The Cecil Whig., 1876-02-19
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"My dear Rosalie,' said Fred rushing
toward her with outstretched hands as she
rose from her seat dropping the bouquet
as he did so, which picked up and had
the houor of presenting, after all, "this is
my dear old chum Will Wilfer. My chill
dren, know each other;;" and he stood aside
while we acknowledged this slightly in
formal introduction.
After allowing us to exchange half a
dozen words, and begging his lady-love to
be ready when he returned, 90 for hate to
wait, you know" Fred started off again,
dragging me with him; and as soon as we
cleared the door-steps he shouted, "There,
what do you think of her? Isn't she a
sumner? Such eyes, such hair! She
walks in beauty like the night and such
name -Rosalie, Rosalie--poetry, poe
try
"But, Fred" said I, lit isn't the other
one. She was as fair as the morning, and
her name was Evadne."
''Bless my soul ~ roared Fred. % Hav-
emit | told you? Invent to call on her, the
fair as the morning hue-I did, upon my
word-intending to propose. She was out.
Rosalie, her cousin, you know-no, you
don't know; yes, you do now-was in.
had not seen her for years, but we recog-
nized each other in moment. found in
her a baby sweetheart; we went to the
same infant school together. To tell the
truth, she saw me punished once in the
most ignoble manner-across the school
marm's knee, you know-for spelling cat
d log. Well, at the sight of her the slum-
bering infant spark kindled into a grown
up flame, beside which my passion for
Evadne 'paled its Intellectual fire. asked
her to be mine. She laughed; promised to
give me an answer o-night. I'm sure it
will be yes, ard I'm the hap | say,
old chap, l hope you've got plenty to eat,
for I've the combined appetites of at least
five and forty of tho very primest wild
CATS
Saturday brought me an invitation to
Fred's wedding, written in his most scrawly
style on the back of tailor's bill, and
pleasingly illustrated with design repre-
senting Fred himself with his hands tied
behind his back, standing beneath halter.
"Here goesn' ran the note. "To-mor-
row night, niue o'clock, at Gray Church
Only few friends to be present, The
dear girl wishes it to be as quiet as possi-
ble, being the shyest, most shrinking, as
well as the prettiest little creature in the
world"
"Well," said | to myself. " love is not
only blind, but stone blind. 'Rosalie' struck
me as being any thing but shy and the
idea of calling her little, when she must
weigh Il hundred and sixty at the very
least, is absurdity ITSELF and could never
have emanated from any brain but Fred's." ="
Sunday evening found me at the door of
Gray Church. little late; and as l walked
softly up the aisle to my destined seat, the
wedding party ranged themselves before
the altar.
" "Rosalie must indeed be most shrink
ing creature" | calculated, as my eyes fell
upon the figure of the bride, if she has
shrunk to that size since the evening Fred
dragged me into her presence for the
bridal veil fell gracefully around a petite
form, and the wreath of orange blossoms
just touched the shoulder of the groom.
The ceremony was over The organ
pealed forth the " Wedding March," Fred,
with his head erect, and his bride on his
arm, turned toward the church door.
She was neither blonde or brunette
Soft gray eyes half hidden by long dark
lashes, chestnut hair worn in short child
like curls small straight nose, a tiny
rose bud mouth, and a sweet shy smile.
Fred caught my astonished look as he
passed, and at the moment dozen or two
girl friends stopped the bride to almost
smother her in kisses. "It's all right, old
fellow" he said, hurriedly. "Rosale
loved another, and Effie-isn't she darl.
ing met her at Newport last Summer,
and-Good-b I'll explain some other
time ::