The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1896-12-12

WANTED-By the committee OF the
charge of the summer term of the Roselawn
school Good wages will be paid to the
one who can bring the requisite attain
ments to the work. Roselawn is situated
in "a most delightfully."- romantic part OF the
State; near lake of some extent, and
affords every facility for enjoyment usually
found in country place The society is
excellent The church is scarcely NOM
ents walk from the school house. Address
for the next two week,
COMMITTEE, Roselawn, VT
Miss Maude Arabella Whiting read the
notice through with beaming countenance.
Then she read it aloud to her mother, in
her best style of elocution. Mrs. Whiting
scarcely appreciated it, though, buried in
an easy chair and novel. Isn't it
charming?" asked Arabella.
"No;I am greatly Disappointed" re-
turned Mrs. Whiting, greatly! "Why,
after I'd studied the plot all out and was
positive that Paul De La Roche would wed
the beautiful Alice Deane, here he is just
on the point of clipping with that scheming
Lady Duvenal!.'
"Pshaw! mother. had no reference to
your novel. l was speaking of this school
at Roselawn. 1t must be so poetical, and
so romantic to teach school in the country
amid the singing of birds, and the ripping
of crystal brooks"
Romantic, indeed Why, Cousin
Margaret used to teach somewhere in the
country, and she told me all about it. She
said the children all had turned up noses
and dirty faces; and the hens cackled all
the time, and everybody had fried pork for
dinner, and pork fried for supper"
ooh! we'll, that was in some vulgar place.
But Roseawn! surely everything must be
pure and sweet in a region with such a
beautiful name. OH mamma, only give
me your blessing, and will try my fortune
there! 1t will be something charming to
tell Matilda when she comes home from
the Springs.'
"Dont bother me child, am dying to
find out about Paul and Lady Duvenal
You've put me out so that I've read this
PAGE over twice"
Arabella subsidized into silence, hut she
kept up q wonderful thinking Inheriting
a romantic disposition from her mother
she had sighed all her life long for ad
venture, but nothing ever happened to her
more remarkable than tearing her iiounce:
on the scrapcrs-and humping her heaC
against the banisters, once, when she fcl
downstairs.
Her life had been 4 strangely uneventIu
one, and at nineteen was weary q exist
ence, if one could Judge by the die away
sonnets composed in the privacy Of hel
chamber, and exhibited only to her dea,
friend, Matilda Grubb. Matilda was heI
confdantc, and would act as her executor
after her death; she purposed to publish he,
sonnets posthumously, and give the pro,
ceeds to the respectable poor.
Arabella was satisfied that she should die
early, hut that fact did not cause her to
lose her sleep, or her appetite. She was
fair, plump, and rosy; and an indifferent
observer never would have mistrusted the
fact that she SO often spoke of it to Matilda
shat there was "a canker eating away at
her heart strings"
The advertisement Of the Roseawn
school interested her deeply. Her mind
was set on Offering herself as a teacher.
She was wealthy-but that would make
it all the more romantic. There would
be something SO much like novel in q
rich heiress hurying herself, and her beauty
in little country village, for the good Of
the children-the blue-eycd rosy checked
darlin2s who would come, bringing her
flowers, every morning
Then she would meet with so many adj
ventures! She could 20 fishing, and boat
ing on the lake, and there would be pic
mics, and cuttings, and herrying eXours-
ions And she would see the COWS, and
the sheep and the oxen, and the goats, and
all those sort Of things, and live on fresh
eggs, cream, and strawberries.
Mrs. Whiting was loath to consent to her
daughters proiect-but Arahella was per-
tinacous, and after few days she yielded.
Arabella wrote to the Committee and
received note forthwith, telling her to be
at Roselawn depot the ensuing Saturday
afternoon, and NJ" Sawyer, the Committee
man would meet her with his carriage.
Saturday morning, she babe her mother
an affecting farewell, and with Pet, her
lap dog, and three immense trunks, was
soon on her way TO Roselawn. She reached
there just before shutdown. lAmid the
usual hurry, noise, and hustle, she was
put off, and there she stood amongst her
trunks and boxes, her lap dog in her arms
her parasol under her arm, her reticule in
her hands, and her high topped bonnet half
way off, and down her back.
The depot was blacklist building, about
Yellow eyes,
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