The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-07-09

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eye, and little eurled moustache, giving
him piIuant expression; and as h
turned to Inc with a courteous smile, ant
the most charming broken English
must confess tiny heart was taken by
storm.
He fumbled in his coat-pockct, ant
then his waistcoat, finally producing d;
rather soiled card which he presented tc
NE. 1t was printed in funny little let.
tiers "Sigaor Angelo Pagliardini.-
Professor Of languages and while
was wondering how on earth to pro-
nounce such an outlandish name, he be-
gan, Madame beg pardon-.Nisses
Flint, did hear of your lodgings:
am the new professor at the grammar
school. am an Italian. want a lit
tie lodging. Permit NE, Misses Flint
What he did not say, he insnuated by
bows; and charmed by his politeness, |
gave my hair all extra smooth, and threw
open the parlor door.
bad received 50 many rcbutfs and
disappointmonts, that it was much more
nodestly than heretofore that | procc-
ded to draw up the painted blind (rep-
resentiug poplar-trces and York Minister
in the distance) and dcscantcd on the
various merits and convenences of the
chamber. The signor paid little atten-
ton to my explanations, hardly noticed
my beautiful stand of wax-fowers made
at Miss Rules boarding school; though
l stood aside on purpose to draw his
eye to it. His great anxiety seemed to be
about the rent and, when we had salts
factorily arranged that, he only made
one suggestion
"I have good many pictures, ani
such things" said he. "perhaps you
would not object to remove those por.
traits to make more room. My boxes
are at the station, and shall be sent W
immediately
own | was surprised at his request
for the portraits to which he referred
were that likeness of my mother in hel
satinet, and Il panion-view of my
dear father, in red waistcoat, with a
rose bud in his button-hole. But saio
nothing-l was cowed by that long
waiting-and he made his request very
modestly. Only, as he vas going out Of
the door, | vcntured to insinuatc that
my mother was head of the house, and
instead of being Mrs. Flint, | was only
Miss Patty. Good man! how he turned
round and raised his eyebrows, laying
his hand on his heart as he said,
Is it possible -
suppose he had been equally impress.
sed, and wondered at the blindness O
the men Of this generation. But at las
he had bowed himself out, and ! was a
liberty to return and break the news t,
my mother.
My mother was in real passion, an(
tore up all her lighter paper int,
crooked strips. She declared that
man should not live in her house. Al
for me, | was beside myself. | never
thought my mother would have pcrsistc,
in such Ianciful resolution; and here
was !, VINO nau gene and let the rooms
and every minute expected the new
lodger and his luggage. Tears were
vain. | nearly cried my eyes out, bu
my mother sat obstinately in the corner
every moment repeating, No MAJ
shall ever conc into this house while
live. You are an unmarried woman
Patty Flint. 1t would disgrace youl
fathers memory" | heard the sound O
wheels i'll the street, and thought it wa
the luggage. But the wheels passed.
1t was only Mrs. Badger coming in from
her airing, and had still few moments
rcprleve.
Presently, | was sitting in the basket
chair with my handkerchief up to my
face. My mother did not notice me
and gave moan-moaned louder, anc
began to rock myself backwards and
forwards.
"What ais ye? Patty, what's The
matter!
No answer. Only moan, moan, am
rock, rock, as if were distracted.
Good geacious, is it tic, Patty. Is i
toothache Answer me child.
My mother had come quite close, anC
YVES leaning over me. l removed M,
handkerchief, showing the red marks oi
the left check, and shutting my eyes, ap
pearcd too i'll to answer.
It's no use asking, MOTHER" | said
in q feeble voice; g its all on th(
nerves." And moaned afresh.
Dear, dear said my mother, "wha
could put it here -
looked up again, and made my ret
check very conspicuous; 1t was bother
about the lodgings. was so fdgetcd
after | had made the arrangements.--
And, really, | did all for the best.
My mother was fairly overcome.
"Don't vex yourself, Patty, abou
that. Dom: torment yourself, there
daling. 1t shall be all as you wish.
dare say you meant well, and--bu
how bad you are Hadn't | bette
send for DR.. ROTTERDAM 90
caught the sound of wheels rea II,
stopping this time. & Mother ~
groaned, " don't let there be any alter.
cation. My poor head would be distrac
ted by noise. Let them take the boxes
up quietly at once. And, dear mother
don leave Inc Oh any account" wa
in such a fright she would go out ant
blow them up and so for the next hou,
kept her fomenting my face and pityins
my suferings.
| AT the end OF that time ii was neces