The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1875-05-22
THE EDITORS COURTSHIP.

The editor had lighted his cigar just as
the level light glimmerng through his by
no means immaculate "sanctum window
indicated that the glorious orb of day,
somewhat obscured in fog and metropolitan
smoke, was about to disappear behind, not
exactly the western hills, but what came to
the same thing in a city, the western roofs
and chimney tops.
Karl Rubens, editor of the Weekly
Sinner, was tall, bright-looking man of
thirty years, one of those individuals whose
very face and features indicate that they
are born to conquer destiny. He had been
very successful through life, but it was be
cause he had demanded success with a
courageous persistency that would not be
denied. Brown haired, with careless, wavy
locks, dropping low upon his forehead, and
dark-brown eyes, verging upon black, he
was not handsome, yet the eye rested with
pleasure upon his face and his light editor
ial coat, somewhat worn on the elbows and
shiny at the seams, and the velvet cap,
tasseled and braided with gold, he looked
every inch the chivalrous and frank hearted
American. Or we might phrase it gentle
man, did we not secretly believe that the
former title is far the nobler and most COM
prehensive of the two.
AS we said before, Mr.. Rubens was just
drawing the first fragrant inhalation of his
imported Havana Karl was particular in
choice of his cigars, when the door opened
softly, and beautiful young lady rustled
in. A young lady whom he had met "a
score of times in the gas-lighted drawing
rooms of society,"" whose beauty he had
worshipped afar off, and whom he uncon-
sciously associated in his mind with dia-
monds, pearly silks and tulle draperies,
looped up with dollhouse flowers.
He started up, coloring, and thrusting
his weed behind pile of encyclopedias. "
Miss Ainslier
cam l interrupting you, Mr.. Rubens?'
she asked softly.
"Interrupting me? Not the least in the
world; in fact l feel very much honored
by-by-please take seat.
And Karl tipped ii heap of unscissored
newspapers off the nearest chair, drew it
eagerly forward. Blanche Ainsle sat down,
like pillows of a sapphire sea.
Miss Blanche Ainslie was very handsome,
with azure eyes, and bright chestnut brown
hair, while her complexion, although rather
pale, was clear as ivory, and her features
were as delicate as if she had been Greek
girl in the days of old Praxiteles.
While Karl unconsciously noted these
things in his mind he was marveling in
wardly what lucky chance had procured
him this visit. Did she mean to invite
him to one of the soirees of her uncle the
rich old broker, or was some surprise party
on the tapis, too exclusive for the ordinary
medium of cards or scented paper? For
Mr. Rubens rather prided himself upon the
entree he was beginning to gain within the
enchanted portals of New York society.
Almost at the same moment Blanche looked
up.
"You are wondering what brings me
here" she said, half smiling.
"Whatever it was | can but thank the
opportunity" Karl answered, with prompt
gallantry, although he could feel the tel
tale blood rising to his cheek.
"And may as well tell you the whole
truth at once" said Blanche, her voice fal.
tering slightly, and two red spots glowing
out upon her temples. My uncle George
| failed last week-and we are going to be
very poor
"Failed!" echoed Karl. "Surely it can
not be possble-at least-that is, | haC
not heard of it,!
"It is true, nevertheless" said Miss
Ainslie; "and all the world will hear of il
but too soon. And Mr.. Rubens, she added
in a lower and more hesirating voice, 6
must do something for my support-eithel
! teach, sew, play companion to sick lady
or earn my living in some way not unbetit
ting a genteman's daughter; and l have
concluded to try and write for the papers. .
" Indeedn' said Karl, not knowing wha
else to say.
evil you give me chance in the col
umns of the Sinner" she asked with evi
dent effort. 81 believe | could write a.
good stories as some of those you publish
and pay for"
Mr.. Rubens was sorely puzzled what tt
say. How could he tell this pretty crea