The Cairo bulletin., 1906-05-23


est recollections and she Remembered
/ the things he would do to get an ex
/ ira dime from hapless traveller. 81
! she took ner time to diclier with Bill
| letting the travelling men in the bus
work off their bile as best they could
| Finally, having beaten Bill down tt
| the lowest price he ever had been
| known to taEe~~the lowest price any
man could haul person for at the
Corners, and hold up his head, she got
into the vehicle with great slee, AT
ready her depression had dropped from
hef and the quick blood of youth
bounded again in her veins.
As she alghted from the bus she
paralyzed Bill by dropping a dollar in
his griz2led paw and declining TO take
the change he reluctantly counted out
for her
Then she tripped into the old tav.
ern and was assigned TO her great,
bafn-Iike room from which she
emerged almost Immediately and took
walk across the old fields filed with
so many beautiful memories, ana
away down by the creek where her
hapniest moments had been spent
where she had won the one true love
Of her life-and lost him. 1t was a
delightful and melancholy afternoon
Somehow his presence ha,i seemed to
be actually beside her and all the ten.
der moments OF the old courtship had
required over and over again as she
passed the spots where they had
taken place. Once or twice she h.a
turned and spoken to him as though
he actually were beside her.
Arriving at back at tho tavern she
threw off her shawl and resolved to go
into the old parlor from which there
was a perfect view OF the winding
river. The landlady was busy so she
went along by herself. knowing the
way full well-ihdeed how many
dances she had attended at the old
tavern and in that identical parlor.
She was surprised to find the door
never had seen it closed
before Opening the door she stepped
IN aud nearly ran directly into
casket standing in the middle Of the
room. She recoiled with cry--but
not before she had caught sight Of the
face beneath the glass.
Merciful Heaven, ii was His face
the face of Duncan Mitchell the old
sweetheart she had won and lost But,
oh,. how old and careworn and sad
and the locks on the temples, how
gray and thin. Involuntarily she went
Town on her knees beside the casket
She touched the glass above the face.
It moved. She slid 1t to clear open
and leaning forward pressed her lips |
lpon those of the lffeless clay.
Presently in came good Mrs Bling. |
IAN, the hostess, and all full of con. |
rition that her aristocratic guest |
should have run into such a chamber |
If horrors. No, the guest was not at .
III offended or alarmed-only curious, |
Who was the man in the coffin in
public house? Had he no friends?
low came him here?
All, the story is short. He formerly
lad lived here but had gone away
many years ago and his people had all
lied since. He had been a member
f the Life Saving service on the
reat lakes and had met his death in
heroic effort to save the lives OF
theirs. lie had ample funds for burial
ut left the request that he be buried
n the old town where ] felt the only
oy | ever knew" as the paper found
pom him said.
"A,al there a romance" whispered !
lrs. Bingham, coming close to he;
uest and purring. The paper reads
And II there should be one who gave
ne the one glimpse of Heaven ! eve
adj and then shut ii from me-shoult |
his one know OF my death, | want hei
} know that thesgirl she saw me witt
! the old orchard on that terrible J
une night. and whose presence anG
hose kisses | could not explain, wa
~ sister. Had | explained il would
ave ruincd my sisters life and that
UtI l4GSBGuN. As IL was IL AUiNtE |
line land possibly Margaret's. But {
was bound in hoaor-and afterward.
Targaret would not let me explain
want her to know, however. that NJ
her womans lips have touched min
nd that die with her name on my 9
ps and in my heart Amt it just !
lie a story?"
Was it a moan the landlady heard
be turned quickly, but the patrieian .
&c OF the guest made no sign.
When they buried him the cofiu
as literally swamped with roses
here they came from nobody knew u
.eept that they came by express ana =
ire the mark of great florist.
Did you enjoy yourself at the Old !
vern, my dear?" bantered Mr.. Man Il
IA Few days later when his aristo :
attic wife appeared at the breakfast :
bic.
"Hileriously," replied Mrs. Manson. [ =
The Secretary's Hat.