The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-07-12

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And then she said good night to her
ar.old boy, with dozens Of kisses and
hugs, and gave him back to his nurse.
II want you to 60 on an errand,
please, Frank, !" she said, suddenly, as
they went into their own room, up TO
Blandford's. for an invisible net and
hairpins. VIII you, FrankW
su IAN invisible nett What on earth is
thatY Can't you see III How shall |
know when I've got it, III inquire"
She gave him little push towards
the door.
Never mind, Mr.. Impudence. You
simply ask for what tell you, pay
what they charge, and bring it home to
me- U.tu .1
M. So goodnatured Frank put on his hat
and started off to Blandforl's, the ia
nous hairdresser's, where he was to
buy the invisible" net, to meet uncle
Tom on the doorstep, impatiently wait
ing for the carriage that was to take
him to his beloved.
There's plenty Of time" Frank said,
as he stopped minute Get your
cane, uncle Tom, and walk up to
Blandford's with me-"
Uncle Tom looked at his watch.
swell, l will. | shouldn't like to
keep Aura waiting, though"
There's no need to-" Frank an
swered
And they started off, every bit of
Franks determination and tact kept
continuously on the alert to prevent
the old gentleman from discussing Miss
Vane.
However, by violent effort, he sue
Ceeded, by talking about the Premier's
illness and the Irish Bill, till they
reached Blandf0rd's, where an obliging
sh0pman gave them seats, and begged
them to wait only one moment, as they
were so busy just, then.
And Frank and uncle Tom sat down
and waited, close by them being tall
Venetian screen, which neither partic-
ularly noticed, until, in allow, yet clear
ly distinct voice, they heard a sentence
or so that startled them.
"dOw will that do, Miss Vane? |
have applied nearly an entire bottle of
the enamel; but pardon me-the hol-
lows and wrinkles are so deep that it is
almost Impossible to obliterate them"
1T will have to do, | suppose. For
tunately all my new costumes have
longer sleeves than the old ones. Now
IL you will make haste with my hair. l
shall wear the Perfection tonight, |
think; and, oh, please remember the
touch of pencil on my eyebrows. They
are getting 50 horribly thin and pale
lately"
Beyond doubt of mortal comprehen.
sion it was Aura Vane's voice, and
Frank actually pitied the look that was
on the old gentleman's face.
And thenno one in all the world
ever knew how such an unheard-of,
awkward catastrophe happened, except
uncle Tom, whose foot reached out and
touched the door-the door in the
screen flew open, and revealed to both
gentlemen the startling sight of a
woman with head almost as bare of
hair as a pumpkin only the merest
wisp of gray hair, twirled in a little
pig-tail on the crown--and on the
dressing-tahle beside her head of soft,
ripping treSses, and a bottle of bella
donna, and a pot of enamel, and vari-
Gus sponges and brushes, and other
paraphernalia.
There was shrek of horror from the
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o.o-h's!" and thenit all seemed in less
than minute-the attendant threw a
shawl over Miss Vane's pate. Uncle
Tom gave groan of utter horror as he
| got up and took Franks arm.
II am gong home" he said tersely.
II don't want any opera tonight. I've
seen enough. Great heavens! what an
escape! For all these mercies | am
more than thankful. To think-to
think was so near marrying-that
think the story is told. Miss Aura
Vane did not secure her rich husband.
There are lots of fellows, old and
young, who are daily being deceived by
even worse made-up women than She
only, sometimes, away down under all
the vain little artiticialities, there is
often true, loving heart.
But even worse than this is the fate
Of a woman who finds that her ideal
man is only bundle of tailor's clothes
and dentists skill, and wig makers art.
Don't you believe it? Or that there
are men who put their hair in papers,
and wear gloves at night, and then call
themselves lords Of creation!"
|, Ahem. Va,
| Well, the baby S name was not exact
ly changed, but Lottie inserted 'Ro-
land for his middle name, and as once
la while they call him, in Jest, Of
course, Fl. Roland shouldn't won
der il, after all, the little fellow has his
| pretty name and thp fortuna too