The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1914-04-16

a smart smack on the crupper with
his stubby whip. and pursed his lips
for the companonship to be derived
from whistling.
Il suppose you know why ! went to
Europe" said Booth, laying his hand
aifectlonately on the mans arm.
Sure | do said Pat, forgetting to
whistle And was it bad luck you
had, sor?"
"A temporary case of 1t, I'm afraid"
We'll" said the Irishman. looking
up at his employer with the most pro-
found encouragement in his wink, ''if
it's amy help to you, sor, I'll say that
I've never found bad luck to be any
thing but temporary. And. believe me,
I've had plnty of it, Mary was dom
near three years maxim up her mind
to say yis to me-
And since then you've had no bad
! luck?" said Booth. with a smile.
"Plinty of it, hegob, but I've had
come ono besides meself to blame for
| IT, There's a lot in that, Mr. Bran
'
| divides his luck into two parts, good
and bad, and If he's like most men he
puts the bulk av the bad luck on his
wife and kapes to himself all he can
av the good for a rainy day, That's
what makes him a strong man and
able to meet trouble when it comes.
The beauty av the arrangement is that
bad luck is only temporary and wom-
an enjoys talking about it, while good
luck is wild US nine-tenths of the time,
whether we know 1t or not, and we
don't have to talk about it."
This was fine philosophy, but Booth
discerned the underlying motive.
Have you been quarreling?"
II have not" said Pat wrathfully.
But | won't say as much for Mary.
The point av me argument is that I
have all the good luck in havin' mar
ried her, and she claims to have had
all the bad luck In marryin' me. Still,
| rs | said before, It's but temporary.
| The good luck lasts and the bad don't.
| She'll be after tellin me so before
| sundown That's like all women.
| You'll find 1t out for yourself wan o.
| these days, Mr.. Brandon, and ven be
| dom proud we're man and can enjoy
| your good luck when We get it. The
! bad iuck's always fallin' behind We,
and We can always look forward to the
! good luck. So don't be downhearted.
| She'll take you, or me names not
| what it ought to be"
Booth was inclined to accept this
! unique discourse as a fair.weather
| sign.
Take these bags upstairs, Pat
said he on their arrival at the cottage,
and then come down and drive me
over to Mrs. Wrandalls.'
"Will We be after stayin' for lunch
| with her, Mr.. Brandon?" inquired Pat,
| climbing over the wheel.
q cant answer that question now"
'Hiven help both av us il Mary's
| good luncheon goes TO waste" said Pat
| ominously. That's all | have to say.
She'll take it out av both ay us"
Tell her III be here for lunch"
Gaid Booth, with alacrity. From which
II may be perceived that master and
man were of one mind when it came
to considering the importance Of Mary.
Pat studied his watch for a moment
with q calculating eye.
It's half-past eliven now, sor.n he
announced. Dye think We can make
it,"
Booth reflected. II think not" he
| said IN have luncheon first" Where
upon he leaped from the trap and went
IN to tell Mary how happy he was to
be where he could enjoy home cook.
ing.
At four he was delivered at Sars's
door by the astute Patrick. announced
by the sedate Watson and interrosated
by the intelligent Murray. who seemed
surprised to hear that he would not
have anything cool to drink. Sara
sent word that she would be down in
fifteen minutes. but. as a matter of
fact. appeared in less than three.
She came directly TO the point.
| Well she said. with her mysteri.
Gus smile, she sent you back to me.
see" He was still clasping her hand.
Have you heard from herr" he
asked quickly.
mo. But ! knew just what would
Il Il II saaa. s