The Cairo bulletin., 1907-04-08

Warrick knew lady who would lend
her a gown, and David Warrick lad
seen to II that great bunch OF roses
was handed from the orchestra to her,
which flowers must have cost him
more than he could afford Also in
the beginning, letters from home told
her Of many kindnesses---ho he had
lnursed her father In his last sickness;
how he had comforted her mother,
whose daughter was far away win
ming name.
She went rapidly along the street
There II was, shop In the lower
story Of the building as OF old. 1t had
been stationer's shop then; now 1t
was cheap millinery.
/ She reached for the waving plume
on her hat, and tore 1t off. This IN
her hand, she opened the door of the
millinery ship A thin, pale woman
was behind the counter.
"Ah, said the woman, the wind
has loosened your feather. Let me
have the hat; | will rearrange it in
the next room BE seated
But the customer continued to
stand opposite picture that hung on
| the wall back OF the counter. All the
present fell away from her--she was
face TO face with herself as she had
been. What did it mean? What did
| it mean?
Il have sewn it strongly"
| It was the woman OF the shop speak
ing; She held out the hat with the
plume waving in it.
All she said. you are admiring
that picture? 1t Is the portrait from
the theater fire 1t is Miss Cornell.
now the celebrated prima donna. That
is how the gentleman here was in
jnred He saved the picture. but his
eyes were terribly hurt The doctor
now hopes that he will see again He
lived in this house when Miss Cornell
was his fellow-lodger He lives here
still-he has the room they say was
Miss Cornells. Oh, you have dropped
your hat. will pin it on for you, il
is so difficult to put on a hat when
you have on a tight dress. Yes the
woman was going on, he lives here
still-he has been organist at Saint
Gudulph's for years. He is there now
for the first time since his accident
My niece took him. he has to be led.
beg your pardon" for her customer
had started for the door, "but | shall
have to charge you trihe for sewing
In the feather"
The customer may have placed
some money on the counter, but she
was not sure She gained the street,
and hurried on.
She sped along, looking neither to
the right of her nor to the left. And
so she came upon the oldfashioned
church. She knew the little door that
led to the choir. She opened il, and
got to the narrow winding stairs that
crept up to the organ-loft. Her hand
clenched, and she felt in it the letter
she had intended to post on her way.
She mounted the stairs. When she
was near the top of them she paused.
hearing two voices-a mans and q
woman's. The woman's voice was
young and passionate.
III love is as you say it is" said
that voice, how is it that you never
awaited yourself OF it? No, no, | do |
not mean that. But | will do as you
say; l will let alone All this foolish |
ness Of the world calling for me that |
] may be great as a woman. ! am |
loved by good man, and | will marry |
him"
And now, said the voice of the |
man, Il viii tell you why / never |
awaited myself of what you say
love- He hesitated moment before
going on; then he spoke. Il cared |
deeply for some one when ! was
young. But the world called her. 1t
was right that she should go-but T.
All. If you love this man, and you feel
assured that he loves you, think twice
before you let him so out of your life
And be sure of yourself. be sure of
YOURSELF if love is greater than am
bition--"
1T is" cried the girls voice 1T is
! will so to him now, this minute If
the world has any praise for me. we
will bear it together | will come back
for you IN little while"
The woman on the stairs was jos.
tied as the girl came down--a pretty
girl with bright eyes But the girl
paid little attention TO her, running
lightly down the stairs. The older
woman looked after her How long
she stood there she did not know
Suddenly a thin strain of music swept
down to her.
Such weary days | waited and
longed-'
And then she saw him-sureiy not
the stopped figure at the organ, the
eyes bandaged. the fingers moving
over the organ keys, but
4 man glorious in hopeful youth-as
he had been years ago.
David"
His hands fell from the keys. He
rose. crying out, Whose voice was
hiatt"
she wrenched in pieces the crumpledl
letter in her hand; she fell before
him.