The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1889-11-09

Often after the postmaster died the
old man would tell me of sweet young
girl to whom the office had been given,
and, somehow, his trips to the village
did not seem to tire him so after she
| came.
"She's weetyoung thing, Charley"
he would say "you would think so if
you saw her, with her soft brown eyes
and curling hair and her sweet, sweet
voice SO much like one [ used to know
and love when l was boy like you.
lad."
l rarely went to the little village.
Modesto was more convenient and had
become quite town.
One day, | think it was Friday, my
old triend was taken very i'll /; by Mon
day he was weaker and more restless.
Toward noon he called me to his bed
side and said:
"This Is Monday, isn't it, Charley ?"
eyes sir; can do anything for you7'
| answered.
"You must 60 in for my letter, lad.
She said she would write. 1t has been
thirty years since l told her od-bye-
thirty years. 1t was on Monday, 1 re-
member, and | always felt it would be
Monday when l heard from her. She
looked SO beautiful to me, so sweet with
her beautiful curls about her head and
her eyes all wet with tears for me. 1T
is so hard, SO cruel, this parting, Henry,
dear but, bye and bye, our meeting
will be all the sweeter for it. We have
promised and we must keep our prom
Use, but we can wait and hope. You
will not doubt me, love, though you
may not come till you hear from me.
| shall write never fear l can see
her again, lad, just as she looked when
she spoke. l have waited and the
time has seemed very long sometimes.
She pinned flower in my buttonhole
and left it there till it was faded and
withered, and then l took it off and
kept it-a little white rosebud. l like
to think l am wearing the clothes her
dear hands touched-and-you must
bury me in them, lad"
stopped over and kissed him tor
answer.
| left him moment later with the
old woman who had come in to help
me nurse him, and as l went out the
gate to get my horse saw woman on
horseback riding rapid toward me. 1
went up to her as she drew rein and
held out my hand to help her to dis
mount.
"Charley," she cried, and suddenly
! was holding in my arms my own
sweet Alice, whom had not seen for
so many sad years. Neither thought
then of our bitter, bitter parting, nor
stopped to wonder at the strangeness
of our meeting. l told her by and by,
how | had striven to find her, and she
told me how she had waited for me and
hoped for me, and how she had strug-
gled and worked and finally had at
tanned the postofice at the ferry.
1t is you, then, whom Mr.. Austin
has told me OFF" l said.
"Oh, yes" she cried, "and l was al
most forgetting. was renovating the
office to day, and away back in an old
pigeon-hole, under the thin plank lin
ing, l found this letter,-the letter he
has been expecting all these years. 1t
bears date twenty years back. Who
knows what it may have meant to
him2"
Together we went in to give the old
man his letter. 1t did not seem to
startle him when he knew it had come
"Open it and read it lad, l canno,
see," he said.
There were only few words, writ
ten in a neat, stiff little hand on thin
paper that was yellow with age.
You will find me waiting tor you
Henry, whenever you come. Yours,
ELIZABETH AUBERY.
l read. That was all.
80, my aunt Elizabeth" exclaimed
Alice, sinking down on her knees be-
side the bed, and taking the old man:
hand in hers. 'Then l am so glad
am here to tell you that she waited fol
you always that she is waiting TOR yor
now up yonder.
There was a sweet smile on the ole
mans lips and he seemed to under.
stand how it was between Alice anC
me, so clasping her hand in mine anc
resting his hands upon her head ant
mine, he left us with his blessing.
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