The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-09-17
Grlcit Storm.
From rctcrror's Magazine
The Genius Of the Family.
BY MARY W. JANSHIN
(CONCLUDED.)

! ties again. Perhaps, after glancing over
the broad, thriving country town, whose
fields and meadows seem more fertile
than Of old-after passing up the long,
country highway, and lingering a moment
in front of the cherry blackshith's shop,
where, all day, Warren Woodman, Sallie
Overbury's husband, hammers away at
his blazing forge, singing merrily the
whie-then entering the village, and
observing the air ofthrft about the many
ncwly-erected dwelling houses, and the
new brick hotel in the squafe--you drop
in at the store at the corner, no longer
bearing on its sign the words &C Variety
Store," but Leonard Rice, Dry Goods
Dealer" in imposing gilt letters, which
name Mrs. Leonard Rice is wont to read
very often with a feeling akin to pride
from the door Of her handsome white
house over the way. And then, after
noting that the old-fashoned massive
door-plate is missing from DR.. Rcid's
mansion, and neat silver one is there
instead, bearing the name " \. Swell,
NJ. D." while in large bow window is
the word "OAice," which Office is hand.
somely furnished, and frightened some
times by other visitors than patients in
the shape of three rosy-chcekcd children
and their bright-cyed mother, handsome
woman, still on the sunny side of thirty,
and strangely resembling our old friend,
Sue Ovorbury, at the ring of some patient
they fopr-mothor and childron-hastily
make their exit into the adjoining siltin 9
room-and after leaving these precincts,
You may, perchancc, meet on the Tires
hold tall, handsome young mau OF
twenty-five, whom The villagers familiarity
cali {. DR.. Bill" informing you that he
is DR. Swell's brother-in-law and student;
then You stroll down the street to meet,
singularl y enough, DR.. Bits counterpart
in the person OF another tail, handsome
young man Of twenty-five, whom you
watch as he enters Squire Briefs Office,
to be assured, if you make inquiry " who
went in there " Of some bystaudcr.
"Oh !, that was Dick Overbury."
After al this you will remember the
old Oyerbury homestead, and naturally
feel desire to stray down thither, and
fall to wondering about them all, and
most about Our Andy"
We'll, here we arc again! How little
changed is eyerything The elms that
spread their arms protcctingIy over the
ample, hotheriy roof, seem scarce day
Older; but the moss is thicker on the
ROOF the same turtS OF white clover and
pI4ihianl leaves grow thick about the old
"eii-cnrb, almost overlapping the wooden
watering trough the hoIlyhocEs grow
tail and stately IN the front yard: the
same hay-heidS stretch away IN the rear
OF the great barn to the river; and, as |
i've, there Is Capt. john Overbury HIM
SELL looking scarce a day Older than
when we saw INN last, "raking after y
the great hay cart going into the new
barn. And now looking III at the back
door, we catch glimpse Of Mrs. Capt.
OEery1ury busting about the long
kitchen, transferring loavos of cake,
goiuen custards and luscious blucberry
pies, from the open-mouthed brick oven
TO the cookln9-table under the window.
Ana IN the great g west room,' where
py-'he"hy, new sofa, pretty carpet and
graceful drapery curtains hayc Displaced
the old-time hard wooden "scttee,"
painted floor, and paper wlndow-shades
very busy there, arranging flowers in
porcelain vase on the mantle, or the
DOCKS on the httle-tabIe, stands sweet
Emily Overbury, blooming girl OF
eighteen; Whiie IN the 'spare chamber
above, dressing the old-fashloncd high
posted pea III snowy linen, looping back
the muslin curtains, then placing various
li'de khicknacks on the toilet; very
DuSJ there Is bIue-eyed Nannle, the
youngest Oh the ten children born under
mat farm house roof, and the fairest
mower that ever blossomcd there.
4" here' mother we have iinshed.-
everything Is ready up stairs, and
Emma made the parlor look well enough
tor queen. DIDN'T Andy write that
ha'le Is very handsome, and rich Capt.
otahton,s daughter! hope she isn't
P1o"a, mother L shan't like her one
bit them and Mamie reached from the
open, vine draped kitchen window, close
oy the table where her mother stood test
ing Loaf OF cake with broom splinter,
and plucked scarlet honeysucklc bios
som Tor her fair CurlS,