The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1910-01-13
HAPPY BACHELOR HE
HAD GOT ALONG WITHOUT IN.
SEPARATION OF ARAMiNTA
Ambitious Girl Sent Him Cut Into the
World to Make Fame and For.
tune, and He Had Never
Returned.

The big man in the blue Aanuol suit
and with the expressionless face, and
the pale but evidently well fed man
with the faraway look in his eyes
came in in together. The big man in
blue placed a chair in one corner fer
the rale man and sat down beside him
irf another, says dispatch from Gosh
en-, n, Y, to the New York Sun. The
pale man regarded his companion a
moment with his facaway gaze and
then said:
"A comfortable and contentei bache.
lor /; and | say to myself now. as
have said any time these years rast,
Luck to you, Braxton Bump Old bow
and may you ever be the same! Self
ish? Oh. ! don't know! Not when
You cone to think about it,"
The man in the blue suit nodded
and said he guessed maybe that
was so.
"So?" said the other. so? Oh,
yes! So, To be sure 1t is! I am de-
lighted to meet you again, Araminta,
said l. oh. thank you, Mr.. Bump"
said she. Mr.. Bump. Ha. saw then
that she did not seem altogether
pleased. She was poor So was |.
had thought this ought to serve to
make things about equal between us.
and told her right there and then
that loved her and asked her TO be
mine.
Il am young said she, and just
from school. ! haven't forgotten what
| wrote as yaledictorian of our class,
I'VE must act now to make our i'm
press on the future and have the flu
opportunity. If we falter now the sui
len sound of the dark waters of fate
will be in our ears forever, rushing us
whithersoever they will, and we help
wrote. she said so you see, Brax-
ton, Aha, Braxton, so you see, Brax.
ton, how full of feeling | am in the
matter do not say that | do not
love you, but my husband must be a
man who has made name and fame !;
n man who can elevate me, and whom
] can lift even higher by the force of
my overpowering ambition and in
tense yearning and striving after the
barely attatnable viii You win name
and fame, Braxton?
For you, dear, win*' said l."
The man with faraway look paused
and turned 1t on the man In the blue
outfit as if wondering where he had
seen him before The man in blue
nodded again and said:
THAT was fine.
The pale man seemed to think 1t
over a while, and then said:
Oh. yes, for you, dear one, l will!
As | left the old village that memoir
able day the sallow young fellow who
owned the little grocery on the corner
was getting ready for the days bust
ness.
What dreary, hopeless prospect
In life is his ! mused. So many cab
bages or potatoes, so many pounds Of
sugar, coffee, tea, fish, dealt out day
after day. Sleep, eat, awaken. Moth
ing to round out future such as mine
is to be. No rich, incompatible prize
to be won. Poor grocer! Happy, hap
by |. And row"
The man with the faraway looE
rubbed his hands together between
his knees gleefully, chuckled and said:
Comfortable and contented bache
Ior / and say to myself now as I've
said-and that poor, poor grocer, Tive
years. Money had come to me at last
and fame, Long and eagerly I had
sought them. Then that stroke Of
genius-that work of mine, Either
Something Somewhere, Sometime, OIL
What brought both The senseless
many said, What does it mean?' The
intellectual few exclaimed: 1t is o.
the problem predetermined 1t is {
daring of the most unacountable Of
the unaccountab.e. 1t is a challenge
to the Whosoeve-, the Whatsoever
the Whatsoever. 1t Is anything. ev
crything, nothing. 1t is genius. 1t il