The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-12-03

LOOK OUT, Sir sue III scldtcn you! ueTe,
give her to me! There Miss Poll, you
sit on my chair. You can't pull my
hair, because / don't reach up high
enough-ha! ha! ha!--eh, Majorpn her
teeth cleaning ont in the glow from
the cedar fire. Eyes, was thinking,
you see, how proud | should be of you,
You are so tall, and--now, don't mind,
for I'm going to flatter you all the rest
of your days-and so handsome! And
how proud / hoped you would be of
mel" CA half-rising attitude on the
part OF the major, who is forgetting
decorum, and how girls were forty years
ago.
"Oh, major, you are finding the blaze
too hot. How stupid of me to let you
roast in that manner. Here, let me
put up the screen. Isn't it a pretty
onep | embroidered it myself. See,
it represents an Italian princess under
an lick tree. | think she looks a trifle
like your son, Ned, only, of course,
he's not done in Kensington. Well, l
was planning that once in a while, on
very grand occasions. you might take
me out with YOU
"Once in a While, 1padana!r The
major was vast substantial protest,
son, know, of course, what you
think you have to say. But don't do
it. Besides, we couldn't leave Ned be-
hind very often" A lurking laugh in
the corner of two brown eyes. "0r, he
might go with Aunt Maria, ehP Oh
o-o-or'
The major couldn't see anything
funny in that commonplace arrange
ment.
"My dear Miss Margery"-(Co
found those chairs! A man couldn't
move them an inch without getting red
in the face, they were so heavy. J.
'you are surely determined to defraud
me of my share of the conversation,
though | cannot tell you how relieved
am to find you prepared to receive
my overtures. i confess there were
moments when l feared You might be
less fond of me on account of the dis
parity of our ages
"Why, goodness, it wouldn't seem
half so lovely any other way! That's
Just the incest part of it!' How that
presumptuous freight clambered up
from her little feet to the dimplcs in
her hands and the cosy folds about her
neck, and, climbing still, stopped at
her roster lips! Her last sentence, and
the freight stopping right there, where
it did, made the major gasp.
10 ~ IN a ri
surprises of my life," he went on.
when he could speak. 81 want to tell
you how fondly / shall cherish you;
how earnestly shall strive to crafty
each wish that you can make; how
truly proud | shall be of my beautiful
young"
"Oh, stop! You praise me more than
] can ever deserve" Two limpid tears
showed through the gathering gloom.
81 never dared hope you would receive
me so tenderly, | am a-coming right
over there, strand right behind your
chair-so-on my tip-toes, and-put
one-little kiss-like Mat!-on your
dear old forehead"
The major grew more agile than he
had been for twenty years. Meanwhile
Poll.had got to screaming, "Lord! lord!
'ord' ior'i!'' ana would not laave off. ,
ooh, yes, I'm so thankful you like
me! And Wen all be so happy to-
gether, won't we? And we both are
grateful, | assure you. Here's the
ring he gave me. See! Two beautiful
pearls and that twinkling diamond.
Doesn't it look charming in the fire.
light? Ned said-don't think me silly
for telling you-that if you were salts
fed with the little wife he had chosen
he believed he would 90 half mad with
JOY. But really | didn't think he'd
tell you so soon, for he felt a little
timid about it." A long pause, during
which the major relaxes his fatherly
embrace somewhat. Then a venture
from the girl: "I'm afraid I've talked
too freely with you'll Or, perhaps you
feel sad when you remember Ned is go
ing to belong to meP' The head bows
so low that the light climbs to that now.
"But we'll live somewhere near you,
and see you every day. Why, must you
be goingp can't you stay to tea. Well,
button up your coat well, Now, please
give your new child one more kiss, to
tell her that you mean all you have said.
Good-byel Good-byen'
Lord! lord! lord! lord! lord!"
How that bird screams The wind
has risen very fast and the pines strike
at each other angrily. There is a
promise of a dismal rain, and the dusk
hides all Of the autumn's beauty, and
leaves only its leailessness apparent.
Sixty-five, sixty-tive! At that age it is
hard climbing hill in the teeth of the
wind!-EHa W. Peattie in The Current.
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