The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1895-06-22

you"
"Do you want me to say it ~ he asked,
50 eagerly that she laughed at him again.
Glow do 1 know. 1t may be something
dreadful"
1t is something about the sweetest thing
in the world, he said bravely to her.
Crank Moore said | was that" she
said with a occurrences that was distract
ing. SIS it about me?'
Hezekiah got up and walked to the
edge of the porch. He looked up fercely
at the moon as if he thought there ought
to be blood on it, but there wasn't, and
the sweetest odors of the night were waited
to him on the silently stirring breezes and
he was soothed.
"Whatever is the matter % she asked, in
the querelous tone Of young woman
under such circumstances.
kitty" he said, dropping the polite
title of young-lady sit is you and it
is me, too. Both of us, he said, regard
less of syntax,
"Who ever said you were the sweetest
thing in the world, I'd like to know 2" she
laughed, and Hezekiah thought he could
see the keen edge of her tongue flash in the
moonlight.
"You never did, he replied in the sur
liest manner.
"Oh, she crooned to him softly, in the
language of the cradle "has de title toosy
"ot. v pinched his b'essed little FUN?
Hezekiah went to the edge of the porch
again and was about to shake his fist at
the moon, when he saw some one optn the
gate from the street and come up the walk
toward the house. 1t was the hated
Frank Moore, and Hezekiah had only a
minute to make his peace with the sarcas-
tic goddess.
kitty" he exclaimed desperately, as
ne came back to her. ''there comes Moore
It's only nine o'clock and he'll stay here
Ill evening. l cant say all l want to shy,
but | can say this much love you
Kitty, and l want you to be my wife
Will you?'
In his excitement he had taken her hand
md she had risen to his side.
Come to morrow night" she said il
the softest whisper and the gentle pressure
f her hand spoke sweeter language Il
lin than even the music of her lips.
"Ah, Frank, > greeted Hezekiah, as his
late rival came up 81 am glad to see you
real glad '-and lie was speaking the
emn truth, for there is no telling how
, much time he would have wasted if Moor
hadn come just as he did-"I was about
going, looks like pity to leave Miss Kitty
all alone amid this bower of honeysuckleS
moonshine, roses and June. Come and
take my place. l am sure she will wei
come you with open arms, OF words to that
effect
"Why, Mr.. Heston," protested Mis-
Kitty, ''you are really brilliant this
) evening. Who taught you how? II
must be an acquired habit, I'm sure it
isn't natural
Moore laughed at this pleasant persitiage
of Kitty's. Everybody laughed at Kitty
wit except the victims of it, but on this
occasion even the victim laughed, for he
felt the consistency of kitty's hand clasping
his, and could yet hear the music of her
words, Come to morrow night
OF course Mr. Moore apologized for dis
turbing their tete-a-tete, and said he had
merely dropped in for a moment, but men
are given to that kind Of palliating prevar-
cation and he sat down in the most com
Portable place he could find, before lleze-
kiah had left the porch.
Hezekiah did not tarry long after this,
but Mr.. Moore remained for hours, chat
ting with Miss Kitty, and then they sepa-
rated, leaving the moon, the honeysuckles
and roses out in the June night all alone.
The stars twinkled in the silvery blue sky,
the fragrance of the flowers filled the air
and far down the quiet street, Hezekiah
sat by his open window dreaming the night
away, and there was smile on his face
as if an angel had come in the glory of the
moonlight and touched him with the breath
June.
And the next night it rained
But there was sunshine and moonlight
and honeysuckles and roses and June in
Hezekiah' S heart, and he was promptly in
piquant Kitty's pretty parlor early on the
night of the morrow which had promised
50 much to him.
Alas how easily things 20 wrong, and
so forth They quarrelled, and Hezekiah
went out into the night, gloomier than
the night was. All the music of her
voice was dscord and the dark, dark
: air was filled with an odor as of dead
honeysuckles and roses and decaying
June.
But the next night was perfect again,
: and once more Hezekiah sat with Miss
Kitty on the porch and the moon was
} flooding the valley with the yellow light
that marks it as it rests upon the distant
: mountain tops
! "Kitty, said Hezekiah, in the voice Of
, penitent, ''can you forgive me?
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