The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1868-08-22

" cs: give the box to aunty to put in
her pocket" Maggie said, and Arty with q
little unwillingness yielded it up.
Then the spring coats were looked at, and
one chosen, and garden hat, and Arty was
put to sleep for an hour on Miss Virgins s
bed, while Polly and her friend took a walk
by the river, and continued their converse
ton. All the news was on Maggie's side
! Polly had none, literally none.
"And you never will have any while you
go on living to yourself, your interests will
lessen every day you live. O Polly, it makes
me sad to look at you, and to think what
might have BEEN" said Maggie, tcnderly.
Never mind Let bygones be bygones, :"
said Polly but there were tears in her eyes,
and almost sob in her throat.
Then they discussed Fanny and Laura and
Masg,e's private concerns, which were in a
promising way, and the time went so swiftly
that they were five minutes behind the hour
agreed on for Bob to take his sister and lit
tie son up at Miss Wiggins's shop to go
home. The doc. cart, however, was not at
the door, aud Maggie said she was glad, for
Bob did not like the mare to be kept stand
ing They assembled to the show room to
wait, and he was not long in coming; he
was too soon, indeed, for half they had to
say. At the sound of the wheels i'll the
street, Polly offered herself for last hug of
her friends kind arms, and Maggie was all
in tears.
Quill come down and speak to Bob,
just for inmate ?" said she, and Polly suf
tered herself to be entreated, and went with
all her heart in her face.
Bob evidently expected her, though he
colorei when she appeared and as he lifted
his hat, she saw he was ever so much older,
bat he had his kind rallyng smile for her,
as he said: . Iou wear we'll, Polly better
than most of US, think
" 1t is calm life at the Warden House,"
said she, quite with a shaken voice.
"And you are going all the way to Ger
thanksgiving by yourself?
Yes" She had to stand aside for Mag
gle and the child to reach their places, and
from the step of Miss Wiggins's shop she
waved them all her good by. She was still
standing gazing after them, when Bob look
cd round before turning the corner Of the
street, and told Maggie to dry her eyes and
not fret.
/" can't help fretting when | think shall
perhaps never, never see her again dear
little thing that she is! o Bob, ii you had
oaly waited to ask her till now that she's
come TO right sense of thi ngs.'
Bob made no answer to his sisters rueful
adjuration; he was lost in thought Of Poi
ly's beauty and Polly's sweetness, as they
were once and were still, and wondering
whether she would have anything to do with
him now.
Perhaps you can guess how it all ended
and | need tell you no more.
Yes. Bob asked Polly again, and Polly
gave him prettier answer this time Mrs
Curtis cried at the wedding, and foreboded
many evils, but they have not bctalen yet
While waiting for them, she is, however,
blessed in a standing grievance, Hnamely,
that Potly's one boy is not the eldest son,
and will not inherit the Livingstone Manor.
Bat she is not aware that she herself is to
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Polly is not likely to tell her.