The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-02-01

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"Well, | declare" returned Mrs. jen-
klns, 'you are the most nervous, impa-
tient man | ever saw Now do cat your
breakfast. There is plenty of time"
But Mr.. jenkins arose and walked the
floor OF the dining room until his wife
had concluded her morning meal.
AT half past eight the carriage was to
be at the door. The trunks were strap
ped, and Mr. Jenkins ready for the re-
moyal, some time before that period and
to Mrs. Jenkins credit be it spoken, she
was ready to the minute.
"That man ought to be here" said
Mr.. Jenkins, as the hand of his gold le-
verapproached the figure four. 81 don't
like this putting off things to the last
momcnt.'
And he went to the door and stood
for some time, looking down the street
But no carriage appeared in sight. Then
he returned into the house, and walked
the parlor floor for a minute and half
at the end Of which time he drew forth
his watch for another consultation. Five
minutes more and it would be halEpast
eight o'clock.
off he should dsap1 ONT mel" said
Mr.. Jenkins, nervousIy.
ooh, he'll be here" returned Mrs
jenkins, with much composure. Don't
! be uneasy"
"But | am uneasy. Pm almost certain
the man will disappoint us. wish I'd
taken his number"
"What good would that have done -
asked Mrs. Jenkins, calmly.
"Pd have him before the Mayor"
Mr.. Jenkins went TO the door again,
and gazcd anxiously down the street.
No carriage was in sight.
"Half-p past eight" he calculated COM
ing into the parlor where Mrs. jenkins
sat all ready for departure. "Hhat is
to be done !"
Don't feel uneasy. am certain he
will be here" said Mrs. Jenkins. "He
can drive down easily in a quarter of an
hour. So there is plenty oftime to spare
"No there isn't plenty of time to spare.
Besides, told him to be here by half
past eight, and not minnie later"
Five, ten, fifteen minutes went steal
ing by, and yet no carriage appeared.
The reader may imagine the state of
state of mind into which Mr.. jenkins
was thrown.
But a quarter of an hour remained
ere the steamboat would leave the
wharf. Fortunately, for Mr.. Jenkins, a
porter came by just at this juncture,
with his empty wheelbarrow.
"Here, good fellow p cried Jenkins,
care you engaged ~
| "No sir,' was answered.
"Ihcn come in quickly and get my
trunks. The carriage has disappointed
me, and must be at the New York boat
by nine o'clock.
The porter obeyed with alacrity. In
few minutes he was on his way, with
the trunks, towards W alnut street wharf,
and Mr.. and Mrs. jenkins, the former
with carpet-bag in hand, hnrrying after
him.-But, the steps of Mrs. jenkins
We're far too deliberate for those of her
excited husband.
"lndeed you must move quicker, or
we will be too Late" he said at every
half square.
Great was the speed at which they
swept along the street.
"Just four minutes left,' said Mr..
Jenkins, as they passed the Exchange.
At length they reached the foot of
Walnut street.
"Has the boat gone yet 2" breathless-
| lv inquired Mr.. Jenkins of a colorCd
porter.
80 no." was replied, with broad
smile on Ethiop's face.
At this moment the eyes of MIR. Jen-
kins rested upon the upper works of the
steamboat which were in motion.
"She's of'r' he calculated. ''Quick!
quick" And he sprung several PAGES
in advance of his wife, running down
the avenue to the dock from which the
boat had moved.
"Stop! stop moment!" he cried to
the Captain, who was on the upper deck.
"Stop! Hold up! just a moment!'
But the boat was loosened from her
fastcnings, and quietly moved down the
stream. On her way she kept, steadily
as ifno Mr.. jenkins stood calling out
and gesticulating on the shore.
"Too bad too bad Pll have that fell
low fined for disappointing me-"
at is too bad" said Mrs. Jenkins,
painting from over exertion, 'to be dis
appointed after all this !"
"rhe boats coming back again" said
a man who stood near.
"Coming back again !"
90 yes. She's merely heading
round. 1t isn't time for her to start by
an hour"
"But it's nine o'clock" said Mr.. Jen-
kins, drawing out his watch.
80 no, sir: only eight"
"Eight!"
MIR. jenkins stood with a bcwildered