The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-07-22
MY SISTER EMILY.
FROM FIRST PAGE.

My poor Emily's counsel had come toe
late. l, too, had found my fate.
Wilfred Elliott had come home from his
wanderings, and loved him.
He was young, dark man, faultess il
grace of form and feature, with a sombre
Spanish beauty lighted by brilliant, long
dashed eyes.
He was fond and courtly always and my
romantic heart made quick response to all
his subtle batteries.
"Oh, you are such a handsome pairr'
cried his sister Agnes to me one day in one
of her sweet condolences. "Wilfred is SC
dark and stately, and you are such little
thing, and so fair despite your dark hair
and eyes. Do you resemble your sister,"
"Not at ALL" l answered. emily is
more of a blonde than l am, and tall al
most as Wilfred."
"Ah, Wilfred is so, so handsome cooed
his fond sister. "Tell me, little one, has
he proposed yets''
"Nonsence, Aggy," l responded, but
my cheeks were burning.
"Nonsence, you, Kitty"' she retorted.
"But he has declared his love, has he not?"
81 don't know" faltered. For Will
fred had not defined his love with definite
words, though believed in it, neverthe-
less.
Wilfred was going away that day for a
brief absence.
"Kitty," he said, coming to me in the
parlor where was sitting alone, 81 want
to talk to YOU"
l knew from the fire in his handsome
eyes what his next words would be.
"Kitty, you are such wild and incom-
prehensible little thing, and have known
you so few weeks, that l am almost afraid
to ask you what l want to know"
"Afraid of me because I am little p
That's funny" replied, striving to look
Indifferent, though my face was hot and
my heart throbbed wildly.
"Do you think, kitten, you could love
me little, enough to be my wife,
"That wouldn't be little, Wilfred-
enough would be great DEAL"
I spoke seriously then, and my answer
seemed to please him.
"Kitty, little innocent love you very
dearly. You remind me of one 1 have
lost. will be honest with you, my child
have loved before, and 1 do not offer you
fresh heart"
His words did not pain me. Somehow
felt new respect for him.
Kitty, I am young" he went on, speak
ing slowly and solemnly, "but l am a
world weary man. l have known society
and its pleasures, here and elsewhere, as
few men have done. / have done many a
deed of folly that l would gladly recall.
The woman l loved left me because of
those follies. Kitty, if she had been the
true womanly woman 1 had believed her,
she would have known that the love she
bore me, and the love l bore her, would
have redeemed me. But she did not. She
put her pride between us like an iron wall
and-ah! well, though it is all over, wish
it might have been otherwise"
Still felt no pain. l loved him more
for his frankness.
"Kitty, want you for my wife. You,
at least, can forgive the past in which you
had no share, and will believe that the
future will be WELL"
81 trust and believe you, and will be
your wife," / answered.
saw tear on his black lashes.
He kissed me as he was going.
sob, am $3.50 glad! l am $3.50
happy" cried my sweet confidante, Agnes,
an hour afterwards. "Isn't it strange,
puss, that he never met your sister in
Europe?"
A few days later Emily came as she had
said.
l have never seen any SO divinely fair as
my sister was in those days.
Her beauty shone through the soft
shadow of sorrow, as the rose shines
through the mist.
She was as serene as of yore; but knew
that under it all were lying the canker and
the thorn.
Still she was my own sweet, beloved
Emily, and we were very happy in our re-
union.
The next day in the conservatory, l told
her of my betrothal.
Poor Emily! She kissed me and blessed
me.
exit, Kittyv' called the merry voice of
Agnes from the distance.
left Emily bending over pot of white
roses, and went in quest of my friend.
Wilfred had come.
cob, WilfredH' cried, "my only sister
is here; 10 come, pleaser'
caught MS an in my eager delight,
and drew him toward the conservatory.
Agnes followed in her pretty morning
dress of azure and white, smiling at my
impetuous demand.
''Emily, DEAR" 1 said, "Mr. Wilfret
Elliott; Wilfred, this is my sister,
"Miss Leverichs," said my lover, lifting
his hat as Emily turned toward us, ant
then he started back, with great pain ant
surprise in his handsome eyes.
My poor Emily's face was as white al
were the roses before her.
"Frederick Avenhoe!" she exclaimed.
"Emily, my lost Emily" said Wilfred
for an instant unconscious of everything
but the presence of the girl before him.
Then holding my hand for a moment
more closely he looked upon me with re
gretful and noble pity.
"Kitty," he said, 81 never dreamed
that the girl of whom told you was youl
sister, and the name you both bear being a
common one to me, gave me no intimator
of such a painful state of affairs as this
ooh, Wilfred! Oh, Emilyr l cried
"pray, forgive each other; l will be quite
happy and contented, indeed WILL
drew him forward again, more earnest
ly and impulsively than before
Unselfish, true-hearted little Kittyn'
came from Wilfred's rigid lips.
My stage name has caused us all much
misery" l heard him say, as drew Agnes
out of the conservatory and left them to-
gether.