The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-10-06

At length, Frank, losing all patience
exclaimed f.:
"Well friend Woodvllce, have you
decided yet upon the precise hue of cous-
in Dura's eyes! if you have, with your
permission we will proceed on our jour-
ncy."
Walter awoke from his trance with
start, and then followed deal of laugh
ter and blushng, and we were very
merry party indeed,
AT length, at bora's request, We land
cd about four or five miles from home,
and after tying the boat to a tree that
grew upon the bank, we wandered off
into the woods in search of flowers and
berries.
Oh. it was glorious morning, and
the trees were so gay with their gold and
scarlet leaves, the birds sang so ioyfully,
and the sunlight fell in such pretty,
dancing showers through the bright fol-
iage over our heads, that our full hearts
swelled in love and gratitude towards the
kind Oliver of ALI these beautiful things.
Dora was dancing about perfectly wild
with glcc, and then Walter Woodville's
dreamy eyes sparklcd with kindred en-
thusiasn,, as he watched the sweet girl
fitting about among the trees her bright
curls glittering in the sunlight, and her
dimplcd checks glowing in health and
beauty.
But then she was wilful and coquett-
iSh as the sunlight that danced upon her
brow, and it was saucy in her to turn
from him 50 coldly, when he merely Of
fered to tie her slippers, and protler the
dainty little foot to Frank Haywood.
1T was very saucy and provoking III
decd, and no wonder at all that Walters
proud lip should curl, and he should cast
such Il look upon the little coquette as
he turned away, as to bring the flush to
his check, and the tear to her eye, and
she actually felt half sorry and ashamed
to have treated him so.
But she met Frank 1Icywood's eyes,
and she crushed IL whole shower of bright
crystals back to their fountain, and
smiled and thanked him so prcttily, that
Frank was in ccstacics with Dora and
himself.
"Bcsides," thought the little lady,
"what right had Walter Woodvjllc to
cast such a look upon her, as if she were
naughty child! 1t was very impcrti-
ncnt indeed and not to be endured; but
she would punish him, that she would"
And then followed II long, confdc ntial
confabulation with Frank, which ended
by her bounding away ill search of the
truant clergyman.
Little witch! how quickly she recall
ed a smile to his pale face, when she
asked him in her own sweet, winning
way, to look with her for wild flowers,
while Nellie and Frank went to gather
shells by the beach.
No doubt the search for Wild flowers pro-
we'd very unsuccessful, for it was but tiny
bunch She held in her hand when we return
I'll small, but beautiful, and we were very
sure that no one but Walter could have
placed that tiny bud so daintily among the
leaves and Frank kept casting very savage
glanceS as the pretty little boquct, Us though
he thought no one hada right to give Dora
flowers but limsclf--saucy fellow.
do not think she cared much for them.
though, for when we were all costly seated in
the boat 10 return. she exclaimed quickly.
There, Mr., Woodvlle, | have left my
flowers! !"
And accompanied her words with sucha
cacNnely appealing look, that llc started up
eagerly, CXclaiming.
Il will 90 and seek them y
Dora watched him till he was lost among
the trees then touching Frank, the boat began
to glide swiftly away from the shore.
Now, Nellie. darling, not "a word she en-
claimed laughinsly, as she met my glance Of
astonishmcnt.
i. o.. / get old Ike Crawford's boat, and
be home almost as soon as We; besides, he
deserves it. didn't he, Frank!'
Frank nodded in great glee, and piled the
oars vigorously, and in little while we
were safely seated in the vine-covercd bal
cony of Dora S home.
And very merry and laughing was Dora
at first, though at times shade would steal
over her eye, and down to the corners Of her
llttlc rosy mouth, as though she were asham-
cd of her own naughty doings.
But as hour after hour rolled away, the
shade grew deeper, and she sazed with anx-
ious carnestncss far away upon the waters
of the lake. AT length we described weary
folm vending his way slowly along the beach
his head uncovered, and wiplng the nois.
turc from his brow. Nearer, nearer he came
and opened the garden gate, wearing such
gricvcd wounded expression within his dark
eyes, but bearing the flowers, still fresh and
beautiful, in his hand.
Dora dartcd down into the garden, and
Selling both his hands, exclaimed trcmulous-
ly.
ooh, Mr.. Woodvlle dear Waltcr-indecd
indeed did not known that you would have
to walk so far and poor Dora burst into
tears.
The young man stood and gazcd at her for
moment in sileut establishment that Dora
should cry, and for hrm-"dear Walter, ?" too !,
why, he forgot that he was tired end weary
but pressing the little hand which he held to
his lips, he turned away. Perhaps he did not
dare to speak with those dear little fingers
throbbing in his own; and methought saw
something bright and glittering upon Dora S
hand, as he pressed it to his lips-a dew drop
from the flowers perhaps.
Poor Dora How cruel and wicked she
felt herself that day, and how she laid her
dear little head upon my shoulder. and whis-
percd that she knew she had been very naughty
| indeed, and that she should never forgive her.
sclf--ncrcrr' and then sobbed and cried as if
her heart would break.
Dora did not see a pale handsome face look
ing down upon her, from the window of the