The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-08-16

Somehow, Robert, going into tn,
navy seems to have spoiled you, JUS
as Aunt Jane said it would"
Your Aunt Jane is an old prude. y
"My Aunt Jane is my fathers
sister"
"lndeed How singular! You're
sure she isn't his cousin"
"a never like you less than when you
try to be funny. You'll find a parlor
match on the mantle-piece."
Wouldn't you get it for mep |
shall break my neck over this furnit-
ure."
If | thought you were in earn
est-r'
why, am; you seem to get about
with great facility"
II certainly shall not get it for you. "
"Well, do just as you please; I'd
just as lief sit in the dark"
IF you don't get match | shall 90
out on the piazza again"
Il dare say you're pining too. Was
it an appointment"
This insinuation is more than Miss
Ethel is able to bear with equanimity.
She rises and moves away in the dark
ness.
You are not angry, | hope, he calls
after her.
81 am going for match" she re-
plies with marked emphasis.
"One Of the patent kind, where a
CAP comes down and dog-cart carries
off the ashes?"
81 shall 60 up stairs and ask Aunt
Jane to sit with u.s."
Then I'll say good night now.
You won't find me when you bring her
down"
Perhaps it would be as we'll"
Come, Ethel, get me a match, and
I'll behave like an angel"
"All right; here it is then. Let's
talk about China
"All right; what shall we sav?n
1T seems very far to China" she
returns rather sentimentally. "Bob.
you never will know
Never will know how far it is to
China? | do know that already, thank
you. This COMPOUNDED match won't
light"
You will never know" she con-
tinues, with q dignitied ignoring of
his Interpolation, chow lonesome it
was while you were gone for
"Did you really miss me, Ethel?" he
queries, becoming in his turn some
what inclined to .spooniness, and in
some mysterious way possessing him
self Of her hand as she stands before
him.
Fer you mother" concludes Miss
Mott in a matter-of-fact tone. "She
missed you dreadfully; though, as
Aunt Jane said, very likely her worry
was chiefly over the scrapes you were
likely to get into.
Your Aunt Jane is a nasty old cat;
and she isn't the only disagreeable one
in the family by any means" Bob NUT
tiers irately, dropping the soft, warm
hand he had seized.
What did YOU say?' queried Ethel
with marvellous sweetness. II didn't
catch the last"
Where the young man begins most
annoyingly and impolitely to whistle
False Is the Sex" throwing himself
back into the corner of the sofa in
position which would have expressed
nothing short of insolence had there
been light enough for it to express
anything. Miss Ethel is intuitively
aware Of his attitude and still more
conscious of the defiance conveyed in
his musical performance.
You never could catch q tune,
could you, Bob" she remarks with an
assumption of sympathy intended to
crush the offender utterly.
Master Bob ignores this observance
entirely save for changing his whistle
to The Shrew of Backgammon, into
which he infuses a shrillness which
| pierces Miss Motifs ears and her armor
of Indifference at the same time If
there is one song in the world she does
despise, it is 1.-The Shrew Of Bally-
cannon
"How can you sit there and whistle,
Bob Tracy?" she demands, lust as if
you don't care at all ! gave you
credit before this for good breeding at
least"
a only adapt myself to the company
I'm with Bob says indifferently, and
he goes on with 1.-The Shrew of Bally-
cannon"
81 wish you would kindly light that
match" Miss Mott remarks icily.
you better strike it on the under
side OF the mantel shelf"
You'd better try it YOURSELF" says
Bob, with indifference, 'the old match
isn't any good"
at would occur to some gentlemen
to try another, them" Ethel retorts,
moving away in the darkness and
seating herself in an armchair on the
other side Of the room.
81 shall only break my neck over the
furniture if | try to navigate about in
the dark. don't know where the
matches are. If you'll bring me one
| I'll light the gas"
This transparent ruse on the part o.
Mr.. Tracy TO make her return to him
is utterly futile. Ethel remains where
she is, replying with great scorn:
You know perfectly well, where
the matchbox is. She laughs con
temptuously and continues: chevy,
stood in the same corner Of that man
tlepiece ever since that Fourth Of Jul,
when you climbed up and stole then
and set fire TO the lace curtains"