The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-12-06

| tently NJ the mem OF her pochcl nanQ-
kerchief. You're only living half a
life now. All, you cannot think how
much happier you would be with some
gentle, clinging being 40 your side
some congenal soul to mirror your
owl"
lnstinctvely | laid my hand on my
| nealt.
"Do not fancy that | shall lose an in
slant in the search" / said Il have
already pictured to myself the pleas
ures of newer existence.
"Have you?" The brown eyes shot
an arch, challenging sparkle toward
me. Tell me all about her.
do you really wish to knowP"
"Of course / do
| congratulated myself mentally on
the fine progress | was making, consid-
ering the small practice in loye-making
that / had had Bob Carter himself,
with all his ready tongue and good
looking face, could not have carried on
a Irritation more neatly.
SIS she fair or dark" questioned the
widow, with the prettiest of interest.
"Neither-about your complexion"
"0hm laughed my interlocutor. with
a charming pink suflusion over her
1imples, rs she young" "Yes,
about your age
Pretty"
more than pretty-beautiful. "
The widow arched her perfectly-pen-
ciled eye brows.
what a devoted husband you will
make! And when are you going to be
married? Are you acquainted with Mr..
Carter, Mrs. Alvern's brotherP" she
asked presently.
Yes | answered, with little
grimace. "A self-conceited, disagree
able puppy"
"Do you think so?" asked the widow,
doubtfully.
"0f course, as everybody does. So
vii! YOU when you meet him"
"Shall II"
"A man who thinks because he's got
a handsome face and a smooth tongue,
that nobody else has any business in
creation.
Dear, dearl" twittered my compan-
ion; chats very bad, indeed. "
"Of course he will pay good deal
of attention to you, if you are to be his
sisters guest l pursued; "but it
won't do to encourage him."
MOI
by no means. He's professional
ilirt.n
as it possible?n lispcd the widow.
And ! mentally shook hands with
myself for having thus deity put
spoke in Bob's wheel.
First impressions are everything, and
| certainly had been beforehand with
the pretty widow. Neither had i any
computations of conscience, for hadn't
Bob been playing practical jokes of all
styles and compilations on me, ever
since we had entered the bar side by
side?
"Stupid Tom" had been his pet
name for me, always; but this WASH t
so very stupid a game, after all.
While | was thus metaphorically
hugging myself, the conductor bawled
out, Glendale, and | sprang up to
assist my lovely companion out of the
car cheerfully burdening myself with
bags, baskets, parasols, and bulky
wraps.
As we stepped upon the platform, ]
nearly tumbled into the arms of-Bob
Carter.
"IIullo, Tom was his elegant
greeting, you don't grow any lighter
as you grow older
! was about to retort bitterly, when
a sudden change came over his face, as
he beheld the pretty widow behind me.
"Gertie!" he cried, her hands in his.
Eyes, Robert" she answered, with
sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks.
That gentleman has got my parcels;
he has been very kind to me.
"Oh, has he, though? Well, we won't
trouble him any further. am much
obliged to you Tom, and Wen send
YOU cards to the wedding
ITO what wedding?'
Didn't You tell him, Gcrtie? Why,
to our wedding, the tenth Of next
month, to be sure. Al rer0ir! Tom,
be careful Of yourself for my sake"
And that was the last ever saw Of
my daisy-faced widow. For if YOU
think ! was mean-sprited enough to 90
to that wedding, you are mistaken in
my character.