The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1892-01-23
ONLY A COUNTRY GIRL.

There are lots Of pretty girls
around here. You've come just in
time.
The speaker was Jerome Wallace.
He and his friend Clinton Munroe,
sat smoking in the m of the for
mer, at the St. Nicholas Hotel, a
fashionable resort among the pic
turesque hills OF Colorado.
You ought to know, as you came
a week ago, replied Munroe. Are
any of our set here?
None, except Miss Fortesque.
referred to the girls of the neighbour
hood.
The country girls! Bah! Milk
maids and farmers daughters, and
the like. Blowsy creatures, with
waists like barrels, great red hands,
and feet as big and heavy as sledge-
hammers. Thanks, none of them
for me-
Sh! said his friend, speaking in
whisper. Not so loud. The parti-
tons between these Western hotel
rooms are very thin Miss Fortes-
que's room is next to this, aHd, il
I'm not mistaken, | saw some of
those very girls go in there a while
ago.
Munroe was gentleman notwith-
standing his coxcombery, 50 he low
cred his voice also as he replied:
Sorry, 'pon honor, if they heard.
Wouldn't do anything to hurt their
feelings for the world. suppose
they have feelings, you know.
Wait till you become acquainted
with some of these girls before you
speak so impudently of them, said
Wallace, severely. There's Judge
Horizons daughter. He was in
Congress for several years, and she
spent her winters IN Washington.
She's as fresh as a pink, and bright
as diamond, rides superbly; rows
like a Harvard or Yale stroke oar;
dances divinely; sings"
Spare me, spare me! cried Munroe
affecting to stop his ears. l know
just the sort of thing you mean.
Goes clustering about in mans
hat and jacket, apes all sorts of
mems sports, talks in mans voice
and has mustache almost as thick
as toothbrush \ woman has no
business with physical exercise. It's
the fad of the age. A Fifth avenue
belle is the only woman fit for our
class.
You don't mean what you say,
answered Wallace, half angrily.
You've not such an absolute fool.
The next day the two friends re
turning from a walk up the noun
tain side found themselves in the
valley, where clear crystal stream
here and there starred with water
| lilies flowed between WOOied banks
| Suddenly they heard the quick
sound of oars, and the next moment
there shot into sight around bend
a small boat. The only occupant
was a young lady, beautiful one
too, who sent her fairy skitt skim
ming along with grace and ease that
make it seem really alive. She
remained in sight only few miuu ,es
then disappeared around another
bend, coming and going like a
swallow in its flight. Wallace, how
ever, during th7t bief space recog
nized IN acquaintance, and removed
his hat deterentially with a low bow.
She answered with brief smile and a
nod, then was gone.
A modern water nymph, by owe!
cried Munroe. Beats the old Greek
ones all hollow. Who is she? Some
Eastern girl, suppose.
That, returned Wallace, gravelY,
is one OF the girls OF the neighbor-
hood to whom you made fun yester-
day, you remember.
Munroe gave a long whistle.
Oh! Miss Horton, he exclaimed
if she's specimen Of your country
girls take back all said. Are
there any more like her!
Plenty, replied Wallace, but this
is not Judge Horizons daughter
1t is Miss Mamie White. Her father
owns farm IN the valley. A
| ldTlnel Nau2nler, you see.
Munroe gave another long whistle
but said nothing further.
That night there was hop at the
hotel, and Clinton, in perfect even
ing costume, was to be seen dancing
with Miss White, not once only
but every time she would permi
him.
1t really seems one OF those cases
said Miss Fortesque, rare in thl:
selfish world OF love at first sight
and | congratulate you my dear, sh'
said, turning misch'evously to Mis-
White, who just then came up. Mis-