The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1869-08-14

Jolt, and Just drew it down to my shout
der and put my arm around her to keep
her in place. l hope no one will be unkind
enough to blame me for so doing; it was
all the result of my naturally kind heart,
you know.
You ask me how felt? Why, as if l
had swallowed couple of rainbows washed
down with cologne and otto of roses
Probably was not quite in my right mind
with the novelty of the sensation, and that
was what made me kiss her; and after the
first kiss, somehow there didn't seem to be
any stopping place. But then had never
had any practice, and wanted to perfect
myself you know.
did not sleep any that night, it seemed
as if ought not to sleep; somebody might
have picked my pocket, or there might
have been collision, or something might
have happened, and so had to kiss Mrs.
Graves now and then to keep me awake.
Next morning she awakened as fresh and
rosy as piuk just blossomed. She asked
me if had rested we'll, and told her yes,
delightfully."- How pretty and refreshed
she looked. Not gray and stupid and red
eyed, as everybody else did, but just as
bright as if she had slept in her own bed
at home.
| l don't believe that any of us begin to
realize how much of our good looks is due
| to a judicious use of soap and water, and
fine comb; but a few days and nights ira
vel ON a railway will wake us up to an I'M
derstanding of it; for if any one has beauty
enough to make them look decent after a
nights rest in railway car, then they
need never be afraid that time will destroy
their beauty; for what night under the
circumstances mentioned can't do, time
can't do either.
By and by we came to a refreshment
stopping place, and there we all washed
our faces and got something to eat. And
such a cup of coffee as had! 1t was nee
tar! She sweetened it for me, which is the
only eason know of for it's superiority.
All! we'll, that was delightful journey,
but must not be too lengthy in describing
it.
A little while before we would reach
Chicago, Mrs. Graves turned to me and
said:
Mr.. Stanford, l can not express the
gratitude feel toward you for your kind
ness. am afraid have given you a great
deal of trouble"
"Trouble"' interrupted I. "Whatever
I have done has been a pleasure
"You are very gallant to say so; but l
know what a nuisance you consider all wo-
men, and"
"Not such woman as you,' said l, ours
ing the luck that had revealed my predi-
lections to her, and making vow that
when saw Tom Jasher, would blow him
up for telling her.
'Thank you.' And she laughed in a
way perfectly bewitching. "You are very
good; and now that our journey is almost
at an end, perhaps you had better give me
my checks. Charles will be at the depot to
meet me, and he will relieve you from the
trouble of seeing after my luggage. Dear
old fellow! how delighted shall be to see
him. Only think! have been absent from
him four long months
Charles!
My heart seemed bursting the moment
she spoke that name with such longing
accent of fondness.
Charles! how despised that cognomen!
heard of a man once named Charles who
was hung. Mentally wished this Charles
could speedily meet the fate of his name
sake.
And had supposed she was widow
Jasher had said she was going to join her
family. Wei, who should her family be
but her husband and children?
Good heavens. and there was no denying
it; had fallen in love with her. l might
as well own it first as last. ought to have
known that if she had been a widow she
would not have worn that red rose on her
hat but then women were up to all sorts
of lodges about dress. And here l had
been hugging her, and kissing her, and
pressing her hand-and she another mans
wife. And l was angry enough with this
abominable Charles to wiring his neck; and
so full of pain and despair that l could
have swallowed tea-cupful of laudanum
with pleasure.
Evidently she thought did not hear her
request, for directly she repeated it, and
gave her the little bits of brass with deep
sigh which could not smother.
"You do not look well, Mr.. Stanford
said she kindly. 81 fear the journey has
not been pleasant to YOU
81 am perfectly well, thank yon,"
growled; and took out newspaper and
pretended to read the rest of the way.
caught her looking at me out of the corner
of her eye in a halcamused sort of way,
but l flattered myself had managed to
conceal from her the state of my feelings.
"Chicago- bawled the conductor. And
1 assisted my fair companion to alight; and
hardly had her feet touched the platform,
before tall, fair man, with reddish whisk-
ers had her in his arms, and they were
kissing each other as if they were used to
it.
"Dear Charles" S aid she, pressing close
ly to his side. 81 am SO glad to see you.-
This is Mr.. Stanford, who has been very
kind to me all the way. Mr.. Jasher's
friend
1 bowed, and felt myself very much de
trop.
Good morning. said stiffiy and was
walking away. She touched my arm, and
l turned around and faced her. Her cheeks
were very red, and her eyes were bright as
diamonds, and the dear little crimson mouth
l had kissed so many times, was puckered
up into its most persuasive smile as she
said:
"Please call at No. Al Street, and
see us, won't you?'
thanked her, and signitied that would
do so; but l had no more idea of it than l
lad of calling at No. Al Street in the
moon.
went to hotel, ordered room, and