The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-05-29

make good enough wife for some such
fellow as Zip, no doubt; but | thought
a son of mine would ha' looked higher.
Think Of you and Tip after the same
girl. Come, if you've any pride about
you, you'll pull the saddle off the colt
and stay at home
Although the Judges speech, as we
perceive, was not quite free from pro-
vincialisms, his arguments were none the
less powerful on that a ccount. He said
a good deal more in the same strain,
holding out threats of unforgiveness and
disinheritance on the one hand, and
praise and promises on tue other Cephas
standing with the bride in his hand, and
poor Tips anxious heart beating like a
pendulum between the hope that his
rival would be convinced and the fear
that he would not.
"The question is simply this, father, "
said Cephas, growing inpatient -
(Which to choose, love or money? And
| assure you Id much rather please you
than displease YOU
"That's the way to talk, Cephas -
That sounds like y exclaimed the Judge
q" But if L choose money! Cephas has
tened to say, &c money it shall be. l
ought to make good thing out of it
What will you give to make it an objectr
"Give Give you all I've got, of
course. What's mine is yours-or will
be, some day.
"Some day isn't the thing. prefer
one good bird in the hand to any number
of fne songsters in the bush. Give me
five thousand dollars, and it's a bargain.
Pooh! pooh p said the Judge.
"Very we'll 4; then stand aside and let
me and Pericles pass
Don't be unreasonable, Cephas. Let
the colt stand. What do you want of
five thousand dollars p
Never mind if you don't see fit to
give it, I'll go and see Nancy
"No, no, you sLan't! Let 60 the
bride. I'd rather give ten thousand
Very we'll; give me ten, them
" mean, don't go to being wild and
headstrong now! I'll give you thou
sand dollars, if nothing else will satisfy
you
"I'll divide the difference with you,'
said Cephas. "You shall give me three
thousand, and that, you must confess, is
very little.''
b" lisa bargain !! exclaimed the Judge
And Tip was thrilled with joy.
"l'm sorry didn't stick to five thou
sand said Cephas. "But l wish to
ask, can l, for instance, marry Melissa
More =! Next to Nancy, she is the pref
test girl in town.
But she has no position there is the
same objection to her there is to Nancy.
The bargain is, you are not to marry any
poor girl; and mean to have it in
writing. So pull off the saddle and
come into the house.
" If l had been shrewd I might just
as well have got five thousand" said
Ccphas.
Tip Tansley, more excited than he
had ever been in his life, waited until
the two had left the barn then, creep
ing over the hay, hitting his head in the
dark against the low rafters, he slid down
from his hiding, place, carefully descend
ed the stairs, gathered up what he could
find Of the scattered ears of tucket, and
set out to run through the orchard and
across the fields to the widow Blynn's
cottage. The evening was starry, and
the glittering edges Of the few dark
clouds that lay low in the east predicted
the rising moon. Hating only to climb
fences, or to pick up now and then the
corn that persisted in dropping from his
pockets, or to scrutinise some object that
he thought looked "pokerish " in the
dark prudently stunning the dismal
woods on the one side, and the pasture
where the hooking" cattle were, on
the other, Tip kept on, and arrived
all palpitating and perspiring, at the
widows house, just as the big, red moon
was coming up amidst the clouds over
the hill. He had left good deal of his
corn and all his courage behind him il
his flight; for Tip, ardently as he loved
the beautiful Nancy, could lay no claim
to her on the poetical ground that "Only
the brave deserve the fair"
With uncertain knuckles Tip raped
on the humble door, having first looked
through the kitchen window, and seen the
widow sitting there, sewing by the light
of a tallow candle.
"Good evening, William" said Mrs
Blynn, opening the door, with her spec.
tacles on her forehead, and her work
gathered up in her lap under her ben
figure. "Come in take chair"
"Guess 1 can't stop" replied Tip
siding into the room with his hat on
How's all the folks Nancy to hum
"Nancy's up stairs; I'll speak to her
Nancy" called the widow at the cham
ber-door, I" Tip is here Better take Q
chair while you stop" she added, smiling
upon the visiter, who always on arrivin:
, e" guessed he couldn't stor," and usual,
ended by remaining until he was sen
away.
Wal, may as well jest as chea|
sittin' as standin'," said Tip, depositinI
the burden of his personality-weight
l46.-upon one of the creaky, splint
bottomed chairs.
Poorly warm night, kind O." raisin,
his arm to wipe his face with his sleeve
1 upon which an ear of that discontentet
tucket took occasion to tumble upon tn
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