The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1891-01-24
HOW | LOST HER.


bachelor, but not happy. This is
the difference between Thomns
Growler Of month ago and the
same person to, day, But one short
month ago l thought rothing OF
matrimony. | smoked my pipe in
comfort at my lodging Gin the city
of Canterbury or sewed refractory
buttons on my clothing without a
thought Of any female to take that
employment out of my hands.
But | was one day seated in the
beautiful grounds Of the Dane John,
watching the children drinking at
the fountain, when shadow tell
upon the path. 1t might have been
the shadow of coming events, but
upon looking around l perceived
that the substance was very beauti-
ful young lady, with roguish blue
eyes that might have been the head
quarters of fun and good humor,
lookinglat me from frame of golden
ringlets.
Now, you must not imagine that
l sober gentleman of forty, was in
love with a girl. Nothing of the
kind. She was at least thirty; and
ragged little boy who stood near,
whose tongue | loosened with a
piece of silver, told me that she was
a widow, who owned d small farm
outside the town, and that her name
was Mrs. Faber. He also informed
me that her brother lived with her
and managed the property.
Upon the following morning l
greatly surprised my friend, Harry
Powers, by pralsing the Widow
Fable and requesting an introduc-
tioh. He gazed at me moment in
speeches. astonishment, and | think
that he really thought of knocking
me down with Webster Dictionary
and calling for assistance. But Harry
was engaged himself and soon COM
pretended the state Of affairs. So
he dropped the book upon the table
and inyited me to a pic, mic which
was to take place in the woods in
few days, where should meet the
lady and be introduced.
l Immediately purchased a new
suit of clothes, beautiful wig and
a pair of tight boots, and when the
morning OF the festival dawned,
crowded myself into the broadcloth,
put on my wig, and after much
preparation and strong language
had been wasted. managed to
squeeze my feet into the patent
feathers, where they felt as if incased
IN red not iron DOOtS.
At the pic. mic | received the
promised introduction. and had the
pleasure Of escorting Agnes all
day. She talked with me, and we
attacked the eatables in company,
investigating the interior of pigeon
pies and dissecting chickens to
gether. was happy all day, and
when at parting she invited me to
visit her, believe the tightness OF
my waistcoat was all that prevented
my heart from bursting its bonds.
Ny feet prevented me from sleeping
that night; but was willing to suffer
in such a cause, and bore it with
out murmur.
One day l hired a horse and gig
at the livery stables and started to
wards the farm to carry Agnes to a
party at a nsighboring town. She
was already dressed when drove
up, and looked beautiful in a new
bonnet and shawl. We were
very comfortable and our conversa-
ton was very interesting. was ad
vancing rapidly in her good opinion
and was beginning to think seriously
of popping the question, when the
horse stopped suddenly as if turned
to stone. We both tumbled sud-
denly forward with a low bow, and
my companions lovely nose came
into sharp contact with the dash
board.
l Immediately jumped out to see
what was the matter, but every
thing about the horse appeared to
be all right, and | again climbed into
the gig and prepared to start. But
the horse obstinately refused to
move. coaxed and fiattered, but
he would not be persuaded. |
thrashed him with the whip until my
wrist ached, but he remained i'm
movable as a statue. AT last |
sharpened a hedge sake. took my
seat, gave the reins to my com.
panion and gave him a tremendous
blow l hardly hoped to see him
stir, but he did, and started with a
leap that almost threw me on my
back? | Immediately seized the
reins, but his determination had
taken another channel, and he would
not stop. | tugged at the reins and
shouted, Whoa" but he held the
bit betw cen his teeth and rushed
along the road like a runaway comet.
Agnes screamed and | roared as
we dashed by the farm houses with
the speed of a locomotive. The
horses heels splintered the dash
board at every leap, and the bright
shoes twinkled like small stars in
dangerous proximity to our eyes.
Finally the wheels struck tree, the
horse stumbled and the next mo-
ment | was lying upon my back in
the road.
Feeling like an exhausted bellows
| regained my breath and picked
myself up after awhile. But what a
situation! Agnes lying upon the