision,
"ile may need immediate care, On
! the nest morning my mother and
drove out to Mrs Bishops house dis.
tanCe OF two miles, to inqrre after
Doodnoy and carry him some dclicacies.
We found him hot and restless with
fever, but be gave lis sweet smile OF
welcome, and chung closely 10 my
mother protlcrcd hand.
All during our stay his bright dis.
tended eyes were fastened with dpinb
affection or h2r face, aud whsu we
came to leave he painted out, Il likes
you, do for true, an likes your little
! girl, an likes the Sunday school too
u wish we could take him home
with Us mamma, | said earnestly as
we drove away, "he Is so bright and
quick; I'm sure You could teach him to
be 3 nice boy when he Is well again. "
He will never be we'll again, nv
child, she answered, with tears in hor
voice. He was the brightest and best
of my little class. and would gladly
have treated him 10 higher standard,
but death viii soon teach him more
than this melancholy world doth
know
Her words were prophetic, Little
Doodncy died the next day, and two
days later we went ont 10 the funeral.
As We ncared the door Mrs. Bishop
came out TO meet us, and for the first
time we saw her without the bag.
Depict 70 yourself our establishment |.
when, on entering the room 10 take
last look at our dear little friend, we
found that the bright, blue object so
long familiar to Us rs bag, had been
Transformed into a pair otlit,lc trousers,
and in these Dicu-donnc, now Deu.
pris was clothed for his last, long
sleep
Il rcckm you'll rcganizc them
brccchcs?' said Mrs, Bishop, as she
ga1o' at the quiet little figure through
dripping tears, II sot heap o store
by that bag Ole continued. u bought
it two yer ago 10 kerry about, an be
handy to put things in, but seem like |
never could make up my mind to uscit
1t 'peared to be a shame to silc it. So
ics keep a-kerryin' of it, more fur n
ornament like than anythin else
Doodncy, y with n broken voice, "alus
egmired the bag so much that when the
poor little Teller come to die, says |, III
makcaputy little pairof breaches outcn
II and put them on him, an it'll kinder
make him feel more cheefuler like
when he wakes up all strange, aud so
fur from his paw an me
So thus, at last, the matter was ex-
planned, and from this simple and
touching recital ! learned both tho his
tory and mystery of the bag.
Time has wiped out many pictures Of
the past, but not less vivid to-day than
when | saw il last il the one Of little
Dleu-donnc lying ready for Bis early
grave, his yellow hair black lashcs and
paIlid brow brought out in strong relief
by the bright blue Of the little trOWsers