The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-03-04
Original 5torp.
Written for The Cecil Wing.
COUSIN Bells STORIES; No. 2
MAGGIE MARTIN.
BY MAUDE.

Dinner was over. AS we re entered our
room Tsad:
Now, Bel for another story. ! used to
thin', that book or magazine story did very
well to while away a dali day; but they are
trash, the best of them, compared to real
true story, falling from the lips Of an eye wit
ness. Who comes next z" and began to turn
over sundry packages.
"TLcrc. hand me that package which you
have just taken up, Maude These are The
letters of cousin Maggie Martin. DO you re-
member, while we were walking last evening,
observing Il white Cottage, somewhat dingy
with age, standing back in the fields, just
after we crossed the old bridge z"
"Ycs, yes, remember; it had porch in
front and great deal Of lcadcss shrubbcry
about it."
THAT was it. A beautiful place it is in
summer time, but not half so beautiful as it
used to be years ago, when Uncle Horace was
living and before the girls went away. Uncle
Horace was Maggie's father and that was her
home. There were only two children; Maggie,
and Martha, ten years her senior. Their
mother died when Maggie was but five, and
the care other, as well as that of the household
fill upon Martha, and well did she discharge
her duties. While Aunt Martha lived she
supcrlntended the education of her daughter,
being herself an accomplished scholar At her
| npsa a., hi
Of sending her away to finish her education,
and, in truth, she had already acquired far
more than most young ladies when they
graduate at our fashionable Summaries Be-
sides, if Martha went away, what was to be-
come of little Maggie who was to care for
her? Therefore it was settled that Martha
should finish Ecr education in experimenting
that Of Maggie and taking care of their home.
Thus, Maggie grew up, the pct of her father
and tie idol Of sister in whom she found
mother, sister, friend and instruction.
And well did she repay her sisters care, and
beautiful to behold, was the love which united
them, as Maggie grew to womanhood. Martha
was not content unless Maggie was ever beside
Eer Mageic's bright smile was her sun
shine, and Maggie's sweet voice the only
music she seemed to care for. And Maggie;
she seemed never to have thought or wish
Independent Of sister Martha. She sought her
advice and counsel in everything.
Maggie had just entered her sixteenth year,
when James Dartmore, clergylnen from New
York, came'upon a visit to old Deacon Simp-
son. Mr.. Dartmore was nephew to the
Dcacons first wife. As sometimes happens,
week-(that was the time to which he had
limited his visit, )-lengthcn into two, three,
four, even six weeks, and when the Rev. Mr.
Dartmorc returned to the city and his labors,
1t was in greatly improved state Of health:
and no wonder, as the affianced husband of
cousin Martha, mcthinks he could afford TO be
well They were to be married in year.
The year sped quickly away--and he CAME
for his bride. 1t was during the vacation in
- Seminary and | was at home. The
evening before the wedding | went over to re-
main all night, for they were to be married at
an early hour the next morning. just at sun
set we put on our bonnets and walked down
to the old bridge. 1t may not strike others