The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1874-09-05

presently ne Sald, as III 10 nlInSeH.
"The boy is mad as March hare"
"No, am not-wish to thunder l was"
He related infinitely everything that had
occurred under the porch and screening
vines at Mrs. Goodwin's and continued,
Whoever l mistook for Mary Norris evil
IDENTIFY believes in and loves me. She SOL
EMMY yielded herself to my caresses as
my betrothed wife, thinking that l wor
SHIPPED her, and her only" DR.. Collins
groaned and ran his fingers through his
hair until each particular fibre stood on
end. His partner vainly attempted to con-
troll his risibles. One glance at the discon-
solaie visage of his friend was too much,
and Ito use Hibernianism) he let off a roar
that shook the very foundations of Brown
vile, and it was good half-hour before he
could sufficiently control himself to give
his friend the comfort and advice he needed.
"No doubt" was the reply; cit is a
exceedingly funny; but for the life of me,
doctor, l can't see it. And now, as gen.
tleman and man of honor, what am / to
do9" DR.. Peters wiped his eyes, settled
himself to considering for time before
replying, and then said:
IF 1 were in your place, should first
find out to whom l was engaged, and If
she proved agreeable, or rather desirable,
1 should marry her unless my heart was
firmly set on Mary Norris
Fortunately that spell is broken.
see that l was merely infatuated. Be-
sides, l find that she is already engaged.
But that does not matter new. Suppose
find the young lady the reverse of my
expectations and hopes. What shall do
then o'
"Make yourself so disagreeable and
exacting that You drive her to the extrem-
ity of jilting YOU
"That advice is very sound, no doubt,
but how in the name of common sense am
to find the girl ~
You would make poor detective.
Evidently her name is Mary. If under
stand you correctly, you called her that
alone, with few pet epithets thrown in"
81 had not thought of that
Well, think over all the girls in Brown
vile by the name of Mary, and the one
most like to be she. Then visit her at
once. There is Mary Carter
"It wasn't she," interrupted DR.. Col
Inns, with gesture of disgust.
How do you know? Remember you
shot in the dark
"Don't you think l should know if
was hugging saw Logo Didn't tell you
her form was light and delcately nodded"
go, if you had ocular demonstration of
Mary Lewis?'
'No. She is too tall.''
"Then clearly it is, as had suspected,
Mary Frazier, and l congratulate you my
dear boy, for having so stumbled upon a
happy fate in the dark. She is, without
doubt, the dearest little woman in the
world, and perfect lady withal."
The handsome face of the young phys-
clan cleared, and he reddened vsibly, as he
answered:
81 had not thought of her other than to
admire her gentle and sweet manner, and
radiant, intellectual face. Somehow she is
always so reticent and retiring that have
found it rather hard to get on with her."
elf you had been better read in the
ways of women, this alone would have con-
WINGED you that she was more interested in
you than she was willing to acknowledge,
even to herself"
GA thousand thanks, doctor. l confess
that you have helped me wonderfully, if it
is indeed the lovely Mary Frazier to whom
am affianced, and by whom I believe
myself greatly beloved, l will try not to be
wholly miserable"
The next evening, according to the ad-
vice he had received, DR.. Collins called on
Miss Frazier. AS she arose to greet him,
sudden uplifting of a pair of soft brown
eyes and upsurging of the tell tale blood
convinced him that he was upon the right
track.
"Of COURSE" he said, taking her hand
and looking down into her timid and blush
ing lace, you eApeCleu Ie idst mig 1i
Certainly; and I presume l ought to
give you lecture for not coming" she
replied, smiling sweetly through the roses.
81 most surely deserve it. But you are
aware one is never certain of a physician.
His time is not always at his own COM
mand, and you must be confident pressing
engagements kept me from this, dearer
one" He blushed as he said the words,
though he found it no hard task to again
seek the lips of the lovely girl
DR.. Peters, Mary Norris and cher
Charley" danced not many months after
ward at the wedding of Mary Frazier and
DR.. Collins, who could not help drawing
comparisons between the two, and most
favorable to his own sweet, gentle wife.
And as the years go by he ceases not to
thank fate for the rare gift bestowed upon
him in the dark.
MYSTERIES OF THE SHAWL TRADE.-Be-
fore leaving this subject l must relate
curious discovery made on this occasion.
NJ. Guyetaut took me to see one of his
first artists, who works at home. In the
front room of modest apartment was the
intelligent artist working at his lathe, and
in the back room was his wife working
upon an India shawl. A fine cashmere,
worth 1000 francs, or, perhaps, $1,000 in
New York, was cut into strings, or figures,
and on glancing at it could not help cry
ing: "Ah how in the world did this fine
shawl get SO badly damaged? Was it
eaten by the rats" NJ. Guyetaut laughed,
and the ouuriene said: "Oh ! Monsieur, it
is not damaged at all. l am rearranging
it." Probably my lady readers will be as
much surprised as l was to find that these
costly shawls are purposely cut in pieces
and then sewn together again. The philos-
ophy of it is this: Some years the fashion
is for white figures, running about in scrolls
as in all cashmeres, and sometimes for
black. Hence the shawls with white