The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-11-06
A FORTUNATE MISTAKE.

+ had Just made of pretty bit Of
-. merry. III finish it, and take it 10
S.aunton, he'll only laugh. / am not
est out for an artist; neither can get
even bread and cheese, let alone an
l. ONE TO marry on, out Of literature.
N sure that was a capital tale | sent
I, the editor Of The Snowflake, last
v a9k, and he just sent it back with the
Old insult, that I've got so used TO,
'.l1clined with thanks" ! really don't
Low what can turn to, brought up
lo nothing, and expecting a fortune;
is hard enough for fellows TO make a
lostion who have studied from boy
Cd. with everything in their favor.
must either enlist or emigrate; but
ere, I'll 60 and talk to my pretty
label. Thank Heaven, i can still see
i.ar bright face occasionally. "
A few minutes later Bob Morgan
was sitting on the trunk of an old tree,
on The outskirts of the wood, with his
am around the waist of fair, pretty
girl, his betrothed wife, whom he was
low obliged to meet secretly, In conse-
G ence OF his loss of fortune.
She did not look mirthful herself to-
Iyht; her eyes were heavy with tears
recently shed, and her pretty mouth
was even now quivering with partially
suppressed grief
why, my darling little May" Bob
saying. What is the matterP The
hit Of your bright face clouded makes
feel as if all the world were wrap
d in gloom, this fair summer even
oh, dear Bob, ] am SO unhappy.
remember me telling you that Mr..
lkland, an old friend Of papa's, had
me 10 stay with us on visit? Well,
is too dreadful, Bob; mamma says
wants to marry me, and that if do
say yes when he asks me, we shall
be ruined
ITO marry you, Mabel" exclaimed
Bob Indignantly. "The old fright, how
dare hep Why, didn't you tell me he
was eightyP'
"Oh, no, Bob, but he is over sixty,
and that's quite as old, / think said
Mabel illogically.
And what does your mother mean
about being ruined?" asked Bob.
"Oh, don't quite understand it,"
answered Mabel thoughtfully. Some
Thing about mortgage, which papa
let him have"
'Well, mortgage or ruin, or what
ever else happens, Mabel, don't let
them brighten you into marrying your
grandfather. We will run away, and
LIE on my poor fifty pounds year,
first" said Bob stoutly; and then fol-
lowed much loving talk, and many
castles in the air. for Bob's presence
seemed to bring back all Mabel's light
leartedness.
But when she had left him, and he
returned TO his home alone all the
f'ars and anxieties he had shaken of,
rurned with ten-fold force.
81 know what you are capable Of,
ny good Mrs. Walton" he solioquizcd,
npostrophising his mother.in-law elect.
Its quite possible that the mortgage
story is all made up, to try and fright.
~ my poor little girl into the idea that
she is making q noble sacrifice of her
IF, for the benefit of the others. And
suppose that horrible old fellow fol-
VS. her about, and grins at her, and
forces his odious presence on her, when
lie ought to be thinking Of the grave,
the old villain. He's sure TO be coarse
old brute, for all his money was made
in trade" Bob felt all the contempt
for such sordid manner Of amassing
wealth that the son Of an over-worked
rector, with large family and u small
stipend, would naturally feel. "lIow-
ever, he shall not rob me Of my darling,
mr. yex her with his impudent atten-
Ions, without first having his eyes
opened. If he was young man, now,
could punch his head, but rs it is, il
ne has any feeling at all, he shall re-
We a blow of another kind With
" ich warlike resolution, Bob went 10
ep, and slept soundly, in spite of his
II ubles.
Next day, he went or and had an in
tetview with Jenny, the odd man at
Walton Lodge, with which pretcntious
lame Mrs. Walton had dignided her
small house. Bob used TO be favor
ii Of old Jemmy's, on account of nu.
merous packets Of tobacco, ETC.. which
'ound their way from his pocket to the
GA mans, before Mrs. Walton had for
hidden him the house, on account OF
Us altered prospects.
From Jenny, Bob learnt that the
o'd gent as the old man designated
The rich man, would probably 20 down
70 hsh in the mill-s,ream between
breakfast and luncheon.
Thanks, Jenny, and now tell me
"Sactly what he Is like" said Bob.
But this information Jenny was not
able TO impart with much success, SO
lob felt he would have TO trust to
Glance to show him the right man, II
more than one gentleman should SO.
Get the same time and place for his
fishing.
''Ah, there he sl' said Bob to him
sell, as he deserted solitary figure on
tho bank.
But when he drew nearer, he was
not at all sure Of his man. This zen.
f'eman was jolly sprightly.lookinp
man of about ilfly.Gve, with an air Of
refinement about him which could
hardly have belonged TO trader
Bob drew out his easel and set ~
Nil his paraphernalia ready TO sketch
ieeflng all his courage OF last night dc
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