The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-01-18

uSeQ TO reaQ II nome IN the evening,
and think of her. But | never dared
to put my head inside the shop and
would not ask about her because the
subject was too sacred for conversation.
fell to wondering whether she ever
noticed me at my window, and finally
| really thought she did, because one
day she looked across the street, and
really seemed to be amused. A few
minutes afterwards l discovered that
there was large spot of ink On the
side of my nose. l hated to attract her
attention in this way (supposing tina. 1
had done SOY, but after all l thought it
was better than nothing, for she must
have known that l didn't wear ink on
my nose all the time
My window was so arranged that l
couldn't get very near it because there
was a steam radiator in front of it, and
beside the radiator was pile of books ;
still, could see her very well, and that
was all | cared about. Every day when
l came down to my work | looked
across to bid her a silent but affection
ate good morning, and | hoped some
time to catch her eye and telegraph
my sentiments to her with look. |
shouldn't have dared to put all my feel
ings into look because it would have
broken both windows with Its intensity.
One day it seemed to me that she
was standing at her window waiting for
something when I came in, and l re-
hected with Joy that l was little late
that day. But she only brushed fly
off bun, and turned away while my
foolish heart grew cold again.
And so it went on from day to day,
anG was still unable to be sure that l
had won recognition. used to wear
my best clothes in the office, and elabo-
rate neckties. l have great faith in
neckties. l always feel that if woman
is looking at my necktie, she isn't look
ing at my face, which cannot help be-
ing dlstinctively in my favor. Some
times it seemed that 1 really made hit
with necktie, and then was delighted i;
but, again, she would put her custo-
mary morning polish on the showcase
without once looking up to where l
was. l tried several different arrange
ments OF my hair, and number of very
effective poses, and at last it seemed as
if had really hit the mark. l shall
never forget my agitation on the morn
Ing when l first became convinced that
she was looking across the street and
really smiling at something, instead of
just simply smiling in general way as
heretofore. | was so confused all day
that l nearly cut my fingers off with the
SCISSORS and my nervousness the mex.
morning cannot be described. But it
was all right; the smile was still there,
and unquestionably it was aimed across
the street. 1t seemed to me that that
smile stuck to the window pane and
elistened there all day, whether the
angel was looking out or not.
On the third day after this l ventured
to bow, and tn ough it was not returned
l could see that l had given no offense.
After that l bowed regularly every
morning, and also in the afternoon when
| went away.
l think it was three weeks after this
that she waved her hand. This was
the frosting on my cake of joy. 1t
ratified me. | sat down in bottle of
mucilage and wiped my fevered brow.
In this way l became somewhat calmer
but yet when l rose, the impression of
that waving hand still clung to me, and
so did the mucilage.
l determined to 60 over and buy a