The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-01-14

| grateful for your confidence, however
| tardily vouehsafed. The motive cause
concerns me not at all. Moreover"
"Ah, but it does, Dick-more nearly
| than you, perhaps, conceive possible.
| require service at your hands,
service which, it seems To me, none
other is so well calculated to render as
| yourself"
"Assuredly no man breathing could
! show equal readiness in your cause,
sir, returned the young fellow warm
~. "But protestatious on my part.
| hope and trust, are needless. You have
but to state your wishes. My part is
simply TO accord unQuestioning ODE
dience.N
The old man vouchsafed no direct
reply; only, after brief pause, began
huskily:
Dick, did you-did You chance to
notice anything singular in my demean-
or, any evidence Of-of emotion on my
part whilst we listened before dinner
to-day TO DR.. HolIingshead S account
of--of the death at ST. Georges Hos
pital ot-of some Wretched organ.
grinder"
Dick shook his head and the baronet
proceeded, though not without visible
effort:
1T is impossible to analyze or define
the subtle force of instinct, which
sometimes, with one lightning flash,
Unexpectedly reveals far more than
long years OF logical arguments are, per-
haps, capable of conveying, Thus il
proved in my own case no later than to-
day. | listened attentively from the
first, for, alas. from the day knew my
own child destitute and W2uderer
upon the face of the earth. the misera-
bic fat of the lowest OutCaSt, the mcr-
est vagrant, has had for ME a terrible
significance, an all-abSOrbing interest.
for still small voice seemed whisper
ing ever: Even 10 this complexion
may she -- Marguerite'S child - have
come at last But from the moment,
Dick, that llollngshead mentioned "a
a child-a child bearing the surely UNI
common appellatlOu OF 'Greta,' my
heart gave a wild tumultuous bound.
Instinct did its instantaneous work.
and ii was with difficulty | RETAINED
from springing to my feet CRYING Wild
~; Found. found Ny MarGuerite's
child" Dick n-and now indeed the
baronet rose up from his chair and with
a somewhat unsteady gait approached
the bed-stead--"it is she, | cannot
doubt it. For moment thought that
in the first instance | might have been
mlsinformed respecting my daughters
death aud that the-tbe miserable or
gan-grinder the doctor described might
have been in truth my own lost and de-
graded girl But, happily, this lowest
depth Of humiliation | was not called
upon 10 gauge Later | perceived my
fears were grouudless. Yet, the child
the missing chld--Who PLAYED the tam
BOURNE, Great Heaven! Greta Is
can be none other--than my own flesh
and blood, Greta's babe nlg Margue-
rites grandchild' Oh, my boy my boy,
thank God you cannot even family es-
innate the unspeakable anguish Of q
like confession"
The baronet bowed his head on bis
folded arms upon the footboard Of the
bed, aud for some moments the silence
remained unbroken, save for the deep
stertorous breathing which all too el0.
quently betrayed the proud mans ago.
ny Of spirit,
AS for Dick, the mingled emotions
with which be listened to these words
may be more readily imagined than de-
scribed.
Whilst mentally revolving the course
it now behOoyed him to pursue, the bar
onet recommended in calmer tones;
TO you, Dick, it will no doubt seem
strange, yet, let Ire admit at once that
no shadow Of doubt remains in my own
mind as to the identity of that missing
child. The strength of this mysterious
conviction amounts to absolute certain
ty. There can be but one yagrant Gre
Ia, and henceforth she must be my
care, for Norman blood runs in her
veins She Is Marguerite's grandchld
Dick, She must forthwith be found, if |
spend the last coin in my Golfers, the
remnant Of my declining years-aye
every lingering breath in this WORKOUT
frame. Greta's child must be rescued
from restitution and the infamy Of the
streets But am old, boy--old, weak,
and ailing. Moreover, ! would fam,
out Of regard for the girls future, that
my direct agency might, for the pres
ent, remain unsupported in this matter
Dick, will you help mey viii you aid
mep viii you seek, find and rescue
from the mire Of the London streets the
hapless little one whose rightful place
is--aye, and yet shall be,--here, by my
side al Bleak House? | place my
cheque.bo0k in your hands. Go to the
head Of the detective police, take what.
soever steps they may deem advisable,
and, whether she may be alive or dead,
entreat you, as you hope for earthly
happiness and eternal peace, find my
Greta's child"
II Will, at any rate, do my best" re-
turned the young man slowly, for IN
truth he was IN his turn well.nigh over
powered by emotion and only by dlnt
Of the utmost selt-cOntrol had he sue.
ceeded in listening thus far apparently
unmOyed And in the first instance,
tomorrow morning we must despatch a
telegram to my housekeeper in Picca-
dllly, bidding her come down at once by
the 1913 train, bringing with her your
lost treasure--the missing child For
Greta-tireta herself, none other-fate
led to my doorstep the night before last;
and, Heaven be thanked, when ] found
her asleep outside insisted on housing,
the poor little mortal over night, in
stead Of handing her over then and
there to the police, You stare, sir.
You are mystiHed, But now listen to
a snccnCt history Of facts,