The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1911-12-14

III the llame of the street and the
old lady's uame hadn't stuck in this
worthless Lead OF mine there would
have been the deuce to pay"
Seymour, after much inquiry. found
himself In an obscure street of the
Bronx. He stood still in dismay.
Which of that row OF tiny but well
kept cottages was the one In whica
Mrs. Brown lived? He walked the
length of the street hoping that his
memory would echo back the number
Of the house.
AS he came back once more, feel
Ing very much like peddler and dis
liking more each moment to make in
quiry, a girl stepped quickly from tho
smallest Of the houses.
Seymour watched her as he ap-
preached. She seemed to hesitate
about something and as she hesitated
Seymour recognized her She was the
girl who had looked so very wistfully
at him In the subway train. She was
more attractive than before In big
bingham apron and with cheeks flush
ed and hair hopelessly tossed about.
With tardy remembrance of his
manners Seymour turned his eyes
away from the alluring picture and
would have walked on.
Are you-looking for--Mrs. Blake?"
Seymour turned back. Surely she
had addressed her words to him
there was not another soul in sight.
Yes, ! am" he said, and raised his
hat. Wis
The girl opened the gate and Sey-
monr followed her. He fell strangely
happy and he knew not why. She
spoke again as they went into tiny
dining room.
Mrs Blake Is not able to get down
stairs today and | am cooking dinner
for her"
Seymour only looked at her-his
eyes alone questioned.
81 am all alone in New York." the
girl went on, land when you left your
basket in the train--I decided to de-
liver it-rather than have 1t lost
Something told me 1t was charity
basket"
Seymour wanted to say, "You are
an angel" Instead, he said, II was so
overjoyed to catch sight Of familiar
face-that forgot everything, too,
am alone in New York--and it's
mighty tough"
Celia Mead depressed her smile;
This big man was so forlorn and ap-
pealing, She thought moment and
Seymour watched delicate flush ap-
pear.
II have only met Mrs. Blake-but
she Is SO SWEET feel sure that she
would invite you to dinner-if you
care to risk my cooking"
So swift was the light in Seymour's
eyes that the color rushed into Cellas
cheeks.
do you suppose-could carry her
down--or something like that?" he
asked quickly. r.,
A sweet glad smile rewarded Sey-
mour. st3.~ Flti.. s
''If only you would" she exclaimed.
"She Is little and frail, but hardly
dared risk carrying her myself.
bought few flowers to add to your
generous basket and do SO want her
to see how Thanksgiving everything
looks on the table. II you will excuse
me for moment will run up and
tell her all about you and" .'
What are you going to tell herr"
Seymour could not help questioning
her. that my name is John Sey-
mour-"
"Yes-John Seymour" Laughter Celia
In a way that made the man feel that
he had known her always. and |
believe that l. can guess the rest--as
go up the stairs" %. o.,
Il have already guessed the res"
John Seymour said to himself. Celia
had taken the light from the room and
he sank into chair and waited for
that great light to return.
Her voice summoned him from the
head of the stairs. Mrs. Blake says
II will be the greatest OF all Thanks
givings--if we both spend 1t with her.
You may come up-Mr. John Sey-