The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1896-07-25
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Inc well-EnoWn bay at AlglerS was most
delightfully."- still. The sun glinted down
on the white sails of yacht lying mile
or two out, making the brasswork glitter
and the pretty little hreakfast-table, set
under the awning, look cool and invit-
ing. 1t was charmingly arranged deux,
and everything, from the delicate cggshell
china to the little rat tailed spoons, was of
the daintest description. Everything
around looked so calm and quiet; it seemed
almost as though Il spell lay over it all, and
the ship were about 20 sail into an en-
chanted city-the brilliant blue of the
Mediterranean, and the cloudless southern
sky, with the white roofs and orange grove
of Algiers in the distance, making up a
picture worthy of a fairy story. At least
So thought the man and woman who were
leaning against the Iail watching a tiny
boat which was slowly making its way out
to them. The woman held big scarlet
sunshade over her, to shelter her fair curly
head and sweet mobile face from the sun.
Clancy, Harry" she was laughing
'just a month today since we were mar
ried. What charming remembrance.
and what a lovely idea of yours to have all
these flowers brought over to decorate the
ship with for tonight" The sun beat
down on the little white hands holding the
parasol and made the brilliant rings upon
them, glitter again. "We'll begin at once,
as soon as he comes" she went on. 81
think festoon of big yellow flowers would
look splendid over the saloon door"
''Oh, no, )" answered her husband, laugh
ing; 1--WE won't begin at once, We'll have
breakfast first, and Il look at the papers: in
fact, don't you think it will be too hot for
us to do anything, little woman? | meant
to let Williams do it all, and we could sit
in our deck chairs and direct him, you
know"
You lazy old thing" she cried Il do
believe you get worse and worse every day,
and the idea of wanting to look at papers
when you're on your honeymoon. ! Fever
heard of such thing
well, I'm sure you were as eager as
was for the letters this morning." he
laughed; lit would serve you right il
there were none, keeping me waiting all
this time for my break fast, too, ;" and he
cast a longing and smiling look towards
the little table under the awning.
Don't 90 yet, Harry she said; hes
Just coming now, and even as she spoke
the boat drew up at the yachts side. 1t
was, indeed, a goodly cargo that she car
ritd, baskets of oranges bananas aud
purple grapes whilst the other end of the
boat was mass of brilliant blossoms. and
on the seat beside the tall swarthy African
lay precious little packet of letters and
newspapers
''oh,' gasped Molly, who was an artist
in small way; 'oh, what glorious mass
of color, what lovely flowers"
"Meanwhile the men carried the baskets
on board, and Mr. Ashley, with his letters,
low deck chair.
Now, sweetheart he said. you'll
give me cup of tea. won't you? Here
are two letters for you do come and sit
down.
But Molly was kneeling beside the
flowers, burying her face first in one basket
then in another; and had to be coaxed
away and comfortably installed in her
Chinois wicker chair by Harry himself be-
fore she would settle down to breakfast
and her letters. Such petty picture as
she made her white dress and scarlet para
sol standing out against the deep blue of
the sea, and behind her the large baskets of
flowers and fruits.
They were both cngrossed in their posts
she, reading her first letters from home
since her trip he LOOKING over the latest