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


Betsy, and say Miss Patty was first
rate cook. know he did, for l was
peeping in a. the door to see if he took
pickles.
A day or two later found the sicnor
quite settled in his new apartment
These, by the addition of his bits of
ornaments, so changed that YOU could
hardly recognized them. The portraits
| were gone. managed beautifully
about them. told mother | was quite
miserable when shut out from the con-
temptation of my beloved parents; and
by the slightest return Of tic, persuaded
her to allow them to be hung opposite
the fireplace in our sitting-room
Monsieur nodded to he when | went
to see them taken down in safety, and
asked Joe to reman and fix some pictures
of his. Oh me those pictures was
half an hour examining them when
next did the room. There was land
scapes and sca-views, and waterfalls and
ruins. But, chief Of all, there were two
| portraits Of Monsieur himself One over
the tirc-placc-half-length as large as
llfc-a beautiful thing with a pensive
look III the eyes, and lips like vernlilion.
The other, his very moral, but rather
! peculiar. 1t represented him standing
with his hands under his coat-tails--
just as have seen him stand fifty times
a day before the fire. could have told
it anywhere, though there was not a
morsel of the face to be soen-only the
thlck-set, short figure, aud the curly
hair 1t was the thing altogether that
it was so like.
And there was another portrait.
don't overlook tint ; for it was lady's
picture. A dark, cold face, with great
black eyes that always looked at you
wherever you stood in the room, and
long hair falling in disorder over the
one check, while the other side was loop
cd up with red ribbon dare say it
was what people call fine face, but
didn't admire it. For Il long time
thought 1t was Monsieur's sister, but |
found out afterwards it wasn't; and
never could have any patience with a
woman who was so careless and untidy
that she couldn't do up both sides of
her hair, even to have her picture taken.
So unmarked ~ any very great event,
passed the Summer and Autumn, and the
evening began to close in earlier, and
Monsieur liked a fire ]it, when he came
in after tca-timo. And regularity put
his dressing gown and slippers before
the fire, and drew the curtains and set
the tca-things. And as regularly when
he passed the kitchen going upstairs,
looking tagged and anxious with his
days work, popped a LIS Of bacon or
something nice on the fire to comfort
him. No doubt took a great deal of
trouble about on}ya lodger; but there
are some people for whom one can never
do too much, and Signor Angelo was one.
" Miss Patty" he would say very
often, "you are too good" lou pierce
my heart with your Kindness and when
he said it lie always laid his hand on his
heart, IA if it did really pain him.
What wonder, then, that took more and
more interest in one so grateful, that as
saw him grow pale, and thin, and lose
his appetite, hour after hour sit pcnsive
in the evening, rousing himself with a
visible effort when one ofhis many pupils
came for a lesson-what wonder that my
heart was lacerated by compassion =
Or that one night, when be had sent
away his tea untouched, ventured to
knock at his door, and ask if could do
anything for his comfort!
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