The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-12-06
IN AND OUT OF LOVE.

red? How do you know lobster salau
from sardines?
| knew she was widow from the
very moment took the corner seat in
the ear, opposite to her little black bon
net with its iluttering breath of Grape
veil. and the Astrakan mutl that held
her two tiny, black-gloved hands.
How envied that mutf
Don't tell me of your Venuses, your
Madonnas, and your Marys, Queen Of
Scots-they couldn't have held a can
die to this delicious little widow.
never did believe in grand beauties!
A woman has no business overawing
and impressing you against your will
And she was one Of your dimpled,
dasy-faced creatures, with soft brown
ewes. long-lashed and limpid, and red
mouth, which looked as if it was just
made to be kissed.
And then there was a tangle of gold
en- spirals of hair hanging over her
forehead, and braids upon braids
pinned under her bonnet until hair
dresser would have gone frantic at the
sight
Just as | wa, taking an inventory of
these things in that sort of nun Ibserv-
ent way that ilatter myself belongs to
a man of the world she dropped her
mulf and, of course, it rolled under the
car seat.
Wasn't | down on my knees at once
after it? | rather think so.
Thank You, sir, said the delicious
little widow.
"Not at all" / replied. "Can | do
anything more for you?
mo thank you-unless you could
tell me what time we get into Glen
dale.
Glendale" | cried. why, | am
going to Glendale"
OF course we were friends at once,
and the daisy-faced enchantress made
room for me beside her, "lest, as she
said. "some horrid disagreeble crea-
turc should crowd in and bore her to
death, and | stepped right out Of the
mu,ty, ill-yentilated world of the rail-
way carriage into an atmosphere Of
Eden.
When bachelor Of forty falls in love
at first sight-oh, what a fall is there,
my counuymen. No half measures, |
tell You.
Before we had been speeding through
the wintrv landscape an hour, had al
ready built up several blocks Of cta-
teauz II Espagne, in my mind. | saw
nv bachelor rooms frightened with her
presence. fancied myself walking TO
church with her hand on my arm, her
bcaming eyes upturnod TO mine
| heard her dulcet voice saying, My
dear Thomas, what would you like for
supper to-night?' beheld myself a
respectable member Of society the
head Of a family.
What would Bob Carter say now-l
meant then? Bob who was always
rallying me on my state Of hopeless old
bachclorhood, who supposed, forsooth,
because he happened to be tribe
younger and better-looking than my
self. that ! had no chances whatever.
Id show Bob!
What did we talk about? The
weather, of course, the scenery, the
prospects all the available topics, in
deed, one after another; and the more
we talked, the deeper grew my admra-
ton for the beautiful widow.
She was 50 sensible and 50 original,
and 50 everything else that she ought
TO be,
| discovered that she preferred a
town life to the seclusion OF country
residences did |. Who would stag
nate when he could feel the worlds
pulses as they throbbcd,
She loved the opera--so did !.
She thought this woman's suffrage
movement all ridiculous with be-
witching little lisp on the last syllable
Il agreed with her,
She thought womans true sphere
was home; my feelings .urged up too
strongly, and | merely bowed my as
sent.
Here was Il delicious unanimity OF
soul--a mute concord Of sympathy
What would Bob Carter say when he
saw this beautiful little robin lursd into
my cage, How ! would lord il over
him. How ! would invite him 10 hap
pen in any time. How | would--fg.
uratiycly, Of course hold up Mrs.
Thomas Smith over his cnyying eyes
! uttered an audible chucklc as
thought of these things, which | had
some difficulty in changing into q
cough.
You've got cold" said the widow,
alphabetically, "Do, please, have
one OF my troches; they are sosoothing
| to the throat
/ took the trOchc, but didn't swal-
low it. Would as soon have eaten a
priceless pearl put it in my left.
hand breast pocket, rs near my heart
as practicable,
Her first gift
"a bachelor like me is used 10 such
things ! said in an oil-hand manner
"a bachelor, echoed my travelling
companion. "Bless me, then YOU arc
not marricdP'
unfortunately, no"
"lts noyertoo late to mend, y hazard
ed the widow, roguishly.
THAT is my sole consolation
answered, gallantly
There is nothing Ike married life, -
sighed the widow, with momontary
eclipse of the limpid, brown orbs, be-.
meath the whitest of dropping lids.
Dul what's the use of my talking about
| Ia IA Npup Won .,,,.s, 49,. .i....,..'i !,