The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-07-16
= 5torp Of Eife IN Eols0ol1.
MOTHERS FIRST EODGER.
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To this day | can see him as he was
that night-sitting in the casy-chair, in
his shawl-pattcrned drcs ing gown, with
his feet crossed on the fender. A little
glow over the hearth-rug, little light
falling On the lady's picture in the cor
ner-all the rest of the room halfdark.
j." Dear Monsieur," said, 81 am
afraid you are not well. You do not cat ],
and you seem harasscd and ovcrworkcd.
Night | recommend 4 little cup OF NY
wornwoodtca every morning before
breakfast 1t is the finest thing i'll the
world for creating an appetite"
Signor Angelo jerked his hand from
bis forehead, and lent forward. There
was Il smouldcring fire in his eye, and
his voice tren.blcd with carncstncss.
"Mrs. Patty, you arc very good-you
are always good But will remedies for
the body effect q cure to the mind =
No there are some ailments that are
beyond the reach Of human alcyiation.-
Mrs. Patty, there is disease called
LOVE. Nay, Mrs.-.lli&s patty-dcar
Aliss natty--do not turn from HE -
You will drive nc to despair if You loo},
SO. Oh. Miss Patty, l did not intend
to address you thus but your extreme
Kindness encourages me. Would Won
give me leave! Would you sit down for
one minute -
He had risen and drawn NE to the
armchair; and lie now stood with bis
folded arms resting on the mantlcpicce,
and his eyes bent down On the china
shepherdess.
pitied him so very much that was
just going to assure him Of my anAicty
to relieve him at any eXpcnac--but did
not wish to be prccipitatc, 50 | Only
blushed, and wished the woman in the
corner would take her eyes of me-
Striking his breast in the yehcmcncc
of his feeling, Monsieur Angelo con-
tinucd
"Miss Patty, your feminine tenderness
will have sympathy with my weakness. -
You have observed that picture in the
corner! 1t is feeble representation Of
its original: but, believe me, my be-
trothcd is an angel"
jumped up as if had been shot
" Excuse mel left the saucepan on the
fire, and | hear it boiling over"
" But you will come back to hear my
history, dear Miss Patty! wish you
so much to know and love my Nittora. )"
could hardly force "Ncs" as
hurried from the room.
There are some moments in life stamped
so indelibly on memory that not even
the friction Of long years can anih!atc
the impression. Once, at least, during
lifetime, even the most scbcr-mindcd
have trancicnt dream and a rude awak-
ing. Until now had not known that |
dreamed. | only knew it when | awokc.
only knew it as sat with my apron
over my head, in the kitchen, aud iclt
my eyes scorched by the unconsumed
fire at my heart.
There WAS no saucepan on the fire
the embors were dying out-the cat was
lying inside the fender, with its red eyes
shining up at me, making me think Of tho
woman's eyes, till shuddcrcd.
Poor Inc That little romance was
swallowed down like bitter pill. 1t
was bit of Summer that never could
come again. A while after, | copied
some lines into the cover ofmy hynntooIi
something 55vut-
IT'S better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
And think it is true saying; fox
though got over the bad feeling with a
great effort, the sympathy my weakness
gave Inc with other people nuyer passed
off.
| did not so back to Signor Angelo
that evening. | could not and made
an excuse when he asked me the ncx
day, and said it was mother kept me-
But, about week afterwards, he invited
me again, and ! went. Yes, sat and
listened to his story-hcard all about
Nittorla Ernstein, how beautiful and
clever she was, and how he loved her
and tried to take an interest in her
too, and forget myself.
He told me how he had met with her
and her cousin Gertrude in Germany,
and described them both-Eittoria, with
her grand, great beauty, and Gertrude,
soft and gentle, like a Spring flower -
Then he went on about his plans for the
future how his improved circumstances
allowed of his marriage; how he had
written to fix Christmas, and waited an
answer. asked, with q sinking hcart,
if he would leave US then but he said,
No, Vittora would be quite satisfied, !"
and felt happier. Only when he kept
watching for the morning post, sitting At
tie window, with his CSC fixed on The