The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1897-07-17


and spring of mechanical toy.
Laws! Mercy sakes! WAL, never in all
my life If that don't beat the Dutch''
Aunt Jerusha's vis-a-vis at the table near
the window she had unceremonously flung
up was handsome young man-an artist
in fact-who had come to Seedvile to
sketch. He took no trouble to explain
himself to its villagers, but dropped as
simply as possible into the simplicity OF
it's life.
"Mrs. Spearmint," he said mildly, iii
you will close that window my buckwheats
and sausage will be much warmer"
ooh, but sakes alive" she responded.
'Do look quick and never mind your buck
wheats Amt that the curioustest thing
you ever did see in all your horn days
and there amt the shadder of horse
to it,"
Villas Stansfeld grew interested He
tore himself from his buckwheats and pro-
jected his head from the window, staring
down the narrow by street on which Aunt
Jerusha lived with the true Seedville stare.
Caesars ghost"'
"What! Be it ghost?" asked Aunt
Jerusha, yanlSing in her head and looking
keenly at him, as if one or the other of
them might be growing crazy.
~ might have known that no one but
Miss Waterloo would have ventured into
this region with an automobile tilbury.
That bridge will never hold her. And
Selling his hat he rushed out of the house
and down the narrow elm shaded street
after the horseless carriage.
"Whatever has struck that man?' cried
Aunt Jerusha, bringing down the window
with bang, now that the show was out OF
sight. ''What did he call it? Waterloo
was it? Wait till 90 tell Susan Sparrer
hawk I've seen a WATERLOO" and she hur
ried next door with this Wellingtonian OF
Napoleonic piece of news.
The news affected the Sparrcrhawks as il
had Aunt Jerusha. They threw up thu
window and elected their heads, but witt
no satisfactory result Sam caught up hi
hat and rushed down the street after Mr.
Villas Stansiield, who sprang along in tn,
wake of the automobile tilbury at a college
acquired gait.
1t was very choice vehicle, enameled il
dark green and upholstered in russo
leather. In the middle of the seat, dressed
in dark green and russell. to match thu
tilbury, was a very young woman maneu
vering the motor as if her only desire wa
to keep her turnout at the top of its speed
Villas Stansfield could not overtake it
He called. He flung pebbles at it. lit
whistled. 1t spashed through the puddle
and bumped over the inequalities of thu
village byroad as if nothing would hi
allowed to stop it. In moment it would
be upon bridge, crumbling bit of antique
architecture that Seedville had chung to a.
a foot way long after they knew it was un
able to hold even the doctors chaise. Re
cent heavy rains had now all but WASHED
away its supports The automobile tilbulN
was as surely headed tor an accident as any
whirring express with howldsr on tn
tracks. He turned white and whistleC
again, this time the tune he and she haC
sung in duet, AS with this same horseles
tilbury they had rolled along the hard
broad roads in southwest England.
She still whirled on.
He put his fingers to his lips and in
creased the strength Of the whistle.
She stopped the wheels Of her carriage
on the very edge of the decrept bridge
turning white, toe, but not because of thu
danger.
"Mr Stansiield, she said severely as hi
came up, may ask what this means?'
Certainly" he said, touching his hat
"You can't cross that bridge Its not saft
for foot Passengers. l saw you from my
you"
every kind, Pm sure she said, with
little toss of her russell feathers, "but Ivt
no wish to have you save my life a secont
time. We had enough of that melodramf
at Bude," and she put her hands on tht
motor handles again.
"Pm in earnest, Miss Waterloo. You
must not cross that bridge unless you wan
to be drowned"
SPIN in earnest, too. 1 shall cross tina
bridge, and l won't have you save my life
The obligations of having you save me a
Bude are enough
every we'll, he replied in hard crisI
tone. II won't save it, then. But her,
comes man whom l know. Sam," h,
called, "show this lady how to get across
by the other bridge" and resuming his ha
he walked rapidly back to the village.
ats nonsense" cried Miss Waterloo a.
soon as Villas Stansfield was out of sight
''Of course can 20 over this bridge
have crossed two this morning that WERE
quite as bad.'
''To tell the truth, now," said San
slowly, "he's about right. / wouldn'
drive our COW over the bridge since the
rain. Why it ate the mortar right out
tween the stones. I'll show you the way
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