The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-12-03
MAJOR WEATHERBEAM'S
DISCONTINUE.

SiXty-iive is not so very old. No, in
deed
If one is still straight, with SER
yiceable eye and tolerable hearing, in
addition to well-filled. pocket-book,
what is siXty-fve?
To count sixty-iive distinct summers,
and siXty-fve mellow autumns, that
browse into peaceful winters and
awaken in refres ing springs, is great
privilege. Think of the accumulation
Of ideas and experiences, of friends
and memories. A rare aye, surely, to
be enjoyed in spite of the rheumatic
twinges.
Major Wcatherbeam, buttoning his
elegant fall overcoat about him as he
strobe down the avenue under the ma
pies, was sure he would not give his
ripe perfection for the callow and taste
less experience of the past, He smiled
up at the bright foliage, and knocked
the head off a struggling aster in his
complacency. He found a dime for a
little boy peeping, wide-cyed, into a
candy-shop, and stood still to watch
the urchin as he bolted for the door,.
and nodded in good fellowship to a
woman who watched with him amused.
The majors little terrier followed, for
once, quite unrebuked, and turned with
him up broad macadamiZed street at
the right. The firm stride traversed
two blocks quickly, and paused before
brown stone mansion, with a pine
dotted lawn in front. One naturally
puils little at the end of a long walk,
whether one is siXty-tive or not, and if
by nature discreet, pauses awhile to re-
gain the breath before venturing to call
on ladies, Any tidy man will dust his
clothes little with his handkerchief,
and twist his moustache a tritle when
he wishes to look well. The major
presses the bell beside the stately door,
and stands erect, A little pause fol-
lows, in which he listens to the wind
running the gamut of eliin melody in
those grouped pines; then the heavy
doors unfold; a salute no younger man
coul initiate; an inquiry, and closed
doors again, with the major inside.
The mansion is divided in quarters by
two huge halls, and a wide fireplace
gives forth a glorious radiation of heat
and light over the statues and frescoed
walls. The major seats himself before
the blaze, and counts the tiles and de-
ciphcrS the inscriptions about the man
tel There is rustic Of silk skirts,
and a tap of feet on the oak stairs.
The major rises, with a sudden rush of
blood to the head not apoplectic,
surely-and salutes the red-draped fig
ure through the interstices of the bal
ustrade
He handed the lady down the last
steps, and led her across the hall, while
q green parrot hoped at her heels.
Miss Margery' voice was like
violonceIlo-'it is not usual for q
businessman like myself to call on a
lady Of an afternoon
Therefore, sir, is the honor all the
greater posing one toe on the fender
to aid her balance in the high-seated
leather chair
Therefore is the need great, my dear
young lady,
"Oh' ha! ha! hal in musical STAG
cato from the high-back chair. At
siX'y-iivc one is too dignified to like
such a laugh in connection with one $
self.
Eyes. Miss Whcatcroft, felt could
not, in justice to you or myself, remain
longer without confesspg to you my
attitude towards you"
"Oh, how kind of YOU" very sin
cerely. 81 looked looked for YOU
all day yesterday, SRA little hur-
riedly with the red deepening about
the dimples,
The MAJORS head gave an involun-
tary jerk Girls. were. once, more de-
corous. His deceased Julia Ann would
never have shown such impulsiycncss.
Yet 1t must be confessed twas extreme
~ gatherings and then good heaven.
what eyes! The apoplcctic symptoms
returned.
| Miss Margery, how gracious of you
10 say 80 I'm sure | never hoped"
"fos, and ! was making all sorts of