The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1873-11-22

"And you won't marry Hiram Scoville?
81 will never marry Hiram-so help m
Father in Heaven
"That's the talk! - said Liz, with a
ominous shake of the head; CHATS tn
cheese" Now, just let your trunk alon
tonight and watch this pumpkin for me
I've got to go out for an hour or two, an
wouldn't have it burn for considerable.
| calculate to spread myself on them pies. :"
"Shall have to sit hero all the time
Lip"
well, guess you'd better The tar
nal stuff sticks sometimes when you leas
expect it, And with these words, Lii
shut the back door and hurried out O
sight.
cts good five miles there and back,
said she to herself 81 can't walk it ant
get back in any kind of season. Now, i
this amt a case of special Providence
then don't know. There's Dick Sander
tin cart this blessed minute. He's inside
getting his supper with OH Marin Chase
I'll borrow that vehicle, and if I'm half al
smart as l ought to be, he'll never know
where in the world it went to, or how il
got back, unless I'm a mind to tell him
which, just as likely as not, shall be-"
In twinkling old Dobbin's wrapping:
were removed, and in a twinklng, Liz wa.
in the pedler's seat, and in a twinkling
more, out of sight. The tin pans ratified
and clattered, the bells around the horses
neck jingled merrily, but Liz heard moth
ing, but the object of her errand. Leav-
ing her strange team block or two from
the principal hotel of the town she had
entered, she made her way to that estab.
lishment.
GA woman to see you on the steps, Mr..
Moreland," said a servant in waiting
"Looks like a washerwoman. Says she
can't come in
Its Liz whispered the gentleman to
himself. "Bless the dear creatures heart,
what can she want tonight, I wonder.
Oh, Flory, Floryr' and with a heavy
heart Mr.. Moreland walked quickly to the
door.
Here was a face for an artist-a face
upon which true nobility sat enthroned.
No need of acquaintance to tell what man.
ner of man he was. He had come to
Watertown on business, and had informed
Liz of his whereabouts. Indeed, these
two individuals had been in correspond
ence since the trouble between Said gentle
man and Flora, and Liz had always known
that Philip Moreland was not married, but
she wisely kept her counsel, believing that
jugation of the rebellious little Flora. Not
that there had been any falsehood told
though i'll this connection. A Philip More
land had married, but not this one.
II come for you, Mr.. Moreland," said
Liz.
For me! What for?' inquired the
gentleman, in bewilderment.
"Get on your great coat and come along;
we'll talk afterwards" said the woman in
tone of authority.
But Flora ?'
Don't know nothing at all about it. Has
put her foot down that she won't marry
Hiram-confessed that she loves you, mar
rsed or single, better than anybody else in
the created world; and if she can't have
you, she'll live single till Gabriel blows his
horn, and Their look up Philip Moreland"
Liz, you have taken away my breath"
"Wal, what if l have?'' replied the
strange woman. "You refuse to bulge
till l did,
The tin cart was little too much for
the anxious lovers risibilities even. He
laughed till the tears ran down his cheeks
and froze on and then laughed again,
until others came to melt them.
Over the hard uneven ground they went,
bumpity bump, while the bells sounded out
a merry peal; which sound Liz declared
just as welcome to her ears as any we'd
ding chime she ever heard.
The tin cart was left in the lane, old
Dobbin carefully covered, and Farmer
Nevin's boy was sent to tell Dick Saunders
where his establishment could be found.
Just look here now; amt that pretty
sight?' and Liz brought her companion to
a sudden halt by the kitchen window
There stood Flora, one foot on the stove
hearth, her elbow on her knee, her head
resting in the palm Of her left hand, while
with the right she diligently stirred the
to keep it from burning.
"Set her to work to keep her from
said Liz, softly. "Stay here
in the porch while sort of prepare her
like; it won't take but minute" she
continued, as the impati emit man would
have rushed in.
"Oh, Liz, you got bacle--how glad am !!
It's been awful lones me here Where
have you been ?"
Wal, l had little arrant about Mr..
Moreland. wanted to find out whether
wal, you see, whether he was married or
not, and l find out he amt"
"Liz Liz Liz! who told youe Speak
quick, dear old Liz, or I'll choke you 20
DEATH
At this juncture, Liz opened the porch
door, and with a burst of tears which the
poor old soul couldn't control another mo-
ment, sobbed out
"He did,
What's the use of going on. Flora was
in the gentleman's arms, of course. and
the whole affair was lovingly and satisfac-
torily settled.
When, a few days after, Dick Saunders
pulled up to the door, LIS merriment was
entirely beyond control: and when he COM
to rehearse the story of the lost
tin cart, it can be safely said that no such
peals of laughter ever echoed through the
old farm house, before or since.
81 heard those bells with my own ears,
Dick Saunders, and l never heard 'em ring
SO fast before. Do you believe in spirits,
Dick"
"Golly no Liz; 1 should be afraid of
my shadow if did. You don't believe in
EN-, do you, Liz 20
"There was the spirit of a. woman in
that tin cart, Dick Saunders, as true as