The Cairo bulletin., 1905-01-14


amusing spectacle Of man just ar
rived at the dignity Of f2therhoo1
But yesterday he was free man
ready to look any orc quarelY In the
eyes But yesterday his house was
his and the freedom thereof, and he
was king, Today. there has come a
change over the spirit Of his dream
He is an alien, an outcast. He slips
in at the side door like thief, It
seemae million years ince he had
the termerity 10 walk In at his own
front door He feels That he Is alb
solutely superiluous 60 the situatiqa
The house is iall Of grandm Tiers
ami aunts and being in a w.liie cap
and apron who gives aim oraers in a
cold. collected tore He escapes 70
his daily grind like one fleeing 10 tie
house Of refuge. Every five minutes
through the day he is teleph0n a to
from headquarters and commanded
to order this and order that.
Heavens! Isn't a baby enough with
out bankrupting The town AMI max
ing his house general depository
He attends to business as vel as he
can for that telephone, ana for con.
gratulatioIs. te,egraphic, tela9h9nic.
written and verbal He smiles and
beams at these WHAT stir that
baby has male TO be sare! Volumi.
nous screeds would not make aim be.
lieye that baby vas purely element
al perennially topical No, indeed.
baby is a very private, particular
affair. only he hates to be stared a.
ana have his hand wrulg by every
chance acquaintance.
He eontemplatas his journey home
that evening in anguish Of spirit, Il
is only ten blocks long and he known
every one On the street from Genesis
TO Revelation, but he would rather
run the red mans gauntlet than walk
those ten blocks He knows jus how
it will be. He gl2e3 down a long
shaded vista bordered by millions
and millions of yards fun Of laughing
groups and every enc win call 20 him
lin excess Of labor he falls to labor
on the mott difficult, brain-absorbing
duty Of the day He wiclladly con
cocts a scheme to go home a round
about way but his manhood seorng III
and at 6 O'Clock he makes brave
bold dash for the old, familiar stree.
His worst alarms are ablndantll
realized White-hairad old men lay
down their papers and leave their red
benches to cross the green grass e.
pat his shoulder patoTaally And 6
boy well welll That's fine, 3 nn.e
fine, fine!" Bonnie bu@tes like
schoolboy and escapes TO nave an am
bascade Of romping children fall upor
him. "Oh. Mr.. Bonnie has il got bluc
eyes; has it sol Il bald head; IS il
little teeny, vaeny thing; may w
come to see it?' Yes, cone. con-,
ana bring all your acquaintances. Tx
PASSES the giFlJ he used to 80 with
dawdling in wicker chairs upon greer
lawns. He bows with he cold impas
sivity OF human iceherg In tn
name of wonder why do they see
suddenly struck dumb.
A stream Of children, prinI9 OF
for the evening promenade, cAgGI
aim and drown him in vortex @
Does it look like 80
mas it got a pretty mouth lie MI
Phlippa, has IL got any teeth. cen
laugh, may we come tomorrow anl
see it?" The poor young father
wipes his forehead. Lord, this wa
wore than anything he had imagined
Here comes g maronly woman bus
ling down the stops, and he must wa''
until she gives him an armfal of Jacl
roses for Philippa dear girl an
mind you, Pennie. take care OF the
sweet soul. Dear, yes. he would, e
he iu t could get a chance to see his
Phlippa. And he thinks of the cor
don established by that beng il
white cap ana apron 40, her.
comes enc Of bis crunies His ind
viduality asserts itself he feels again
like f. Benjamin French, Bushes
Man The respite is short. however
for in the next block he meefs q oIl
man. WHO barlss by, Joyo,
Hello. papa" F Benjamin French
says things under his breath that his
wife. Phllippa French, never dream
Cd that ner husband know. lie walks
along With murder In bis heart until
a sweet-faced, motherly woman looks
up from her flower beds and com5s
cut TO the gaze to say; And you have
a boy. Bonnie? 1t seems such a lit
tie while since l held you in my arms
when you were only day old. hope
ne viii make as good a man a his
father is Ei5 serenity is re-sstab
liehed Home is In sight. Surely
nothing more can happen. At that in
slant a trap stopped. at his gate. In
it sat Kitty Moore, high bred AMI Sc
rene. She awaited his approach
Would ne carry TIE roses TO Mrs
French and give her her love? He
goes the gamut from pink to deep
carmine Oh, certainly, she was too
kind Mrs. Freuch would be delight
ed. would she come in? Kitty gave
smiling. superior negative. touched
her horse aud was gone in Hash
Kitty. Kitty Moore. o. all people I'D
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