The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1873-01-11

| eyes. One evening in October, he Gale
on Nellie, as it was his custom to do TIL
servant told him that she was out, and wa
not expected home for at least an hour
He hardly noticed the twinkle in her eye
as she replied to his question. Turnin;
from the door, he walked to the gate, an.
was just about to pass through it, whel
Nellie, leaning on gentleman's arm
stopped by it. His swift walk was stayed
as he heard the words in cutting, scornfu
tones
Engaged to Rupert Howell! You arr
very much mistaken if you imagine fo
one moment Mr.. Luding, that | could love
such conceited youth as he. My ideal il
man, not beardless boy" and Nellie
laughed at what she considered goot
joke.
"Miss Nellie am delighted to hear it
for now | can speak of my own hopes
May call you Nelliea But let us stroll
little farther" said her companion.
Rupert stood as though stunned. Those
same lips that had responded in loving
accents to his own words of affection, now
scorned him in little words that he could
not misunderstood.
"Dupe, fool, that have been," thought
he, "not to have seen through her shallow
arts, and known that she was coquette.' -
He slowly returned home. All the
brightness of his life seemed to have van
ished. His fond dreams at one breath had
been dashed to the ground and he felt that
hereafter his future would be bereft of all
that could have made him perfectly happy.
Like all youthful lovers, he thought
with Upper, that
elf the love of the heart be blighted
1t bloometh not again"
But he was not to realize tor some years
yet, that poetry and romance are widely
divorced from reality.
What person of sense can really believe
that a Tilted man or woman, no matter
how entirely the ungrateful object of their
affections may have been loved, is always
going to sigh beneath the willow when in
the world he or she may find the real worth
which imagination saw in the deceiver.-
Rather be above trying to look forlorn an
heart-broken any longer than the feeling
really lasts. 1t will twist and wiring your
heart enough at the time; but as sure as
storms pass and give place to cloudless
skies, it will leave you in spite of your
holding to it from an idea that is a sign of
deep and true nature to be inconsolable
under such loss. The truly, strong and
noble seek to rise, though the blow has
fallen heavily and unexpectedly.
The normal and healthy condition of the
human heart tends to recuperation. How
ever rudely it's powers be smitten down,
they will soon begin to lift themselves anew
and they return to and often surpass their
former strength. 1t is in love as every
thing elSe-and only morbid heart will be
able to prove that to lose loves object for
ever destroys the power of living. Wounds
must smart and bleed, but unless life flick
ers and goes out in the struggle, the worst
wounds still heal. If God had not given
us this gift, smiles and gladness would
vanish from earth forever.
That person is self-deceived who sincere
ly says: Z" | have seen the holowness and
falsehood of life, l no longer hope" Earth
is the place for Hope, Heaven hath frui-
ton, He'll hath but despair
The next day dawned and Nellie passed
the sunny morning alone. She vaguely
wondered why Rupert did not come. The
dusk of night drew on and still he was
missing. The parlor, however, was filled
with company, and she exerted herself to
ting with certain Mr. Hendrickson, whose
remarks were very uninterestiDg, she
heard one of her other callers say that
Rupert Howell had left town for week.
Her cheeks flushed with Indignation as she
heard the words. 1t was cool neglect on
his part, and she would show him that she
did not care by Immediately breaking their
engagement. Her visit IN Elkton would
not be over for several weeks yet, and she
would f1irt SO desperately before him that
he would soon return signing for one glance
of her black eyes.
Nellie was mistaken in this. Rupert
replied very politely to her note and con-
Quoted himself in such an irreproachable
manner that Nellie was completely nom
plussed. She, however, felt that she was
guilty and cared not to probe into the mat
ter two deeply. In few weeks she left
the town and dropped as completely out of
Rupert Howell's life as the pearl that falls
from its setting and rolls away from the
range of the owners vision to be found and
appropriated by another.
Mrs. Howell and her daughter both knew
that something had occurred to dampen
Rupert's spirits for heretofore he had
ton between them often tagged and they
noticed that he avoided the society of young
ladies and even answered Rita so shortly,
as to bring tears to her brown eyes.
Miss Nancy b, the chief scandal mon
ger of the town, shortly after this, decided
to pay them a call,-not that she was in
the habit of going to the grand house of
the town; but Lady Summerfield had con-
suited her taste as to hat for Marguerite
and she came up for the ostensible purpose
of telling her that the frame had not come
from the city; but in reality to learn if
Rupert had been smitten as it was report
ed, with the little beauty who had lately
visited the town.
The servant with smile lurking in the
corner of his mouth, ushered her into the
bright morning-room where the ladies were
seated
Mrs. Howell looked up from the garment
she was cutting out for one of the house.
girls, with evident surprise depicted on her
face.
Her daughter was seated by the piano.
instructing Rita in the rudiments of music
and as she glanced around shadow of
annoyance passed over her countenance.
"Good morning, ladies. How do you
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