The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1898-12-17

should look at her as a curiosity. She
could imagine the quarrelS her mother
had had these two years and in her be-
half. Her mother would not move away
from the old neighborhood; she was
not that kind of woman. She staid
and had it out with the women. Her
mother loved her. Listen!
go" the pretty girl was saying, "he's
going to call tonight. Papa has never
met him yet, and-oh, nonsense" And
a pnkiness covered her face. There's
very little to tell. But of course papa
will want to see him, and-and-yes. it's
true, it's true, dear, and l am very, very
happy" And she laid her shining h aad
on the shoulder of her friend, whisper
ing.
"If I'd been the Lord" Hets mother
suddenly said, her bonnet at its rest
full angle over her eye, I'D never made
an inch of country. I hate it. The city's
good enough for me. Het that girl
front of us has got a stylish hat on.
Lizzie would copy it if she saw it."
But Het did not look that way. Moth
err" she said, maybe it would he better
if l went alone tonight. There's Lizzie,
you know, and of course she can't so
WIN us AuI lU'll lDlllOllbN Is NIlIlSl-
mas"
"I don't know why the whole family
should GO" interrupted her mother.
Tom Clark won't so. of course and
they'll be married in the winter. Oh,
Lizzie can take care of herself! Her
beau won't make a fool out of her. And
as for Christmas-bosh."
Het turned to the people in the car.
Her mother frOWned.
ooh. Harry Ludlow did that for you"
she said. any other man would have
stuck to the girl he'd asked to marry
him, no matter what she'd done. I'm
going west with you tonight, don't fret,
but ] don't say it amt hard" And then
there was silence for some little time.
"Hat." her mother then said. Il Won
der if it's true what that preaching
crank said -- that they hadn't said a
word against you to that firm out west.
| I never did believe in religious people.
/ They whip the old boy round the stump
all the time. I bet you he's told 'cm
| you were perfectly honest. but that
I temptation shouldn't be put in your
way. ! know them. They got out Of n
lie by the skin Of their teeth. What are
You looking at that girl SO hard for?"
civ 10 WIZ l'l'NAN' ~ VI 'i'h' ii'A'
"Shc is very happy. She is about my
age"
"Wen. you needn't try to catch every
word she says If she is" rctorted her
mother shes an affected piece Look
at her head on that other girls shoul-
der. I don't believe she's got an idea
above clothes-just like our Lizzie. I
forgot, though you haven't seen . de-
/ f1raC=T1 rrirl for We'll
look at her if you want. Now I am go
ing to sleep"
/ There was strange confusion in
Hcts mind. 1t was n sudden awaken
ing. Her eyes shifted from the girl in
front of her, but her ears We're open,
and the stray words she heard told her
of the great happiness of the girl-she
loved and was happy. Little by little
she gained the girls heart story-the
story of n summer in pretty place. a
man and his admiration. He was a
poor man. poorer than the girl, and
she was contemplating all manner of
tender sacrifices for sake Of him. hero
ism asserting itself in her fair little nod
die after her heart had surrendered it
self
Nearly an hour Het listened thus,
more and more stirred by what she
heard. holding her breath to catch ev-
cry whisper. anxious to miss nothing, to
know entirely the beauty of this love
and its promise. a woman should be n
willing sacrifice for those she loves. A
girl should help the man she loves at
any risk,
"Het,"
The train was in the long depot, the
people on their feet, her mothers ell
bows growing intimate with the anato-
my of her fellow pushers.
IIet turned and looked at the pretty
girl, who had possessed herself of a
dainty umbrella and was still talking
to her friend. Her eyes met those of
Het Instinctively, perhaps from pure
happiness, she smiled. That smile of
ease and joy showed Het still further
the distance between the girl and her.
self A willing sacrifice! Help those
she loves at any risk!
She reached the car door and looked
back, but the pretty girl had forgotten
her and was gazing from the window
for somebody Het, reaching the plat
form of the depot, glanced round and
saw a sun tanned young man going
over people to get to that window, such
a light in his eyes that made her hasten
to the side of her mother, whose arm
she grasped.
Don't hurry, mother" she said gasp.
inaly. She wanted to see the girl with
her lover. Wait"
Needn't to look for Lizzie" said hel
mother, striding on. "She couldn't neg.
lect her work. She's doing a girls wed.
ding things. The weddings next week
and they give extra pay for the rush
Lizzie got enough white silk out of ar
underskirt to trim a hat for you. The
idea of wearing white silk underclothes
Oh, come on. Anybody might suppose
you expected a beau to meet you like
that affected thing in the car. L saw
hers breaking his neck to get to her
Next year they'll be quarreling ant
fighting like cat and dog"
The pretty girl was lost. Het wa!
now out in the glare and the rattle o
the streets which had once been so IA
milar. but which now seemed bewilder
, ing after the order and the quiet of tn,
: past two years, yet she said nothing
showed nothing, going along beside he