The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-04-17
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,lrr autumn. we" thc hIagr pencil of the
,.,., kin. irs touched the woods with rain.
1.,.Y L,,,.>. and marked with Il soft. golden
int t.. orchar'' and corndrlls. Tie last
RAYS eff the autumn sun shed suhlucd light
,,n,,o the hill tops. ere he sunk behind the
,,..r; Zrnr Of a tTrst-hounl horizon. and fine
s,t evening TrrHr rn>tlcd family among the
lr,rh.ry. fragrant with the last breath ,t
,,priag flowers. The hush of peace, tire
surii oirrpos'. that seems to pervadr thos,,
..lrlv autumn evenings. is apt to throw spoil
.tr In serenity over the soul of one who
,.,i.,ly coucutplat"s the scene and resigns
lis spirit to the potent witchrry OF the solemn
hour.
On such al evening, maid N sat hy the
window Ola country mansion. gazing quietly.
as if drinking in the lovrincss of the autumn
tinted landscape, Of field and forest. that
spread far AMI wide before her. The fire that
animated her dark eyes, seemed now to SUM
h,r beneath the shadow of their long l;tshrs.
and the deep native blush of her transparent
check hNl changed to the paliid hue of the
ey,,rng autumn flower.
But tAis outward serenity Of thc maiden id
onl btIH the inward tunult Of her feelings.
picIwcrc raging with doubt and expectancy
Ike the ocean in storm.
"Kac,' said soft voice. behind the
naslg maid. coming from the dccpening
shnlow Of the room. =. Kate" and it was re-
pc4!cl. before the object to whom it was
directed seemed to be aware of anothrr's
presence. = Speak, only speak. if nothing
more liian To ash,irr me that YOU have not lost
thp power Of articulation. G"u have not So
much rs hrtathcd q nulnur for the last hall
hour Call home your wandering spirits and
ltatle to give Waiter wclcomc as he WIS
vmi TO receive in days Ting &yac. l wish
hduot told you that piece oi idle gossip: bat
lhA no idea it would have so suddenly put
tcnut your gay and huoyaut humor. Sure
lmu cannot so bring your mind to doubt the
nah Of one who has called heaven to witness
The sincerity Of SO many vows
Alas :" said Kate at length, {: ! know not
ly ii is. my mimi has such dark iorrboding
@eyil impending, this evening. Perhaps ii
tthe thought of 50 soon going to leave, for n
me. the spot where have past so many
5qpy hours. Perhaps it is the evil thought
hat those thiags mHy be true, which yon pro-
pcuncc idle gossip"
"A trucr 10 such silly fears, replied her
companion. :. Thou hast sat long, too long
already, at that open window. Watching for
4. l.. al AT
piano. and get thy heart in tune to give him a
ii. reception when he comcs.'
Kate, accordingly rising from her scat by
the window, which She had long occupied
in fit of melancholy silence. moved across
the pAror, and seating herself by the inSlru-
inrnt ran her fingers oyer the keys, and sang
i'll sweet pitntive SIR in
= Thou hast Learned to love anoihcr'
While her cousin sat silently contemplating
the face Of The singer, as the varying shades
Of emotion appeared and disappeared, anon
like is of flame shooting up TO her checks
and eyes. followed simultaneously by the
lmllid hue or darkcuing blush, like shadows
falling from the tleeting storm cloud.
Ere the song WAS finished. u horscman
dashed up to tine gate, in front of the little
court hctprr the do0r, and aIighting, past
l,.,stily up the gravel walk, assembled the steps
Of thr portco. and in another moment stood
greeting the ladies in the little parlor.
What strange power hath the spirits of or
companions over us; and the spirit OF whom
we love has yet Il more potent spell! In that
.oo, short minute. which Walter Rayman stood
bowing and smiling, in the little parlor, the
dark iorcbodings, the conflicting emotions
which had tortured Kate, fed away to their
dark retreat, Ike ghosts AT the cock growing.
and again the wontcd smile, the light ringing
I,uph. the checks soft blush and the bright
sparkling eye, returned to her, giving her that
mower which contends against the sword for
the mastery Of the world.
Kate Weston was indeed lovely being
f,u, what pen hath ever been able to describe
Il beautiful woman? Alas none! For a.
tho. volumes have been written in the vain
,ttrulpt. they only stand as monuments to
hove how utterly futile is the poets art.
Kate Weston's cousin, Dora Hanson, WAS
tc antipode if may so speak. of our heroine.
Il, place of the voIuptuons, swelling figure OF
her friend, she was of Il light and slender
form. a smooth, narrow, high forehead, with
s,air Of cold gray eyes, which scctncd to peer
INTO the very soul Of those around her. They
were a pail of those peculiar penetrating eyes
which make one feel uncomfortable when
tbey turn upon him. Her hair, too, was not
ofn,at dark shining auburn, which adorned
Ii. brow of Kate. but trained INTO fine iaXcn
ringletS,. Sthut sportcd about her neck and
temples.
Mailer. MS he stood bowling before the
ladies'. in the centre of the room, was the very
ltrsonation of grace. In size, tho slightly
b.low mcdiocrity, his symmetry was so com
Diet, his motions 50 artistic, his dress SO rich
and tast,rulv adjusted, every part fitting with
such scrupulous cxactncss, and above all. his
smi,c q, SPARKLING, so winning the gift OF
nature ar the triumph Of art and all thos'
qlalitjcs TO please, combining and blending
in the department of the man, seized the mind
Of the hahol,lcr at once with pleasing scnsa'
lion.
Walter Rayman had long since distanctd
all Councillors who had entered the lists To
contend for tie fair prize, Kate Neston, WING
had risen upon the fashionable world IN re-
,nc, of beauty, cclipsing the fair doinSrs