The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-04-13

and see boys 60 past me, Its the way of
the world
Phil went off gaily next morning, and
found Mr. Marsh at home and had bright
talk with him. If Phil were pleased with
his host-and there was little doubt Of that
Marsh was the more pleased of the two.
The lads bright face and hopeful converse
did him good He felt rather wicked. how
ever, when he began to draw his guest out
about Tregarthcn, and as if he were doing
an underhand thing in listening to him.
Phil described the island and the house,
told him quaint things about the score of
islanders, who We're all oddities in their
way, as they were likely TO be though the
historian had never thought them so until
they grow curious by contrast with the
people Of the wider world in which he now
moved,) and even repeated one or two won
derful old ballads, which spnrkled for tho
phllologAt, but We're for anybody else,
simply and merely drolL
And what manner of man is Mr.. Ire
garthen = asked Marsh at length
"Oh, Arthur = said Phil The best man
in the world, think. He is a great deal
absorbed in scientific pursuits, chemistry
up their minds that he holds correspondence
with the devil Now, | shouldn't be
surprised at finding him engaged
i'll converse with spiritual agencies Of
another sort, for he's a man with
out fault He's gentleman" cried
Phil, enthusiastically; from his soul
to his skim
This was hardly what the poet had ex-
pected to hear though it was natural that
/ Tregarthens ward should think well Of his
/ preseryer.
:" He saved your life, Think
He did, said Phil, his cheeks flushing.
Give heard old Reuben POllarth tell the
! story many time. One of the men on
| board-we were on the Isle Of ElJd, from
| Bombay TO Liyerpool-tied me to spar
and threw me overheard just before the
/ smash came. can remember crying and
begging him not to do it, and fighting be-
fore was tied, but can't recall anything
after that 1t was such a night, old Pol
larth says, as no living man can remember.
/ I've known the west wind blowing there,
| and the waves coming in at the Sea-gate,
but the old man says that what pve looked
at is no more than boy could make by
stirring puddle with stick in compare
son to what it was that night. | driftel
up somehow, with the spar, and Arthur
.. I... a4.. N.4' lu u..er u. U.lliuuI.
.as u.A- wave threw u, UP together, and
the spar struck hun on the head and
l'stuuned him: but old Polarth had time to
grip at the spar, and his son took hold of
him, and Bill Polarth took hold of Ben,
ha oil l.g1l t.1Nt
back without US. Arthur was a month in
bed after it, and was crazy half the time
or more
Marsh felt something of the glow Phips
heart experienced as this tale was told.
The two not merely parted well pleased
with each other, but held each other il
mind and met frequently, and in little
while became intimates and friends. II
was natural that Phil should turn often,
in his speech with Marsh, to Tregarthen
Island and its owner. And there gradually
! grew up in the poets mind the clearest
image of the mana mournful and tender
hearted cynic, with craze.
:" His wife ran away from him. said
/ Phil speaking of him one day, The peo-
| pie on the island and the people at Gorbay
/ always declare thst he ill-used her, or was
/ guilty of some dreadful villainy, but |
know better. Nobody ever knew Arthur
! do mean thing-nobody ever knew him
to do mean thing or a cowardly thing"
When he was alone again Pills mind
was so occupied with his protector that he
must needs sit down and write to him in
stanter. Tregarthan had written, week
or two before "Your letters are the only
murmurs Of the world that reaan me, and
are all care to reach me' Books, plays,
and pictures filled the youngsters head
chiefly, and it was mainly Of them that he
wrote.
i have made most fortunate acquaint-
ance,n wrote Phil, in the person of Mr..
Ronald Marsh one of the most distinguished
of our modern poets. He is the author OF
comedy called 'Gossamer,' now being
performed at the Mirror, with which | was
enchanted The chief part is taken by
Miss Churchill, who is simply divine. l
have seen all the principal actors and ac-
tresses now, and there is nobody who comes
near Miss Churchill Then followed criti-
ssm: There is about this admirable ar
fist a grace and refinement which other
actresses lack. You are sure at first sight
that she is a gentlewoman. Perhaps her
rarest charm is her voice, which
is marvelously sweet, and has an
daderlying note of melancholy even in
its most joyous passages Not that it In
vests her comedy with a tinge Of the maud
lin, or that she plays a gay scene in any
but the brightest manner; but her voice
softens the asperities Of raillery, and seems
to assure you Of tender heart
There was a good deal more of this and
Tregarthen read it with strange feelings.
The heart has wounds sometimes which
will not close until death applies his infalli-
bic heal-all. Tregarthen's heart was thus
wounded, Scorn is a poor plaster for such
u sore as he carried, but he knew of nc
other, or cared to apply no others. For
gettufaess was out of his reach
When he read this letter of Pills his
first impulse was to sit down and warn the
lad of women at large; but little retlec
ton told him what hopeless task thai
was-how little likely to be prosperous IL
any case-how very unlikely to be prosper
Gus in the case of vivid and impetuou'
lad like Phil, who was born to fall in love
as the sparks fly upward He went bach
to his books and his crucibles and his mac
experiments, and left the youngster un
answered altogether for the time WheL
in week or two another letter came, ht
expected to find something more of Miss
Churchill and he did not know whether
relief or disappointment were the greater
when hp fpun1 no mention of her. Phil!