The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-11-24
lot large enough to hold strong fancy

ever, 10y hating right down good fellow
generous and brave one, too, like hand
some Tom Lynn, and "the pearl" took his
part at every sign of collision in way
that indicated very decided disposition tc
stand by her own.
''She forgets,' thought Pen. "She is
showing him what tongue she has,"
AS for Colonel Waring, he was one OF
the few men who thoroughly enjoy Gro.
quet, and it delighted him beyond measure
to have so good a partner, and to win a
hard fought game over such skillful oppo-
nents as Tom Lynn and Marguerite Allen.
"He plays splendidly,' thought Pen.
"Hm glad l bought him. He's worth a
hundred green lions. But, must say, |
think Tom Lynn is behaving very pecu.
liarly. 1t wont do for Marguerite to trite
with him. They will make themselves look
silly if they're not careful"
Tom Lynn was not looking silly Just
then, only very undeniably handsome.
New corners indeed that day, apparently
strangers to each other and to every one
else-what Colonel Waring described as "a
mixed lot The landlady, Mrs. Robin
son, of course, knew all about them, and
was inclined to be proud of at least part
of them.
eff you're to be traded off, said Tom
Lynn to Waring, it must be for Garcia. :"
"How's that % said the colonel. 81
outweigh him a good fifty pounds
Mere beef" said Tom; 81 beg your
pardon-mere flesh and bones. Think OF
his Cuban plantations and his Mexican
mines. There's where his weight comes
from. Hadn't you better give it app"
Cant say" growled the colonel. 81
shall look on for a while; always enjoyed
watching a trade. Do you really think
Pen would swap me for the Cuban? Why,
that black eyed daughter of his is almost
her own age. She's handsome, too
"Who's handsome % asked Tom.
"Pen is, of course" said the colonel;
but meant the daughter, Miss Garcia. -
"The daughter? ?" asked Tom.
"Why, yes" said the colonel. "What
on earth are you driving at?''
Plantations, Mines" muttered Tom.
III m.-yes, the daughter" And with
that Tom swung himself airily out upon the
piazza, leaving his friend in good deal of
a puzzle.
"Tom isn't marrying man," he solilo-
quized; "but that daughter of Garcia S
has attractions of more kinds than one
He's little fellow, Tom is, but he's won,
derfully keen. | don't understand him
half the time. There he is now, marching
up and down with Marguerite Allen
Looks as if there was some kind of row
already. Guess had better go and hunt
up Penelope"
Intelligent enough was the athletic colo
slowness, as compared with his ready
minded, keen eyed friend. 1t had more
than once occurred to him that Pen was as
cute, for woman, as Tom was for a man.
which means that either of them surpassed
the other at all points where they did not
meet. Pen found out her side of that fact
the day she began to hate small men, and
sold out her claim on the one she hand in
hand.
Nobody but Tom Lynn could hear what
" the pearl was saying as they continued
their slow promenade.
Mrs. Robinson is vexede Yes, of
course; but | can't help it. Id rather
spend the rest of my Summer elsewhere
than be introduced to that Cuban girl.
"Why?" asked Tom.
"Have you met her." replied Marguerite
'Seen her; not spoken yet, said Tom
Haven seen her father.
Il wish you had seen him, said Mar
guerite. "He seems to be an explanation
of her. | think as soon as my mother re-
turns-thats three days now-I shall ask
her to carry me away from this
You seem very strong in your likes and
dislikes-at least in your first impressions,
said Tom.
$50 and take another look at Miss Gar
cia, then, responded his companion. "See
her father, too, if you can. You may be
able to tell me why ought to be fascinated
with them. A child can lead me, you
know"
Tom actually coored, and Marguerite
saw it. She felt as if she could have bitten
her tongue off, for she well knew there was
nothing childish about Tom. Even his
stature was but little less than the enid
die measure. Still, she had hurt him.
She disoerned that clearly enough, and she
stumbled to make amends.
I" may be foolish and preiudiced, she
said, quickly; land have great confidence
in your Judgment. Even Penelope does
not agree with me.
Ibid she evero' said Tom. Bnt the
flush had disappeared from his face, for
Marguerite's tone had been even more
soothing than her words. and Tom was a
fellow of more than a little good sense
Fifteen minutes later, however, when Mar
guerite Allen swept through the breezy
parlor, the day became suddenly less pleas
ant than before, as she saw how vigorously
Tom Lynn was obeying his orders.
He is so handsome said "the pearl .
to herself, land that Cuban beauty sees it,
of course. Her big black eyes are fairly
devouring him. m glad he had his back
to me. It's my fault, any how. If there
isn't Pen Gardner with the old Midas him
self
Whether or not Senior Manuel Garcia
bore any natural resemblance to Midas, he
was listening fairly well to PENS boarding
school Spanish, and she had not yet turned
to gold at his touch.
For that matter, the senior wore gloves.
He was a very well appearing, middle
aged gentleman, SO dark that his lady CON-
panion seemed quite blonde beside him.
and even Marguerite Allen began to think
better of her own complexion.
He is indeed somewhat heavy" she
muttered to herself, "but wouldn't trade
Colonel Waring for him. Nor wouldn't
give my green lion for that handsome