The Cairo bulletin., 1907-02-04

turning hot and cold: I must he 20
lng us getting late he hears hi
own voice continuing, dry and indis
tihct: Goodbye; you must come apt
see me. I'm at tho same place
change. Should like TO ask you home
but were only modest folk; ant
dun, fear TT times. lie selzes the
others hand. shakes it--and Tears
himself away"
Again brief pause you ma,
'h'hh that ! am becoming PROXY. as
We'll as sentimental IN my old age
reggie, Kitty remarked. Bat, some
times one likes 10 think quietly Of the
past, 1t helps one to be honest
and"
Tolerant"
Il was going to say--humble," con.
iessed her ladyship Wen. my Man
reaches home, and lets himself in with
his Key, In small, neat front room
! SITS a small, neat woman; with the
dearest, truest face in the world. She
is knitting quietly; and turns her head
with some quick, bright word Of well
come on her lips. One sees"
Kitty held up little hand, as If to
shield herself from the blaze OF our
hre One sees, she added, gently,
that the small, neat woman--is
blind"
why do You talk OF it, Kit?" asked
!, softly. IL hurts YOU; ana there Il
no need. One should reread only the
pleasant pages in Lies book" N
IL helps me to, be honest, persist
ed Kitty, slowly There are moments
when one so nearly forgets
My Man asks abruptly for his son;
and learns that he has not yet come
In This house is almost an hotel.
says the father. ,gruffly and little
unfairly. "A shabby one--but it serves
for him to sleep in, and eat in He
draws his chair TO the fire and sits
there modify; whilst his wife, putting
away her knitting, noiselessly busie
herself getting the supper. The door
opens, and the mother smiles as she
hears her daughter enter. Such Il
queer little girl. Reggie with a pig
TAIL of monse-colored hair! She gances
shrewdly towards her father, and notes
the tired, pinched features; the scars
OF the many wounds that Time has
dealt upon gallant, ii rather impa-
tient tighter She crosses to him, and
coming behind his chair
Il can see you, Kit" interrupted.
And pig-tail and all l don't find it
strange that | should so dearly love
you
Hush! | ought not to remember
these things, aloud. But you, Reggie.
are somehow different from all the
folk | meet. Please don't mistake my
meaning. | get into a way OF speak
ing very intimately with you, ami
afraid"
You make me very proud, Kit"
Proper pride, let me believe" an
nounced Kitty, deciding for us both
But newspaper is ready and we all
'it down. Wen, halfway through sup
per, there sounds a knock at the door.
The son presently comes into the
DOM He takes the mother back to
Ter chair-she had gone to the door
o meet him-and he stoops to kiss
hat dearest face. Sorry to be late.
)ad,' says he, wee bit nervously.
3nt | got kept at the Office An old
hum OF the guy 'nor's turned up, Just
S | was leaving He waits to see
the frowns will reappear ere tell.
1g us the rest of marvellous tale.
The clouds have lifted. in
eed! The boy had stayed late to
BOD purpose. He had been summoned
} the guv'nor's room SO soon as the
I'D chum had left it. Had been Of
cred a grand post a tremendous lift
p. But-abroad."
Kitty turned toward me. "You GYM
8 will say that that's the way of
lings,' she declared roundly, as if on
pr defense. It's not true Perhaps,
'metimes the good is hidden away
ke the kernel in a nut--and we have
crack a hard shell to get IL out.
s there Reggie. though
)u Will have guessed that my faith.
s 'schoolmate' and Mr. TysOns old
I'LL 'NAN pi4N anu INT SdIllt ne
d gone straight TO Tyson's. and
lilst my brother was fidgeting at his
SIX, the two men had been discuss
matters, weighty enough for us
F., in the end. She smiled whim-
ally, at another thought, which must
We arisen then.
My father grew younger and young.
as we all talked OF Philips future;
assured, SO dazzling in its many
satellites. 1t was good Of old
aver; IL was splendid of him.. cried
father, in his best and biggest
ce, He wanted to help me. could
it. And | resented It, too, sir.
love, he has stolen a march on me.
ever should have credited any man
h having such fine Instincts Our
.nds, mother, eh? Tonight, as
) coming along. | was nearly for
ting-oh, a host of things
q, save us, woman. what's there To-
about? Aren't you glad. mothe..
le? For our boys sake-isn't Il
ing for JOY you are?'
itty faltered on these last words
hid her face from me But / knew
rest of the story-how Philip had
2 vahantly forth; how blind eyes
wept uncomplainingly and nm.
SHY. What blessed women there.
in this world ! do not find IL ~