The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1895-01-19
"Voiy much indeedn' echoed the wife.
THE expense is three dollars for each

parlor.
But when the teams were ready the next
morning it was Miss Paul who gracefully
and unconcernedly climbed over the wheels
and sat by the Wilburs 1t was not that
she preferred the seat, except as she felt
instinctively that they were at little dis
advantage with the others, and it was,
perhaps, one secret of her perfect bearing
politcness was the little old-fashioned
courlrt:
d" PoIitcncss is to do and say
The kindcst thing in the kindast way"
The party was merry one: they sang
songs and waved the hotel colors as they
drove along, each wagon drawn by four
splendid white horses. They stopped at
the lake to enjoy boating and to hear the
echo. While they iloated on the water
Miss Paul sang two on three Venetian boat
songs, to the great delight of the party.
81 learned those of our dark-eyed Condo
lier," she said.
The Notch was at its grandest that day,
and tie mountain ridges stood high and
clear against the cloudless sky. There
We're other parties out, tally-ho coachful
and several teams coming from different
directions but noontime found them all
either dining at the nearest hotel or lunch
ing in the woods nearby.
A pn,ty ,f Iii, -, l., :,
surrey, espied Milicent Paul, and hailed
her enthusiastically. She brought them to
her own party under the trees, and said, as
she presented them:
"These travellers are from Georgia. We
met in Washington last winter and became
friends
Mr. Wilbur experienced slight mental
shock. His father had lost both legs in the
war, and he himself had never thought of
a southerner except as a foe at heart Yet
here were these people bowling to him with
the rest, in cordial, pleasant fashion
Language had not been given to Mr.
/ Wilbur for the purpose of conccaling his
thought. He looked earnestly at the
stranger nearest him.
Il never expected to meet II southern
man." he said, in blunt tones; 'my father
was made Il cripple in the war;
/ "And mine lost his life" replied the
southern man, gently But it is all over
now. You and have one country -
so we have-so we have.n said Mr.
/ Wilbur and the two shook hands silently.
This scene escaped the notice of the rest of
the company, who at once engaged in lively
/ conversation; but to both men it was one
of those little strokes that help to chisel
character.
"Oh, what a beautiful, beautiful day
among the mountains this has BEEN" said
! Milicent Paul, when they were homeward
hound. Il hope you have enjoyed it too,
| Mrs Wilbur"
81 have very much shall never for
get it, y said the quiet little woman. her
| face glowing.
TheWilburs left the next day Miss Paul
shook hands with them when they went
and most of the others did the same They
went away and were satisfied. They said
| to each other it had been good holiday.
/ 1t was Il little awkward at first among
strangers, but it had all ended pleasantly,
and they had seen so much.
''Are you going to correspond with them
Milicent?" asked her old schoolmate,
teasingly.
''Hetty, dear" said NIlicent; 'you
really must open your eyes wider and see
the world you live in; you will find it re-
pay you. The Wilburs are only passing
acquaintance, like many others; we may
never meet them again. But, in conversing
| found out one or two things which may
interest you. When Mr. and Mrs. Wilbur
were married, ten years ago, his mother had
just died. and there were brothers and
sisters beside the crippled father to be
cared for. Mrs. Wilbur and her husband
put their shoulders cheerfully to the wheel
and worked together 1t was farm life and
farm work The father died year ago
and the brothers and sisters now take care
of themselves. So this year, when haying
and canning were over, the Wilburs de-
cided to take IA little holiday, and see the
mountains. Neither of them ever saw
mountain before. 1t has been the great
event of their lives. cannot tell YOU
how glad am that they went with us
yesterday.
$50 am |, said lletty.
"Another thing came out, too. | found
out where they live. They told me it
was close by the shore Line railroad, a
mile from the smallest Rhode Island station
small red farmhouse with two apple
trees and a garden in front, With a box
border | exclaimed. two rows of pinks,
the bluest larkspurs, in the world, and the
reddest peoples? Yes, that was it, she
said. Why, girls, always look at that
house and garden when | travel by that
road and have often wondered who lived
there. Now | known'
Girls, " said Hetty, after Mlicent left
/ the room to get the pillow cover she had
promised to show them, 81 feel like a
grub! Shall Fever be butterfly? And