The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-05-29
5clert GturD.
From llarpers' Mag zine
NANCY BLYNN'S LOVERS,


William Tansley, familiarly called Tip,
having finished his afternoons work i'll
Judge Boxton's garden, MIXED the cows,
and given the calves and pigs their sup
per-not forgetting to make sure of his
own-stole out of the house with his
Sunday jacket, and the secret intention
of going ga sparkling" Tips manner
of setting about This delicate business
was characteristic of his native shrewd-
ness. He usually went we'll provided
with gifts and on the present occasion,
before quitting the Judges premises, nc
60 drew upon " u certain barrel in the
barn, which was his bank, where he had
made, during the day, frequent deposits
of green corn, of the dimnutive species
called tucket-smugglcd in from the gar
den, and designed for roasting and eating
with the widow Blynn's pretty daughter.
Stelthily, in the dusk, stopping now
and then to listen, Tip brought out the
little milky ears from beneath the straw,
crammed his pockets with them, and
packed full the crown of his old straw
hat; then, with the sides of his jacket
distended, his trowsers bulged, and
topping weight on his head, lie pcepcd
cautiously from the door to see that the
way was clear for an escape to the Or
chard, and thence, " cross lots," to the
widow Blynn's house.
Tip was creeping furtively behind the
wall, STOPPING with one hand steadying
his hat, and the other his pockets, when
a voice called his name.
1t was the voice of Cephas Box ton.-
Now if there was a person i'll the world
whom Tip feared and hated, it was "that
Ccphe," and this fer many reasons, the
chief of which was that the Judges son
did, upon occasions, tirt with Miss
Nancy Blynn, who, sharing the popular
prejudice in favor of fine clothes and
riches, preferred, apparently, single
passing glance from Cephas to all Tips
gifts and attentions.
Tip dropped down behind the wall.
"Tip Tanslcy" again called the
hated voice. But the proprietor of that
euphonious name not choosing to answer
to it, remained quiet, one hand still sup
porting his hat, the other his pocket,
while young Boxton, to whom glimpses
of the aforesaid hat, appearing over the
edge of the wall, had previously been
visible, stepped quickly and noiselessly
to the spot. Tip crouched, with his I'M
conscious eyes in the grass; Cephas
watched him spontaneously, leaning
over the wall.
"lf it isn't Tip, what is it !" And
Cephas struck one side of the distended
Jacket with his cane. An ear of corn
dropped out. He struck the other side,
and out dropped another ear. A couple
of smart blows across the back succeed
ed, followed by more corn, and at the
same time Tip, getting up, and endeav-
oring to protect his pocket, let go his
hat, which fell off, spilling its contents
in the grass.
"Did you call p gasped the panic
stricken Tip.
The rivals stood with the wall between
taem-as ludicrous contrast, dare
assert. as ever two lovers of one woman
presented.
Tip, abashed and afraid, brushed the
hair out of bis eyes, and made an unsuc-
>cessful attempt to look the handsome
and smiling Cephas in the face.
"Do you pretend you did not hear.
with all these ears 2" said the Judges
son.
ell was huntin' for shoe-string,'
murmured Tip, casting dismayed glances
along the ground. ~ lost one here
sonl'ers."
"Tip," said Cephas, putting his cane
under Master Tansley's chin to assist
him in holding up his head, ss look me il
the eye, and tell me-what is the differ
cnce 'twixt you and that corn %
"I don't know-what :" And liberatins
his chin, Tip dropped his head again,
and began kicking in the grass in search
of the imaginary shoe-string.
.".That is lying on the ground, ant
you are lying-on your feet,' sale
,Cephas.
Tip replied that he was going to tn,
woods for bean-poles, and that he tool
the corn to feed the cattle in the " bacl
pastur," cause they hooked"
81 wish you were as innocent OF hook
ang as the cattle are !" said the incred
ulous Cephas. " Go and put the saddl
on Pericles."
Tip proceeded in a straight line to tn
stable, his pockets dropping corn by tn
way, while Cephas, laughing quietly
walked up and down under the trees.
{" Hoss IS ready" muttcred Tip, frol
the barn door.
Instead Of leading Pcriclcs out, b