The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1875-02-13
GAN OLD TRUMP"
BY MRS. II. W. COPELAND.

"Here's Aunt Ingals coming, too, Clara.
Could any thing be more vexing? I'm sure
| cannot imagine what possesses her. l
never saw her in my life.''
The young lady addressed looked up Ian
guidly, as her mother fidgeted with the let
ter in her hand. She had been break fast
ing alone, and a servant entered just then
to remove the service.
elias she been invited ~ she asked, as
soon as the door closed after the man.
"No, you know she has not. l have told
| you that | never saw her in my life"
"Then don't see why it should trouble
| you, mamma. The house is large; she can
be kept out of the way of the other guests,
! and if she has money"
Bat she hasn't. She is poorer than we
were wien married Clyde's father. And,
Clara, Mr.. Dayton is not always going to
allow Clyde to be kept in the background
and imposed upon, though he is so busy"
| Nonsense, mamma, Clyde is only a
! child
Ingals is no relation of Clyde's, and has no
claim upon her. l wish she would stay
away
How cross you are, mammal 1t is no
affair of mine, | assure you, but think you
can depend upon Clyde. She is very good
natured, and if you snub aunt what-you-
allher, Clyde will be sure to take her up
and treat her royalty. She is so odd
"And, Clara" her mother went on with
out needing her daughters remark, 81
wish you would get up earlier; your COM
plexion is nearly ruined. When Clyde ran
up the steps this morning to say good bye
to her father, she looked so bright and
healthy she was almost pretty"
Clara shook out the folds of her trained
morning dress with self satisfied smile.
! 80 Don t worry, mother. Clyde will never
be pretty with those horrd great eyes, and
that odious red hair
Meanwhile, Clyde, the object of Miss
Clara's pity, was perched high in one of
the basement windows, with her lap full of
ginger snaps, a cup of coffee near her,
lunching very independently and enjoya
bly,. Honora, the cook looked up at her
now and then to see how the ginger snaps
held out or, it may be, to admire the fresh,
bright color, and to enjoy the bright smile
that always accompanied her crisp and
rather saucy remarks.
You are to tell me, you know, lIonora;
you promised"
Promised which, Miss Clyde
"Why, you know well enough, Honor
Sure, miss, you do be askin' so many
things"
CHOW, Honor! you kao'o you promised,
and began to tell, too, when Tim came
down for Clara's breakfast. 1t was down
by the willow spring, you know, and the
willows were all a tassel--. Go on
Honoras dark poc,l marked face was one
vivid crimson from her broad fat chin to
! the roots of her hair.
Now, Miss Cyde," she said, coaxingly,
'you don't want to be hearing them things
now; sure you'll know soon enough what a
gintleman says
But | want TO know what lie said,"
persisted Clyde.
Well then-sure you re the hang onest
child.-he said, Honor, will We have me -
and | said, Yes, to be sure | will -
| Clyde laughed.
And he died on the passage out, Miss
Clyde" said IIonora, facing about and
showing 4 sobered face with the red ali
/ gone out of it, land never wore his ring
nor never heard them words from any man
again"
go, forgive me, Honor, l didn't know
Pm sorry. Do you think could have
little more coffee, Honor? ! was SO hun
gry."
/ Honora poured the coffee and handed it
/ up to her.
/ " y on shouldn't be attn your lunch here,
Miss Clyde: your lady mother'll scold'
/ "Clyde tossed her tawny head and bent
/ her luminous brown eyes-Clara would
/ have told you that Clyde had red eyes
! upon the kindly Irish face upturned to her.
" l0u shan't be scolded, you old darling
/ My tastes are all plebciap, | think, Ionora.
1t is my fault
Sic finished her coffee, and laying one
| hand on Honora's shoulder, jumped down.
~ must CO. she said; 81 heard mother
calling good while ago in the garden
Honora tried to smooth the rumpled,
tawny name that fell to Clyde's waist, but
she pulled away impatiently.
''Let it be Adele satisfies her con-
science twice a day fussing over it-don't
you bother
( Half an hour afterwards she came dane,
ing out to where Honora was spreading her
towels to dry, ara making the most of her
rather deficient skirts. made her n low
| obesance.
81 am to be Miss Dayton this Sum
mer, and be introduced to the guests
Isn't it jolly IIonora ~
Honora's kindly face darkcued.
"You are Miss Dayton, if know any
thing. She's only Miss Brown, just
"Call her Miss Brown and see what
she, III say. Why don't you ask me, Hon.
ora, why am Of 50 much Importance just
now? 80
Sc don't know, Miss Clyde: tell me-"
There was more contempt than anger in
Honora's look, as she hung up her last
towel, and stood looking at her young mis-
tress, silently.
"Thcrc's to be an old woman among
the guests; I'm to entertain her,"
The spark of mischief in Clyde's eyes
kindlcd iiono"a's wrath into flame.
I'm lie speakin' to the master this very