The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-07-20


whence the boy got his talent.
The mistress of the Meadow Farm,
Catherine Fraser, was superior to her hus-
band she was woman Of great natural
talent, but of little education; and it was
from her that Nanc inherited his genius
The farmer had great respect for his
wife. Her dairy was perfection, her house
famous for its ncatness; her butter was
the richest and the milk the sweetest, for
miles round. Had any one told the farmer
that his wife had in her soul longings that
were never gratitiCd, wishes thatfound no
utterancc, thoughts that knew no words,
he would have refused TO believe it or
thought the person who told him so, mad,
Catherine Fraser had one idol on earth,
and it was the gifted son in whom her soul
found voice.
The third important member of the
household WAS bonnie bright Kate, the
only daughter, whom both parents wor.
shipped-Lhe farmer, after stolid fashion
of his own; the mother, with an uneX.
pressed wish that the poetry and romance
which had 50 completely failed in her own
life might brighten that Of her daughter
Mrs. Fraser hoped great things from the
genius of her son Nane; but she hoped
still greater from the fresh bright beauty
Of her daughter Kate. Kate was village
beauty, with creamy clear brown skin,
having the vivid hue of II damask rose,
mouth like cIoyen rose, ripping black
hair, and a strong, well-lormed, symmetri-
cal figure.
"Kate ought to do WE'LL" sighed the
anxious mother. "She ought to marry one
of the richest farmers in the neighborhood.
Even young squire might do worse than
to marry one Of the prettiest, brightest
girls in the county, and one who under
stands dairy thoroughly wcll.'
The remaining members of the family
was the eldest son, Dcsford. lie was a
| boy after his fathers own heart. lie
| would plod patiently at the plow or the
| harrow, content to run in the same groove
| from years cnd to years end, all the
| beauty of the green earth and all the mys-
teries of life being sealed books to him.
1t was a curious household, yet COM
mon one; and the day came when Sir Raye
| Wharf gathered this little group around
| him and made u proposition to them.
None of them ever forgot the scene or
|
| magnificent clump Of lime-trees, the great
| green branches Of which formed beauti-
| full shade; and one evening, when the
| farmer was unusually pleasant he ordered
supper to be brought out and eaten there.
| The evening air was fragrant with the
new-mown hay which lay in the meadows.
| alt is 50 sweet said the farmer, that
| it seems pity to lose even one breath of
| it,"
So the brown bread, the Golden butter,
and the foamine iug of cider were brought
out: and Sir Rave. looking from dis
lance, thought he had never seen more
picturesque group-thc honest, simple
| farmer, with his sunburnt face and rugged
| figure, the comelv brght-cyed wife, the
beautiful younc daughter. the gifted son,
and the burlv figure of Desford. lie went
M to them, The farmer ceased eating,
and sat. glass in hand, mute with Won
| der II was so seldom that the lodgcr
| Joined their little circle.
It is Kate he wants to see thought the
simple mother: and Kate unconscously
smoothed her ripping hair as he drew
near.
But Sir Raye had no eyes for even the
fairest Of maidens. He never saw the dark
| beautiful face with its rose-like hue. lie
took seat by the farmers side A large
green Dough hung so low that he was COM
PEELED to thrust 1t aside before lie could
see the group OF faces
81 am glad to meet you all together" he
said. 81 have proposition to make That
it will be best for you all to hear
cit has nothing to do with my prett!
Kate" sighed the mother
"lt he wants me to buy steam pIow,
shall not do it, thought the larmeri while
the beautiful face Of the younger son
flushed and paIed.
"For some few days nave been think
ING over WHAT nave 10 say, ana now
should best say IT., SAID sir Kaye. ~ Oh
know that ieaVc you next week, strong
ana well, thanks TO the OFaclhs air and to
your klhu care
something IKE murmur OF regret came
from the IIps Oh the comeIy matr0n' The
farmer sun heid his glass IN the air.
"lou VIII loIIoW me III what am gong
TO say lou would lhlnk IL SAD pity TO
smut up IN dark OoN, where It's beauty
ana perfume would be Iost, hover with
oIllii"Ht coloiA anu sweet smell
80 w SURF s"'u 'hc l"Ilhcr, Win
hou-''Vo Nc sure
"ll o'io mas 'VIon9 pinlohs, ana can
cu' '"o ar HNt s"'iP An.ie win us
Wings you "oulu 'A'hN IL SAD TO smut up
such pltu III cage, Where the strong
Wings oou'u neNt' 'NPanu'
~ Wou'u De crUcI, Sau the farmers