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

ChlYalrOuS attitude toward women was eS-
sential to any male human creature who
desired TO be man, and much more to the
same effect.
Now, the Young man was beginning to
discover that he was by no means mis-
ogynist, but he would answer, Truth be-
fore sentiment | know one truly good
man--the best man in the wOrd-so far
the kindest-hearted the purest-minded,
and most honorable-and he thinks ex-
tremely i'll of women. Perhaps he gem
eralizes too much from one particular
case (the young fellow had wonderfully
philosophical airs at this time, and talked
with the gravity of grandfather; "but,
If he does, the one case was probably bad
enough to justify him."
Perhaps so,n said the poet. "By-the-
way, Phil, did you ever meet Miss Church
Illn
"No,n said Phil
SHOULD you like to meet herin
Like to meet here said Phil. "Id 90
from here TO the Mirror on my hands and
knees to meet herr
That is not at all necessary said
Marsh, smiling; 1--WE can take cab. Be
here at twelve o'clock tomorrow, and we
will drive down to the theater together
Phil went away uplifted at the prospect,
and sat far into the night shaving at the
sonnet beginning
"To what dim glade with airy voices filled
! OF JOY and sorrow hast thou charmed my
sOul,'
This production was addressed TO Miss
! Churchill as Bertha, in "Gossamern and
! the young versilier knelt at the shrine of
| Miss Churchills projections in such ardor
as only a young yersider knows The
quality Of the verse produced has little to
| do with the warmth Of sentiment expert
enced. Young men and young women
write woful nonsense some times over
which they thrill and weep and beam as
though they We're so many AppolloS and
Sapphos; and the fact that Phil really was
a poet made him no warmer than he would
have felt if he had been altogether hollow
headed. The difference is, that the poet
gets his thrills and tears upon the paper,
while with the other sort, all stops at the
fnger-tips and will dribble not "a hairs
breadth further.
OF course he had had a thousand temp
tations to expose his verses, or some of
them, to a real and approved poet when he
found himself admitted TO intimacy with
one; but he had always blushed at them, as
the pretty Jane bushes when she hears in
her day-dream the words Of courtship which
are not yet spoken But now he 50 loved
and innocently worshiped his own fancies,
as set forth in this particular sonnet, that
the temptation assailed him with irresistible
force; and when he called upon Marsh, as
arranged, he produced the manuscript, with
much confusion, and asked him to read it,
would you mind reading this Mr..
Marshr he said, blushingly "There are
only fourteen lines, and it can't bore you
long 1t may be dreadful rubbish
, "Let me see" returned the poet, He
read the verses with grave face. "Shall
print this for youn he asked. Owe pay
, a guinea a page for verse, and sonnet
1 can stand by itself"
These are commercial days when even
: poets go into business, and Marsh, as Phi
knew, was proprietor of a magazine. The
author Of the sonnet was overwhelmed.
"If you think it worth printing" he
said, with becoming diflidence.
eyes, said Marsh - | think it very well
worth printing-very well worth it indeed.
And now,n locking the sonnet in his desk,
off you are ready we will start. Smith
reads his new play to-day, and l have
promised to be there. He was my COLtdbo-
rdtew for two or three years, and is one Of
the finest fellows living, you must know
him, Phil.'
Altogether heaven seemed opening on
Master Phil this morning. William John
Smith, author of the slain and buried
"DemogorgOn,N was in the green room,
with his roll of manuscript, when the poet
and his companion reached the theater, and
Miss Churchill arrived little later. Lor-
rimer was there also-a trifle obese by this
time, and more rubicund than ever. The
Mirror had a star company, and Phil saw
near at hand several celebrities whom he
had hitherto only beheld upon the stage.
To be near these celebrated people when
they wore the garments of everyday life,
and to hear them talk without book, was
treat to the novice The play was read
and applauded. Then the players drew for
the most part in knot around William
John Smith, and asked about his ideas for
this stroke of business and that stroke Of
business for the said Smith had grown
mighty, and it was proftable-or might be
to he interested in his work, and to give
: him q favorable impression about ones art
enthusiaSms.
: 1t was noticeable to Phil that the poet,
for some reason as yet unknown, was grad
1 ually becoming less and less at his ease
1 while the reading Of the play went on, and
this somewhat dashed his own interest in
the business. Now for a time Marsh de-
serted Phil altogether, and left him stand
> Ing in a corner companionleSs while he
5 crossed the room and addressed Miss
Churchill
| "Will you give me wordi" asked the
poet
4 "Certainly."
= 81 have done clumsy thing, and have
$ only just begun to see it. A young wor-
a shipper of yours, poet, and as tlne-hearted
D 4 lad a. | have met anywhere, wants to
= know you, and | have brought him here. y
81 noticed him. she answered. He
5 has an honest face. Why should you apol-
Q ogi2e. am always pleased to know your
: friends. You have the secret of knowing
t none but good people"
II "Eour own goodness" he said, in re-
: turn brightens everything you shine on.
s Forgive me, but | am SO old a courtier that
y can dare to speak the truth now and
k then. But | am afraid | may pain you,
d and yot | feared you might blame me II
i you knew, and if did not bring him. l
IN | III I oy,tipr wall i'll.