The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1890-12-13

ical resignation Jean sighed out: But
| suppose he is married, as are most
or the nice men one meets.
Remember, daughter, that these
particularly nice married men have,
in the majority OF cases, been made
so by the companlonshlp Of good
wives. You will have to turn some
ugly duckling into swan some dav.
Meyer! Momsey; I'd rather be a
spinster all my days than take some
c4lIow youth to raise, Was the en-
ergetic response.
So Jean sent the editor a sample
copy of her wares, which he DEEM
ed worthy Of pu lication. Some
correspondence, ostensibly on busi-
ness, ensued and along toward
Christmas time he secured her work
on another paper, which proved
good practice if not very remunera-
tive.
One snowy night mother and
daughter were settled in their CHEEKY
little parlor for a quiet evening OF
pen scratching and reading The
door-bell announced caller Jean,
on opening the fiat door, saw man
covered with snow, carrying bum
die of books. Following out her
first thought that it must be a be-
belated book agent, she was about
to refuse him Abundance when a
more comprehensive glance revealed
Mr.. Barrows, who somewhat nerv.
ously said: Good evening, Miss
Eliord; | have brought you some
books which need reviewing. How
are you at that kind Of work ?
Overcoming her surprise, she ask
ed him in, said something about his
kindness in coming such bad night,
and, before they quite realized II,
he was presented to her mother and
drying off before the open fire.
Arrangements were made about the
book reviewing, followed by te"
moments Of general conversation,
after which he took leave as sudden
ly as he had appeared, remarklng
that he was on his way to bachelor
dinner given monthly by dozen
friends of that order Of mlsan'
thropists.
Your new friend seems to partake
somewhat Of the nature Of a whlr.-
wind, Jean, said Mrs. Eliord after
the door closed upon the departing
surprise.
Yes, mother; but what more as
tonlshlng | verify believe he IS an
old bachelor alter what he said about
the dinner. 1t is fortunate did not
know that when went to see him.
Tor the halo of supposltious wife and
family around him softened my hor'
ror OF asking favor Of strange
man. =
Between the time oil the FIRST call
and the summer MIR. Barrows found
considerable business attracting him
TO certain quiet uptown fiat oc'
caslonally the ladies found them
selves at the theatre OF opera, iol'
lowed by dainty supper with 'n1
acquaintance whose entrance ltlle
their lives had been as abrupt II
everv particular as tae consplcuou:
characteristic of a man.
During the winter Mr.. Barro"E
talked of going abroad in une
Whenever the subject was mentlone'
Jean experienced an unaccountaol'
emotion of anticipated regret TOR
notwithstanding their disparity Il
years, they seemed to be wonder
fully congenial.
f One fine May day our young Ill
erary lady, as her mother dubbed
ner' was Standing rapturously gaz
ing INTO the windows Of florist o
"nere aCque lo'
'lolets were piled in masses OF iras
| rant beauty, A voice over her shou
der asked: Which will you take
/ ohe turned and saw Edward BAL
e rows looking down at her thr0us
n glasses which failed to hide the slO,
e Oh admiration in his keen, gray eye t
ol something-she supposed e, 9.
=: mowers as she knew his passion ~
o natures ru beauty spots.
d he e, insisted upon getting n1l n.o
J, handful of roses, and then wa,hs ,,',
j. On %, down the street enjoying the :, NV ~
SKY ;, salt breeze, and the bright ,a'; Ia
n u VI .ne multitude on promef'au'
n '"eir new spring clothes. ,o
l. Jean asked her companion No
e SION he expected to sail. o,,o
ra, ne :. replied: am not sure el'oDS
yet 10 engage my passage