The Cairo bulletin., 1905-08-05

up some day. Yes, I Will You'll be
where you can't stop me
couldn't see the bishop. but the
doWager-oh. I'd got her Not so bad
an old body. either if you only take
her the right way First. she was sus.
piciOus. and then she was scared. And
then, biz b. BIT. the stiffness melted
out of her her arms came up about me
and there l was. lying all comfy. with
the diamonds on her neck boring 70
settles in my cneeks. and she a-sniftiing
over me aud paiting me and telling me
not 40 get excited. that il was all right.
and now | was home mummy would
take care of me, she would, that she
would.
She did She got me ON to a lounge
soft as-as marshmallows. and she
piled one silk pillow after another be
hind my back.
Come, dear, let me help you of
with your coat" she eooed. bending
over me.
oh mummy, it's SO cold' Can't J
please keep it on"
To let that coat off me was to give
the whole thing away My rig I'M
derneath. though good enough for your
girl, Tom. on a holiday, wasn't Just
what they wear in the square And,
dye know. you'll say it's silly. but |
had a conviction that with that coat
/ should say good-by to the nerve
I'd had since got into the bishops
carriage-and from there into society
/ let her take the hat. though. and
could see by the way she handled 1t
! that 1t was all right-the thing her
kind. you know oh. the girl / got II
from had good taste, all right
| closed my eyes for a moment as
| I lay there and she stood stroking my
| hair. She must have thought ia
fallen asleep for she txrned to the
bishop, and holding out her hand, she
said softly:
my dear. dear bishop, you are the
best hearted, the saintliest man on
earth. Because you are SO beautifully
clean-souled yourself, you must par
don me | am ashamed to say 1t. bat
/ shall have no rest till / do. When
saw you In the carriage downtown,
with that poor, demented child
thought, for just moment--oh. can
you forgive me? 1t shows what an
evil mind have. But you, who know
so well what Edward is, what my life
has been with him, viii see how much
reason | have to be suspicious of all
men"
shook, laughed so hard. What a
eorller her Edward must be! See
Tom, poor old Mrs Dowager up In the
4 square having the same devils luck
4 with her man as Molly Elliott down
in the alley has with hers | wonder
Ii you're all alike. No, for there's
The bishop. He had taken ner manu-
alphabetically, forgiyingly. but his
silence matte me curious. knew he
wouldn't let the old lady believe for
A moment | was luny, II once he could
be sure himself that wasn't You
lie, Tom Dorgan, he wouldn't! Welt
But the poor baby, how could he e8
pect to see through a game that hat
caught the dowager herself? Still,
could hear him walking softly TOWARD
me, and felt him looking keenly down
at me long before | opened my eyes.
When did, you should have seer
him jump. Guilty he felt. coul(
see the blood rush up under his clear
thin old skin. soft as baby's, to fnC
himself caught trying to spy out n.y.
secret.
just looked big eyed, up at him
You know; the way Moly's kid does
when he wakes. | looked long, Ions
time, as though was puzzled,
Daddy | said, slowly sitting up
"Youyou are my daddy amt yoa?"
"YesYes. Of course" 1t was The