The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-02-23
MODERN HERoINEs.

Vet out OF the way, stupid! On,
can stir without stepping over you;,
and push from little slippered foo
wsked Jowlerfrom an interesting dream
, about cat that he and another dog ha,
larry cornered in an apple tree. Jow
ier opened his eyes, winked, stretched
himself, and finally got up and staree
up donbtfully at the pretty, lazy blond,
IN pcgllgc and embroidered skirt, Il
whom the slipper belonged.
10 away she repeated GROSSLY
] win another movement Of the blue sat
IN number one, in the direction of hi,
shaggy head.
III were certain young gentle.
man, would not marry You for the hes,
dinner ever got" thought Jowler
turning Off TO the window. "Cross
lazy angels arc not agreeable about a
house, Miss Nellie; and so would tell
nm, II Nature had only given mo a
chance. And laying his broad nose
against the pane, Jowler meditated.
Meanwhile. Nellie fidgeted. II was
one OF those raw, uncertain DAYS tha,
VIII neither rain iii hearty, downright,
fashion, or clear up and have done II,
but dripples and drops in a weakly,
distracting kind Of way, and sulks
under cover Of low, penetrating mist,
like bride after her first quarrel.
Nellie conldn't go out---she was too Ia
~ and she had nothing whatever TO do.
She was tired Of the shawl she was
knitting, and she didn' feel like prac.
tcing, and reading made her head ache.
such astupid, stupid world" gasped
she, There is actually nothing worth
living for ! wish had been born a
few hundred years ago. might lave
been Joan of Arc, or Madame Ro.
land, or Mrs. Washington. But there
are no hcrones nowadays e. no self
sacrifice, no elevated characters. Ev.
erything Is sordid, and mean, and com.
mon place. wish | could have lived a
century ago.
Il wish so, too thought Jowler
cycling the fire wistfully.
Eat, dress, AMI sleep: that is all
there is for me TO do, went on Nellie.
Life i y mockery Dick Fairbank
danced twice with Sophie Hin last
night wish | bad some cougenial
mind. >Dme Onr from whom could
hope Tor sympathy. Ma and the girls
are SO
4 longparsc interrupted the sentence.
Nellie l'aucd her head back and stretch:
ed her feet till two blue satin toes
were plainlrvisibIe from umderh her skirt,
thereby nippmg in the bud a sncakinp
movement OF fowler 5 toward the CRATE.
Mercy. how sleepy am They say
every one has their mission. wonder
what miuo j.
Tick, tick. tick" went something
close to her ear. Nellie started M
half frightened. II was only clock;but
bow did Il get there, standing RICH, BY
her side' and how much taller II was
than shei And since when had she
taken to wearing short, blue skirt.
with gold border, a red cap stucl. on
one side Of her head, and standing with
her arms akimbo? Only minute be-
fore she was Nellie Griggs, half asleep
in the easy chair, in her fathers COM
Portable old library; now, if her ewes
ana little square, cracked glass oppo-
site her were to be believed, she was a
china shcpherdess, standing on a man.
tel piece-a wooden mantelpiece with a
little wooden, painted clock, ticking
just by her, and another little china
fright, in blue pantaloons and red cap,
with his arms akimbo, also Sinking at
her from the other side Of it. The room
was narrow and dark; the carpet ilam.
ing; the furniture stiff and black; the at
mosphere a curious combination of
smoke and grease, Horribly vulgar"
thought Nellie, turning mp her china
nose. In one corner OF the room stood
something that she couldn't make out
at first but presently she saw in itihree
little black heads. which perked them
selves up above the dingy coverlet, and
began TO cry loudly;
ELLEN! cousin Ellen! WHY don't
you Gomez" And then door opened.
and there came sound Of furious fry
ing and frizzling, and young woman
OF twenty-five or so, in calico frock,
and with face that wasn't pretty, and
yet Nellie didn't think it vulgar.
cousin Ellen, where are my stock
ingsP" said the first little black.head,
sitting upright in the trundle-bed.
cousin Ellen, wash my face first"
squealed head number two.
Cousin Ellen, bring me piece OF
cake" shouted head number three.
Lazy, naughty children thought
Nellie; why don't they wait on them
selvesl That poor Ellen looks ready to
faint. What fool she must be to let
them speak to her like thatP"
The door opened again, this time to
lot in furious smell of ham and eggs,
and a young woman, who had light
hair in curl-papers, and ashowy brooch,
md greasy wrapper of monstrous
lowered pattern, and pale limp.look-
NO baby that she had thrust into Ell.
ems arms.
There; take the baby; l can't hold
him another moment, I'm so faint; and
10 get these lazy, naughty children
dressed, and the breakfast ready, It's
'eally dreadful the way things are man
'ged," she drawled.
Eyes, ma, Cousin Ellen's real bad.
she's been scolding me like tho mis-
'hief," chimed In black head number
me, still in bed
"And she pinched moi
"And threw boiling water all over
!, at' oI,lad ,kn tl;.I~