The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1880-11-27


ed to be required by Mr.. Winslow's face);
"but | must say that she accepted the
situation-1 mean, took the thing in the
best spirit, and offered to act as lady's
maid this evening"
Oh. come now, Mrs Cabot. You
didn't let herr
"Why, yes. I thought it would re-
lieve her. All? good evening Mr.. Dol
bear. am very glad to see you. Do
you know Mr.. Winslow. Mr. Dolbear?
Mr.. Winslew has just returned to-day by
the Polynesia;" and so Mrs. Cabot escaped
more embarrassment. But Winslow was
very i'll at ease. There was Stella Grey
son up stairs. lady's maid. and he. as
he knew perfectly well. desperately in love
with her, down stairs with his mothers
polite friends Eleven feet or so Of space
bet wren them. bat a whole degree ~
social longitude lie danced, he chatted
he smiled with his old friends. but all the
while with a remorseful feeling that he
was acting a shamefaced part. and that
up stairs Miss Greyson was comparing
him with the attentive voung man whom
she had met in the freedom Of the Poly
nesia quarterback.
In point of fact Miss Greyson was
thinking of Mr.. Winslow. and wishing to
Heaven she had not been seen bv him
under such compromising circumstan ces.
She was not at all averse tn little lark
of this sort, provided she could keep it
| to herself and one or two very intimate
friends, but Mr.. Winslow was not yet to
be counted among such. and now babe
fair never to come even within the range
of friendship. WHY her aunt concealed
her real situation? Whv had she deceived
them? Yes. cruelty deceived them. So
that her own niece, coming ilmncently ~
America. had fallen into this hateful!
trap She never. never could forgive her
aunt Mary. and she would 20 this yer,
instant and shut herself up in her room.
aud not see nybody till she left the
hou e. the very earliest hour in the morn
ing. to take the very first train to Chic;.-
60. As she left the room to carry this
threat into Immediate execution she ran
again almost into the arms of Mr.. Win
slow. who, in his disturbance of mind
had babe good evening to his hostess. and
was coming nut of the dressing-room now
with his overcOat on.
"Oh. Mr.. Win>low." she gasped. In
his substantial wraps. he looked at the
instant as if he were gazing ont of her
world altogether.
What must you think Of me?" heck
claimed.
"Of you? 1t is who must say that to
YOU"
NO. I understand it ALL" He really
did not quite understand it, but he could
not refine at this point. TELL me may
come to see you tomorrow "
Here! In Mrs. Cabot's house! Oh.
neverr'
no. that would never do. Where can
see you, if not here? will come to see
you here. You must see me- And re-
fusing to hear any protests, he rushed
down stairs.
Oh. what shall do?' she exclaimed.
And l was going to Chicago the very
first thing in the morning" She went up
to her room to think about it, leaving the
ladies to put on their wraps as well as
they could without her. Her aunt came
up to see her late in the evening.
Stella she whispered through the
key-hole, as she got no response to her
knock; but the young lady refused to
give signs of hearing.
Winslow went home in feverish frame
of mind. He found his mother sitting by
the fire. her headache having faded away
He sat down by her, and looked steadil,
at her.
Mother" he began. and then stopped.
go on. Edward. I've Thought it all
OUT
"Oh, come now, you haven't second
sight"
"Oh. can see through ladder
well tell me my dream, and the in
depreciation thereof"
mo; tell me first if you think Mrs.
Cabot looks like her niece"
He hoped out of his chair.
Yes. yes said the little lady, smiling
shrewdly. You are very open, Edward"
Mother just explain yourself, will
you?"
sob, you need not look so solemn, Ed
ward. My dear boy, nothing would give
me greater pleasure than to see you mar
red, and we'll married. Why, that is
what sent you to Europe for, chiefly.
and am sure she must be charming"
"Who?"
"TII Whisper since you are so diffiden'.
S. G."
Winslow started again, and stared at
his mother.
"Oh, I'm necromancer," she said,
but at the same time threw her handker-
chief too adroitly over package on the
table. He lifted it. and saw package of
his letters beneath it. Ills mother laugh
ed.
so you've caught me-" He glanced
at the uppermost letter.
"Good grandmother he exclaimed.
81 had entirely forgotten. What! that
little Serena Garland at Dresden Mrs.
Cabot's niece? So she was-so she was
His mother looked at him blankly. He
seemed to have swept down her house of
cards. Il see must tell plain story
in a straightforward way" said he; and
he told his mother of meeting Miss Grey
son on the steamer, Of his unconquerable
affection for her, and Of the evenings
embarrassment. "Of course" he con-
cluded, Il don't care snap Of my fing.
for what anybody says" But he har-
pened to catch sight of his mothers woe
full face. Yes do care for you. moth
er; but you only need to see her, and al
your doubts will disappear"
~ don't know-I don't know" she
said. shaking her head. "Everybndy
will know. Was Mrs. Talbot there?"
"Yes."
Dear. dear! She will never stop tall
ing
pooh. nobody would notice her.
Yes. they would, too. But no matter.