The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-03-23
BY THE GATE OF THE SEA.
A NOVEL.
by DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY.
CHAPTER VIII.

like an emperor who has reconquered re-
belious province He was one Of those
people who love success and hate failure,
apart from consequences. de wanted what
he wanted-exactly that or nothing-and
if he had dug for water and struck gold,
like the famous Mr.. Dow, he would have
felt aggrieyed. He had gone out to secure
Miss Churchill, and the difficulties which
had been cast in his way only made her
services the more valuable to hope for, and
more precious when secured. "The boys
he said to himself, rubbing his hands
with vivacity, twill be at the Rabbit
Hutch. They shall have the news at
once to begin with. e"
When he alighted in the Strand and dis
charged the coachman that person was as
tonished at the liberality of the payment
Lorrimer rendered. The manager swag
gered into the little room, beaming all
over; but there was no one to meet him
except the poet, who sat detected, with his
folded arms upon the table.
"rye seen her, Marsh cried Lorrimer,
extending both hands. And what's
more, my boy, she has consented to appear
again
THAT is good news said the poet,
mournfully. II congratulate you. Have
you made any definite arrangement with
her Have you-helped her =
To everything the heart can wish for y
said Iorrimer. "Delicacies, wine, money,
credit, and coral for the baby 1t was
the coral that did the trick, my boy
"The-the baby said Marsh, with
bewildered air.
"Ye-es, said Lorrimer, rubbing his chin
with the palm Of his hand and regarding
the poet with half-refection his look I
"A baby. | suppose it's all right. To
tell you the truth, Marsh, don't inquire
into those matters. It's a question Of
principle with me.
The poet stretched out hand and struck
down heavily on the gong which stood be-
fore him, and, on the appearance Of the |
waiter, demanded brandy in a manner al |
most tragic,
What's the natter asked Lorimer
"You are out of sorts, dear boy"
Il am hipped, said the poet, with q
sigh. 81 am tired Of the whole show, Lor-
rimer. and ! wish that the drum would
bang and the fddles squeak no more. l
should like to see the curtain ring down on
the silly figures in the middle of the piece,
but must sit it out, suppose, like the
rest Of US, though l am sick of it, and
bored 70 death
"Ah :" said Lorrimer. "you're young,
dear boy, and that's why you feel like that.
When was your age felt older than
Methusalem By-and-by you'll begin to
want 10 stick, and you'll get to like the
piece very well.'
There are few things more offensive
b a Young man than to be reminded of his
youth by senior And for a poet and a
man Of fashion, who had just expressed the
ycarnings Of his soul with what he felt to
De q very pretty conversational style, to
find himself compared with this fiorid vul-
garian, who called Methuselah Methusalem,
was more than commonly CALLING.
Lorrimer had never felt what he felt
The thing was impossible, but it was useless
70 argue, and the young man sat in
mournful and dignifed silence and slipped
his brandy and water, until the other
members of the conclaye dropped in one
by one, and Lorrimer began to expatiate |
upon his own good fortune and the great |
things he was going to do for Miss
Churchill
Look here said the manager, poking
at the rotund figure of the man of the cor
ner with his walking cane. Here's a
chance for you. You used to want to
write poetical comedy, you know"
/ trust said the man in the corner,
that We are not about to enter on a course
Of recrimination. Why should / be re-
minded Of the follies of the pastl / have
heard it whispered that a middle aged,
ford, fat man, who shall be nameless, had
once desire to play Romeo"
'No more Of that, Hal, and thou lowest
me" sain Lorrimer. "But if you can
write poetical comedy, my boy, here's
the women TO write up to-"
Sir" said the man in the corner, 81 can
write poetical comedy as well as any
whale in Arctic waters can dance sara
bandn
We'll" cried Lorrimer, ''the man who
writes a frst-rate poetical comedy for
Miss Churchill has made his fortune. /
know that much"
Good afternoon, gentlemen" said the
poet, rising YEARLY. There was some
protest against his going, but he pleaded
n0n-existent engagement and got away,
lie turned disconsolately out Of the Strand
INTO Catherine street, and after many in
determinate windings, found himself at
the head Of the dismal thoroughfare in
Nhlch Mrs. Tregarthen had lodgings. He
sVoou full minute in hesitation, and one
TWO hurrying passengers hustled him.
si,t ios' ne pulled his hat over his eyes,
80, cast out both hands with a little
~, ~ W surrender, and walked home.
Mrs. T T,.e AFTERNOON Of the day on which
Ta..i,eolIhen entered her new abode
.t no oHlleu and showed her two or
three newspaper paragraphs
The game is afoot already. madam y
he said; land, much as was disar,'o;',,r,S,
at the moment, upon my word I'm bo,,in
ning TO be glad that you threw me oya,.
last time. 1t has excited a certain curiosit, :,
and interest don't you see. Onlv-yo,
mustn't do it again, you know. Ny credi
and reputation are at stake.n
She told him YEARLY that h
might rely upon her, but she too
no interest in the preliminary uuH
Of which Lorrimer was SO prou,
She glanced at them and put them asid
with so'much languor that the manag,
took fright little.
upon my word" he said, 'Tm afrai
you're not well. Or else he added !
lently, 'you're anything but sweet upc
the business
II am very well, she answered.
"Be candid with me, urged the man
ger. ~ may rely upon youi Now, mf