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

ten feet square, filed with boxes. rags, and
rough-looking men, smoking, splitting, and
talking politics
Arah"i'a wanted to scream at sight of
them, but her dog screamed Tor her-so
loudly as to draw all the attention Of the
company to his proprietress
rs Mr.. Sawyer here?" she ventured to
ask, in trembling voice
Pm the chap" said a tall, shociheaded
man, in blue roundabout rising; ''and
now, who he you?''
Il am Miss Maude Arabella Witing--"
1.-The new schoolmarm? Why land sa,
what have you brung your dog for? You
don't calkerlate to keep school with him in
yer lap, do yep
pet is my confidential companion, sir:
1T would have broken his heart to have been
separated from mer'
'Wall, 'twouldn't "a been no great of a
loss! Did you know that dogs is taxed a
dollar head? AS don't care to pay such
taxes, | knocked my dog overr'
"oh, MIR. Sawyer! How could you? Didn't
it hurt him?'
81 'spect it did, but that warn't my
lookout. He was dead as . herring when
| picked him up. You'd better sarve
your'n just so! III finish him, and well
come, for W"
Arabella clasped Pet still closer, and
regarded Nh. Sawyer with look of horror.
ooh! wall, jest as you say. OF course, I
don't kcer! 'spose you've kept SCHOOL,"
mo, sir; this is my first attempt"
''Hum You don't look much as if
you d do to wallop Jenkins boys; but then
you We got relish hair, which is pretty
shure sign of grit. Come, jump into the
Vaughn. Where's your baggage?"
Arabela pointed it oat.
"Ihe land sayn' calculated Mr.. SAWYER.
what DO you calkerlate to have in all them
ere trunks? Most "a brung yer bedding,
Needn t "a done that; we've got plenty of
comfortahes in the fore room closet, What
have you got into that are bog?" Indicating
a guitar case; st looks like junk bottle
, with long handle to it,"
! THAT is my guitar
"Gittar! land say! That's what nv wife
had in her head, last year Stopped her
nose up so that twas wusa than no nose al
, all! She took snuff for it. Yes, twas the
gittar Tor sartn. Same kind, III bet. She
won't he "illing for We to bring it into the
r mouse, but as you've got it boxed up,
: 'twon't be likely to do much hurt"
| "Whcre is your carriage" inquired Ara.
bella, anxious to escape from the curious
glances Of the crowd about the depot, each
! one OF whom had taken a complete inven-
tory Of everything anout her person.
Fright here" pointing to a tall, anti
, quated horse cart with a board across the
sides for seat the whole concern painted
, Il flaming red, with the wheels "Climb
right in over the wheel. The boss is iist as
stidy as sheep! Don't be afeard"
Goodness graciousn
lilo! you hain't used to climbing, l
guess. Why, my dartcr Bets would 20 rite
into that Vaughn without fetching hand!
Sam, to one Of the crowd, ego in and bring
ont out shoe box"
Sam did as directed, and Arabella
mounted the box, and from thence reached
the wheel Of the cart. She tumhed in with
so much force "a to disodgc poor Pet who
brought up in neighboring mud puddle,
and crushed in the hrm of her bonnet till
it bore strong resemblance to an old-fash-
Toned chase top.
Sam secured the dog, wiped him on a
piece of newspaper, and restored him to his
agonized mistress.
The trunks were already in; Mr.. Sawyer
seated himself up in front-cracked his
whip rkcd out, "G'lang!" and off they
went.
The ride was good exercise to both mind
and body. Arabeila was obliged to exert
herself to the utmost to keep from pitching
out of the cart and poor little Pet trembled
like poplar leaf, and groaned bitterly.
They drew up, at last, at Mr.. Sawyer's
front door. Mrs. Sawyer black-eved,
angular woman, came out TO meet them.
"Deary NE! is this the schoolmarm?
Why, she looks eggsactly like Polly Marion
Scriggings, don't She, Ebcn? Polly Marion's
terrible trial to her poor ma!-so proud,
and full of vanity! What s happened to yer
bunnit? | DO hate the sight of them ere
kind of bunnits! they look like a hod with
a flower garding into one end of it! Whose
dog is that are? Deary me! how ugly he is!
Come in, do! Ben'll hist We down. Here,
Ben, come and hist the schoolmarm downr,
Ben, broad-shouldered, handsome young
fellow, in his shirt sleeves, advanced and
performed the delicate operation as politely
as could have been expected under the
circumstances.
"Where am to board?" asked Arabella
settling herself in the best rocking-chair in
q corner of the "iorc ROOM"
Ground! That's the fashion here. You'll
stay with me week, and then You'll 90 to
Peavey's. Ipty your condition when you
git there! Peavey's folks is the awfullest