The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1905-08-30

~ advance sales tell you, |
aaggie Monahan, we're strictly in it,
we Obermullers That Broadway hit |
Of mine has preceded me here, and
we've got the town. | suspect, In adj
vance.
But I'm not writing to tell you this.
I've got something more interesting to
tell you, my dear old Cruelty chum.
want you to pretend TO yourself
that you see me. Mag. as ! came out Of
the big Chestnut street store this after
noon, my arms full OF bundles ]
must have on that long coat to my
heels, Of dark, warm RED, silk-lined, with
the long. incurving back sweep and
high chinchilla collar. that Fred or
dered made for me the very day we
were married. must be wearing that
Jolly little, red-cloth toque caught up
on the side with some OF the fur
Oh, yes, knew | was more than q
year behind the times when | got
them, but successful actress wears
what she pleases, and the rest OF the
world wears what pleases her, too
Resides, fashions don't mean so much
TO you when your husband tells you
how becoming-but this has nothing to
do with the bishop.
Yes, the bishop, Mag!
had Just said, Nance Olden--" To
myself still speak to me as Nancy
0lden: it's good for me, Mag; keeps
me humble and forever grateful that
I'm so happy. Nance, you'll never be
able to carry all these things and lift
your bufui train, too. And there's
never a hanson round when IT'S snow
ang and" .*4 1es
And then | caught sight of the car
riage. Yes, Maggie, the same fat, low,
comfortable. elegant. sober carriage,
wide and well-kept. with rubber-tired
wheels. And the two heavy horses,
fat and elegant and sober, too, and
wide and well.kept | knew whose it
was the minute my eyes lighted on
1t, and couldn't Just couldn't re-
sist IT,
The man on the box--still wide and
wril-kept--was wide-awake this time
nodded to him as | slipped in and
closed the door after me.
'I'll walt for the bishop" I said,
with relocated assurance that left
him no alternative but to accept the
situation respectfully.
oh. dear, dear! 1t was soft aud
warm inside as 1t had been that long,
long-ago day The seat was wide and
roomy. The cushions had been done
oxer-I resented that--but though a
different material they were a still
darker plum. And instead of QUO
vadis,' the bishop had been reading
Resurrection"
II took 1t up and glanced over 1t as /
sat there; but, you know, Mag, the
heavyweight plays never appealed to
me | don't go In for the tragtc--per-
haps saw too much OF the real thing
when | was little.
At any rate, II seemed dull to me
and put 1t aside and sat there abb
systematically dreaming of little girl
thief that knew once WHENEVER
the handle OF the door turned and the
bishop got In, and we were of
oh, the little bishop--the contrast
between him and the fat, pornpoui
riE caught me! He seemed littlel
and Ieaner than ever, his little white
beard scantier his soft eye kindlier
and his soft heart
.sGod bless my soull" he exclaimed
Jumped almost out of his neat littl,
boots, while he looked sharply over hi
spectacles
what did he see? Just red-coatot
ghost dreaming in the corner of hi
carriage II made him doubt hi
eyes--his sanity. | don't know wha
he'd have done II that warm re,
ghost hadn't got tired OF dreaming, an
laughed outright.
Daddy murmured, sleepily.
Oh, that little ramrod OF bishop
The blood rushed up under mis- clear
thin baby-like skin and he sat II
straight and solemn and awful-awfu
as such a tiny bishop could be.
Lfear, miss, YOU have made mil
take" he said, primly,
\ looked at him steadily.
you know 4 haven't" said, gentl!
That took some OF the starch out 4
him, bxt he eyed ME s,ispiciously.
why don't you ask me where
6Ot, tuo Cout, kStStiup YAH WhSeueH
IsHid. leaning over to him.
ffs started | suppose he'd just this
fffNHf6nt remembered my. leaving 1t b,
HAD tAas day at Mrs. Ramsays
lord bless mel" he cried, anxious
ISsssvH"You havent-you haven
again
MOI haven't" All, Maggie, dea
Y WA worth lot to me to be able
cay that mo" to him 1T was give
to me Guess who gave 1t to me-"
HI shook his head.
my husband"
Maggie Monahan. he didn't eve
blink Perhaps In the bishops $
husbands are not uncommon, or vel
likely they don't know what a husbar
like Fred Obermuller means.
II congratulate you, my child, or
or did it--were you"
why, I'd never seen Fred Obermu
Ter then" cried Cant you tell
difference, bishop" | pleaded. DOT
4 look like a-an imposing marri