The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-09-09

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but this woman was so pretty.
AS he went on, waxing eloquent, it sud
denly struck him that a needle woman
would not be familiar with these poems,
and he paused, to have her, to his greater
surprise, take up the subject, and deliver
criticism far better and ceverer than his
own.
From Browning and that more resplen-
dent genius, his wife, to Tennyson, Dick
ems, Thackaray, and at last George Eliot,
of whom the seamstress spoke with a
deeper crimson on her cheeks and brighter
light in her glorious brown eyes. "Silas
Marner,'' she said, sis the lovliest-'
But by this time the doctor had become so
interested in watching the play of the
prettily curved lips and the bewitching
dmples that came and went with every
astc speaker aeas saying; and when she,
looking him straight in the face, asked,
Don't you agree with me, doctor?" he
was obliged to stammer, 81 beg thousand
pardons, but what soas your last remark ~
alt is who should beg PARDON said
the pretty seamstress, with a charming
little grimace. GLOW thoughtless | have
been? Of course you have patients wait
ing for you. How could l go on SOP
The doctor wished she'd 60 on forever
80 But pray don't stay another minute;
only tell me what to do if baby is taken
sick again, and if l find l can't manage
him I'll send for you Immediately. hope,
however, to he able to get along without
YOU"
! The doctor hoped she wouldn't-inter
nally, of course-and then he said, 6" as
sure you, madame, I have still an hour at
your service Oh, wicked DR.. Stone! and
old Mrs. Aspen groaning with rheumatism
and expecting you by appointment this
blessed moment. 81 shall be only too
happy to stay-I mean l think it necessary
l should remain. These childish COM
plants are as perhaps you are not aware,
often very dangerous" And again, oh,
wicked DR.. Stone! for you know you are
quite sure nothing serious is the matter
with baby! Prescribe for yourself, doctor.
| 1t is you who have caught dangerous y
malady. In spite of your sneers and SCOTS
all your life long at the tender passion-in
spite of your emphatic declaration not
more than hour ago-you haze fallen in
love, and she isn't sweet sixteen, and she
| is-a seamstress.
"a princess" he repeated to himself
again, and then he said aloud, 81 will, at
least, remain until the baby's grandmam-
ma arrives"
"Oh, if that is all that detains you, go
at once" said the fair one with the golden
locks, mischievous smile dancing over
her lovely lips and in her big brown eyes.
"She is here
Here" repeated the doctor. "Where?'
"Why, didn't nurse tell you? I'm
baby's grandmamma, and dotingly fond of
my grandson, too"
Then out burst the merriest little laugh,
that was hushed in a moment, for fear OF
waking the sleeping child, for the doctors
face was a comical study. A dozen differ
ent expressions were mingled there, as he
remembered that the girl-wife, Mrs. Phil
lips, had once spoken to him of her sweet
mammal widow, and a widow for the
second time. But who could have dreamed
of such a widow-such a mamma-such a
grandmamma? Scarcely knowing what he
did, he bowed himself from the room, for
getting all about the directions he was to
leave, and hastened into the street.
"Good heavens, how preposterous!' he
exclaimed, as soon as he recovered his
senses; "and how beautfuln'
And Just six months from that day
Payne was shouting at the top of his voice
in the doctors office, "Ha. ha. ha! BE
croomsman9 OF course | will, Old fellow
But when l think of the young girl who
never loved another, transformed into dou-
BILE widow-ha! ha. ha!-and grand
mother in the bargain-ho. no! ho-!'
"If you don't shut your mouth, Payne, y
said the doctor, seriously, "you'll have a
terrible cold on your lungs, and wont
answer for the consequences.