The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1894-07-14
MAKING A MATCH

or what answers the same purpose
she thought she meant it. After al
how very few OF us really know wha
we mean? l engaged myself once
when a girl, and the simpletor
thought he owned me. soon took
the conceit out OF him, and sent hin
away about his business. The voice
was now little sharp. VIVA
wonder, with SO CALLING memory!
No man shall ever tyraanize oyer
me never! What the mischief dc
you suppose is the matter wiz thi:
sewing machine.
Annoyed at your logic, mos
likely, said my friend, a bright
young matrou as she threaded hel
needle. My husband is not a tyrant
Miss Kent.
| am glad you are satisfied. was
the laconic reply.
1t was quite evident by the ex-
preston CT the dressmaker's face
that she had formed her own opinion
about my friends husband, and was
quite compel ent to form and express
an opinion on any subject. Miss
Kent was little woman, fair as d
girl and plump as robin. She was
not ashamed to own that She was
forty years old and an old maid
She had earned her own living most
of her lie, and was proud it. She
was a good nurse, faithful friend
and jolly companion but stroke
i her the wrong wav, and you'd wish
you hadn't in much shorter time
than it takes me to write it. Her
views on all subjects were
strikingIy original and not to be
combatted.
What are you going to do when
you are old? persisted the mistress
Of the establishment.
What other folks do suppose.
But you cant work forever,
Can't say that | want to.
Now Miss Kent, husband with
means and kind intelligent man
| don't want any man. l tell you
Mrs. Carlisle | wouldn't marry the
best man living if he was as rich as
Cre5us, and he would die if didn't
have him. Now if you have ex-
hausted the marriage question. |
should like to try on your dress.
There was something behind all
this knew well. My friends eyes
danced with fun, and as Miss Kent
fitted the waist she threw me letter
from the bureau.
Read that she said, with know
ing look. 1t may amuse you.
This is what the letter said
My Dear Jennie:-I shall be
delighted to spend a month with
you and your husband. There must
however be one stipulation about
my visit-you must say no more
about marriage shall never be
foolish again. Twenty years ago
wrecked my whole lille. (Better
embark in new ship, hadn't he"
put in Jennie soto voce.) So un-
suitable was this marriage, so utterly
and entirely wretchd have been its
consequences, that | an forced TO
believe the marriage institution a
mistake. So for the last time let me
assure you that | wouldn't marry the
best woman that ever lived if by so
doing | could save her life.
Your old cousin, MARK LANSING,
Rich, isn't hep said Jennie, and
then pointed to the chubby little
figure whose back happened to be
turned
shook my head and laughed,
You'll see, said the incorrigible.
See what? inquired Miss Kent
quite unaware OF our pantomine.
That parties which are chemically
attracted will unite. OF course, an
alkali and an acid. Don't you think
this sleeve a little too long Mss
Kent?
Not after the seem is off. But
what We're you saying Mrs. Carlisle!
The other day at Professor Boyntons
| saw some wonderful experiments.
And did they succeed? inquired
Jennie, demurely.
Beautifully.
SO will mine never yet botched
job in my life.
| don think | quite understand
you, replied Miss Kent, perplexed.
Nc? always grow scientific when
talking about marriage my dear.
Bother! was all the little woman
said, but the tone was much better
natured than expected.
The next week Cousin Mark
arrived, and | liked him at once.
An unhappy marriage would have
been the last thing thought OF in
connection with that gentleman. He
had accepted the situation like a
man, Jennie told me. and for fifteen
years carried load of misery that
few could have endured. Death
came to him at last and now the
poor fellow actually believed himself
an alien from domestic happiness
Singularly as it may appear,
Cousin Mark was the embodiment
good health and good nature; fifty
perhaps, though he didn't look
it, and as rotund and as fresh IN his
way as the little dressmaker was in
hers. AS looked at them | dehed
anybody to see one and not be
reminded OF the other. True, he
had more Of the polish VIII; come.
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