The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1883-08-08
HOW COULD SHE LOVE HIM.

HOW COULD SHE LOVE HIM.
Who will deny that n little Self-esteem
is an excellent thing? Without it per-
son is a pitiable object; he collapseS
like n pricked putl-ball at every rebuff,
and is as unpanoplied for the aSperites
of the world as a snail without its shell.
DR.. Hugh Melton probably had a fair
share of this desirable article in the be-
ginning, but his deceased wife had COM
petely eradicated it.
He firmly believed that his waving
chestnut hair, shot with lights of wan
dering gold, was n brickdust red; Sarah
had often said so.
1t was an article of his creed that he
was nS ugly as an ogre, and as clumsy
a. hippOpOtamus, Sarah had instruct
ed him in this belief
He looked at himself through the de-
parted Sarah sshrewish SpcctaclcS, and
found himself very undesirable huS-
band for a lovely girl like Lizzie
Smith.
Sarah had often said that she had
thrown herself away when she married
him, and if he was not fit match for
her, how dare he aspire to Lizzie, who
surpassed her As a mayllower does a
holiyhock?
May Saucy minX-in the Western
town Of Parsons steals the roses from
her sister June. and As she Keeps April's
yiolets As well, reigns quecn-month of
lavish bloom.
There is not a hollow in the rolling
prairie but has its lap full Of the rosy
Montana yerbcna; not n meadow but
can match the blue above with its vio-
lets beneath; not a hedge-row but is as
full Of bloom as ii is OF bird-songs.
Mrs. Lediey'S dining-room was a CON
fusion and profusion Of flowers, colored
paper, and paSteboard boxes
From this chaos dainty May-baskets
were rapidly emerging, while the clat-
ter Of girliSh tongues kept time to the
click OF scissors.
Isn't that just too sweet for any
thing?' said ten-year-old blonde, as
she proudly surveyed completed
basket, Inn going to give it to Bert
Harris. May have one Of your moss
rose buds for it, Liz2ie?'
NO I'm sorry, hut ! can't spare one
OF them, returned Lizzie Smith, ieal-
ou>ly guarding her five perfect pink
buds DIR Melton loves roses. and he
shall have everyone of my buds. -
Selfish thing said May Lansing,
making dash for L'zzie's treasure
a sparring-maich was imminent,
when little peace-makcr came to the
rescue with spray OF white heliotrope,
and the belligcrentS subsidized,
How many baskets are You going to
hang, Lizze?' cnquired May, whose
anger kindled and burned out as quick
" as a fire fed with straw.
"Only one. | don't believe in pay
Ing attention promiScuously,' said
this twcIye-year-old book-worm, who
hal the dictionary at her tongue end.
believe in loving one only, and in
clcay.ng to him, she added, adapting
Ttunison to the eyigcucies OF the or-
casion in a sentimental tone, oddly at
variance with her dimpled childish
face.
a, Lizzie hung her basket on DR.,
Melton door-knob that evening, rang
the bell and ran away She looked sew
cral times to see if the doctor was in
pursuit, for she would not have object
ii to pay the traditional forfeit OF a kiss
Al. 4. l,,l ~, va, l,,yv Il
rleaye to had been fortunate enough to
rapture her; but it was only Mrs. Ros-
roe, the doctors housekceper, who came
10 the door and witnessed the flying lit
tie figure,
There is something for you, sir
May-basket that was left last night, -
said she at the Observation-Disclosures, direct
| ing DR.. Meton'S attention TO n gay lit
tie boat, overlooking with a cargo Of
rosebuds, pansics, and geranium leaves,
that was sailing on the red sea OF the
tablecloth.
"For mc?' wondcringly enquired DR..
Melton "Who would give me Il May
basket? Perhaps it is for you, Mrs. Ros-
cQe?'
CHATS likely story!' shifted Mrs.
Roscoe, "Who would hang May
basket for grizzly grey old woman
| like me?N
"But it can't be for me- protested
DR. Hugh,
"Of courseit can't said Mrs Roscoe,
with another sniil OF sovereign sarcasm
at must be for the cat, declare for
it, doctor cant bear to see hand
some, smart, mddling.young man like
YOU have such mlsurble opinion o
. himsci,'
"Mc handsomely said the docto
deprecatiugly. Sarah always SAT-
n ----a'
Eyes, know what Sarah Away
!. said broke in his champion indignant
~ Wasn't she my own niece? An
= didn't know all the ms and outs of he
a dominccrn' ways? She was one Of tn
| wnnnn tl,uI ,hinl thn,. pu, Mist Than