The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-06-05

don't Nancy don't, l beg and be-
seech."
She saw plainly by the convulslvc
movement of the girls bosom and the
quivering of her lip that some passionate
demons tration was threatened. Zip
meanwhile had advanced his chair still
nearer, comforting his neck ana looking
up with lccring malice until his nose al
most touched her check.
What do We think now of Cephc
Boxton % he asked, tauntingly :" hey!'
A singing blow upon the car reward
ed his impcrtincncc, and he rccoilcd with
such sudden impetuosity that his chair
went over and threw him sprawling upon
the floor.
"Gosh all hemlock 20 he muttcred,
scrambling to his feet, rubbing first his
elbow, then his ear. "What's that fur,
I'd like to know-knockin' Teller
down"
"What do l think OF Ccphas Boxton -
cried Nancy. 81 think the same did
beforc-why shouldn't |! Your SANDER
is no SANDER. Now sit down and behave
yourself and don't put your face 50 near
mine, if you don't want your ears box
ed !"
"Why Nancy, how could you groancd
the widow.
Nancy made no reply, but resumed her
work very much as if nothing had hap
pcned.
"IIurt you much, William9"
"Not much only it made my elbow
sing like all Jercwsalcm! Never mind :
she'll find out. Where's my hat ~
You amt going, be ye!" said Mrs
Blynn, with an air Of solicitude.
/" guess amt wanted herc,' NUM-
bled Tip, pulling his hat over his ears.
He struck the slate, scattering the fox
and geese, and demolished he house of
green corn. You can keep that !;
| don't want it. Good night, Miss
Blynn."
Tip placed peculiar emphasis upon
the name, and fumbled good while with
the latch, expecting Nancy would say
something but she maintained cool
and digniied silence: and as nobody
urged him to stay, lie reluctantly depart
ed, his heart full ofihjury, and his hopes
collapsed like his pockets.
For some minutes Nancy continued
to sew intent and fast, her flushed face
bowed over the seam; then suddenly her
eyes famed, her fingers forgot their cum
ming, the needle shot blindly hithcr and
thithcr, the q"ickly-drawn thread snap
ped i'll twain.
" Nancy! Nancy! don't :" pleaded
Mrs. Blynn; 81 beg of We, now don't"
Oh MOTHER" burst forth the young
girl, with sobS, 81 am so unhappy
What did l strike poor Tip for! lie
did not know any better. am always
doing something 30 wrong. lie could
not have made up the story. Ccphas
would have come here o-night-I know
he would :"
" Poor child! poor child !" said Mrs
Blynn. Why couldn't you hear to
HE ? always told you to be careful
and not like Cephas too well. But
maybe Tip didn't understand. May
Cephas will come tomorrow, and then
all will be explained"
"Ccphas is true, know-I know"
wcpt Nancy, "but his father
The morrow came and passed, and no
Cephas. The next day was Sunday,
and Nancy went to church, not with an
undivided heart, but with human love,
and hope, and grief mingling strangely
with her prayers. She knew Cephas
would be there, and felt that glance of
his eye would tell her all. But-for
the first time in many months it happen-
ed-they sat in the same house of wor-
ship, she with her mother in their hum
bic corner, he in the judges conspicuous
pew, and no word or look passed between
them She went home, still to wait !;
tortured with the wasting anguish known
only to those who love and doubt. Day
after day of lcadcn loneliness, night after
night Of watching and despair, succeed
ed, and still no Cephas. Tip also had
discontinued his visits. Mrs. Blynn
saw Il slow certain change come over her
child her joyous laugh rangno more !;
neither were her tears often seen or
heard but she seemed disciplining her
self to bear with patience and serenity
the desolatencss of her lot.
One evening it was stormy, and Nam
cy and her mother were together in the
plain, tidy kitchen, both sewing and both
silent gusts and rain lashing the win
dows, and the cat purring in chair.
Nancy's heart was more quiet than
usual for albeit expectation was not
quite extinct, no visitor surely could be
looked for on such night. But is it
not true that the spirit loves surprise :;
and that, when least expected, grace
arrives ? This truth applies alike to the
seeming trifes of life and to matters of
the greatest moment and it was made
manifest to Nancy that night first
when, amidst the sounds of the storm
she heard footsteps and knock at the
door. She need not have started and
changed olor 50 unanimously, loScvcr,
for the visitor was only Tip.
"Good evenin ," said young Master
Tansley, stamping, pulling off his drip
ping hat and shaking it. "Pd no idoe
it rained so! was goin' by, and
thought I'd stop in. We mad, Nancy :"
and he peered at the young girl from
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