The Cairo bulletin., 1905-08-05


in my waist and some girls beautiful
long coat and hat on. all covered with
chinehillal
There's some mistake my little girl"
he said. shaking me gently to wake me
up, for was going TO sleep again, he
feared.
'Oh, | knew you we're kept at ths
Office" interrupted quickly. | pre-
ferred to be farther from the station
With that girls red coat before | got
out We've missed our train. anyway,
haven't we? After this, daddy dear,
let's not take this route. Ii we'd go
straight through ON the one road, we
wouldn't have this drive across town
every time. | was wondering. before
fell asleep, what in the world I'd do
in this big city ii you didn't come"
lie forgot TO withdraw his arm, so
oc utied was he By M predicament.
What would you do. my child il
YOU had-had missed your-your IA
ther?"
Wasn't it clumsy of him? He want
ed to break it to me gently. and this
What would 1 dor" | gasped indig
nantly why. daddy imagine me
alone, and and without money! Why
by, how can you"
There! theren he said, patting me
! soothingly on the shoulder.
That baby Of a bishop. The very
thought of Nancy Olden out alone in
the streets was too much for hi.l.
He put his free hand into his pocket
and had just taken out bin and was
trying to plan way 10 offer it to me
and reveal the fact to poor. modest
little Nance 0lden that he was not her
own DADDY, when an awful thing nap.
/ pened.
We had got up street as far as the
opera house when we were caught in
the jam Of carriages iii front, the last
afternoon opera OF the season was just
over was 80 busy thinking what
would be my next move that | didn't
notice much outside, and | didn't want
TO move. Tom, not bit Playing the
bishops daughter in trailing coat
of red trimmed with chinehilla, is just
your Nancy's graft. But the dear lit
I tie bishop gave a jump that almost
! knocked the roof off the carriage,
! pulled his arm from behind me and
dropped the $40 bill he held as though
it burned him. 1t fell in my lap.
iammed it into my coat pocket. Where
is It now? Just you wait, Tom Dorgan,
| ana you'll find out.
| followed the bishops eyes His
face was scarlet now. Right next to
our carriage mine and the bishops
there was another; not quite so fat
and heavy and big. but smart, / tell
you. with tho silver harness iangling
! and the horses arching their backs un-
der their blue-eloth Jackets mono
grammed in leather All the same |
couldn't see anything to cause low
1 ing father to let no his onliest daugh-
ter IN such d hurry, till the old lady
Inside bent forward again and gave us
another look
Her face told 1t then. 1t was big
smooth face, with accordion plated
chins. Her hair was white and hel
nose was curved, and the pearls In hei
big ears brought out every ugly spot
on her face. Her lips were thin, and
her neck, hung with diamonds, looked
like bed with holsters and pillows
piled high. and her eyes-oh. Tom
her eyes, They were little and very
gray and they bored their way
straight through the windows--her:
and ours-and hit the bishop plumb In
the face
Ny IL could only have laughed!
The bishop, the dear. prim Sittle
bishop in his own carriage. with his
arm about young woman in red ant
chinchilla offering her a bank-note
and Mrs Dowager Diamonds. her eyes
popping out of her head at the sight
and she one of the lady pillars of his
church-oh. Tom! it took all of this tt
make that poor innocent next to me
realize how he looked in her eyes.
But you see 1t was over In a minute
The carriage wheels were unlocked
and the blue coupe went whirlinl
away, and we in the plum cushioned
carriage followed SLOWLY
| decided that I'd had enough. Nov
and here in the middle Of all these car
riages was bully good time and plac,
for me to get away turned to tn,
bishop. He was blushing like boy
| blushed, too. Yes, did, Tom Dor
gan, but it was because | was bursting
with laughter.
"Oh, dear!" | exclaimed, In suddel
, dismay. you're not my father
Mono, my dear, lin not" h
stammered his face purple now will
embarrassment. II was Just trying t,
tell you, you poor little girl, of you
mistake and planning a way to he'll
you, when"
He made gesture Of despair towar'
the side where the coupe had been
covered my face with my hands
and shrinking over into the corner,
cried
let me out! Let me out! Your
not my father oh, let me Quit"
"Why, certainly. child. But I'm oil
enough, surely, to be, and | wish
wish were"
"You dol"
The dignity and tenderness an