The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1872-05-04
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w hen little Carrie kissed me.
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A few strokes impelled me nearer, the
stream drifted me among the sweeping
/ branches, | was clasped III those beautiful
arms, then seized and dragged along by a
stronger grippe, and presently lay half sense
less and wholly exhausted on the sandy
beach.
! ! was content to lie there while fancied
| felt soft hands press mine, warm tears
baptize my face, and gentle touches extri-
cate the gasping Rover from my drowning
/ gripe on his hair: but after he was remov-
ed seemed to be more roughly handled
by less tender fingers, and opened my eyes
to find the Jealous Mr.. Hayes kneeling by
my side, and, under his fair MISTRESS Or
ders of course, doing his duty toward my
resuscitation, while at a safe distance stood
Dora, her dripping favorite sneezing and
| Laundering in her arms, and her happy
face beaming roster and fair than ever, by
contrast with her soled and bedraggled
garments, as she pressed the precious res
| cued treasure to her heart and received her
lovers congratulations on its restoration,
with only an occasional furtive glance at
me, as lay slowly coming back to life I'M
der his active treatment.
SO the tears, the pallor, the heroism the
daring rescue, were for the sake of that
worthless dog. | was saved incidentally
with her interesting favorite, as l might
have drowned in his cause, and no ques-
tons asked, and having accomplished my
high mission, and preserved the stupid
BRUTE lay INTENDED and uncared- for on the
sand: dependent on the kind offices of my
successful rival. The blood rushed back
to my heart, the fiery strength to my nerves,
as l slowly drank in the bitterness of this
cup.
Your cousins BETTER Miss Dora, said
the benignant Hayes. Aren't you going
to thank him?
She moved nearer in instructive obedi-
ence to him, bashful fearful, trembling,
confused but radiant and lovely as had
never seen her, and lifting her timid eyes
to his, as it seemed for further instructions,
with gentle deprecatng grace, while she
carefully averted them from me. l could
bear it no longer, and with an energetic
oath sprang up, knocking the astonished
Tom back into my place, and eNtorting a
little cry of surprise from Miss Dora, rs |
strobe away toward the village, determined
to shake its dust from my feet, and never
again look upon the faces of the precious
couple had left. ! rushed through my
aunt's kitchen like a whirlwind, on my
way, and bade her good by.
'Goood-by, Geory? what does the boy
mean? she said. She was phlegmatic and
slow.
i mean l shall never see you again,
aunty. God bless you, I'm going away
'lIoity-toity, nonsense y said she; some
folly of yours and Dora's; never mind her.
a silly girl You'll be my own boy yet, my
dear; but you're dripping wet, George;
you have been in the water, you'll take
cold, child here swallow this, and ming
ling spirituos with spiritual comfort, the
good old lady poured a fiery glass of bran
dy down my throat, and poured out my
sorrowful story into her motherly ear, as l
had done when an orphan boy, and all my
life since, waxing warm with anger and
contempt as l told it, while her benignant
face showed no symptom of the Indignation
that glowed in mine; she pited and sooth-
ed me, but made no comment.
so good-by, aunty,' said l. as I finish
ed. in a tone tremulous with weakness and
wrath; 'you love me, if Dora does not, and
wrung her hand and kissed her cheek, but
she never shed tear; she had been wont
to weep like water pot when went back
to school or college after 4 visit, and had
always left her, loaded with biscuits and
blessings, thankless prodisal that was!
and disposed to laugh at her display of
maternal sorrow. How grateful to my
wounded and sorrowfnl spirit, my out-rag-
ed heart, would such demonstration of
love now have been but all were alike
heartless and cold to-day, and she smiled
serenely under my parting kiss, and said,
as ran down the steps, Promise me not
to 90 before you are well rested in the
morning Georgy; the coach does not pass
through till eleven, and you'll come back,
if have occasion to send for you-before
professionally
l bowed assent what could do? and,
cut to the heart, went slowly and YEARLY
home. / do not know bow or by which
passed upon the road; saw nothing but
the darkness of my fortune, and felt moth
ing but the terrible SORROW that consumed
my heart. Phil was astonished at the gen.
tleness of the reproof he received for being
discovered with crowd Of young vaga-
bonds playing pitciI-penny in my very Of
fee; but was leo broken in spirit to adj
minister justice on him--how could ex-
pect him to be true when all others were
faithless o-and quite srbdued and con
science stricken he waited upon me assid-
uously, till my last Bottle was packed ut
midnight and sent him to bed, with Or
dcrS to call me at sunrise. The stage
came through at eleven, and usually rose
at nine; but scorned to comply with my
aunt's injunction, take my ordinary rest,
and was bent upon the additional misery
of rising early i'll the morning.
What weary, dreary, hours heard
every one of them strike, as lay tossing
on the patent spring mattress, in that