The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1901-11-23

| list. Rushing to the speaking tube, he
| yelled down to the circulation man to
stop the press and to send out none Of
the papers already printed The press
was stopped, but 5000 papers had al
ready been put out and We're going to
| the dealers us fast us horses could gal
| lop.
The article was lifted out, special"
put in its place, and the printing pro-
| ceeded. When Jones came back from
the composing room, the grinning faces
of the staff, Jackson's included grew
sober, and they read in silence the re-
mainder of this strange narrative:
AS Deacon Wilson was driving down
Main street last evening in his buck
| board behind the new team which he
bought from Squire Williams last week
the team took fright and dashed away
down the hill at Munsons mills imper-
| Hing the life of the deacon and of q
Mrs. Doyle and several others.
1t seems that Mrs. Doyle, a worthy
| washerwomm whose husband is in Jail
for failing to support her. was waiting
with basket of clothes at the Grand
street crossing when Mr.. Wilson came
| driving along. 1t seems also that she
washes for his family, and therefore he
asked her to put the clothes on the
blackboard, being the very personitica-
ton of good nature.
But, all, they were lovers! Many
| sleepless night had he spent in thinking
of Lefty. That was his pet name for
her. True, she was of low degree as the
world would compare her to him, but at
his age what does passionate love care
for the opinions of old fogies? IIe-vow-
ed that he would have her, and it was
his purpose in going out that morning
to meet her as if by accident to take
her rowing on the lake and there put to
her the momentous question which was
to seal his fate.
How the plan succeeded the reader
| already knows
Leaning upon the cars, while he bent
on her look of the most touching ten
derness, he said:
Jump in, Mrs. Doyle. Save your car
fare, woman. Put the clothes on behind
there" said he.
She had put the clothes on the back
| of the blackboard and her foot was on
the step to ascend to the seat beside
the deacon when something startled the
horses, and off they bounded down the
steep grade between Grand and Union
streets. Mrs. Doyle is very stout and
heavy, and as the deacon is weak from
age he had to give both hands to the
rcins, and so she had to cling on as
best she could. Down the hill dashed
the horses, and off began to fly the top
rows of linen in the basket
Seeing the woman's great peril if she
should let go, the deacon shouted to
her, at the same time pulling the horses
to the left with all his feeble strength
to avoid milk wagon.
Il have brought this about so that |
would have a fitting opportunity of
making known to you my hearts Sc
cret Could anything be more romantic
than this situation? We are alone. The
birds are singing in the woods close by,
and all their songs are of love- They
teach us. Would that | could sing now
what my heart is so full of. Like bird
would / carol it forth! But since that
must not be | will tell it simply and
plainly. Thank heaven, there are no
other ears to hear and there is no one
to sheer at the ardent expression of my
love. Yes, | said love, for the moment
has come when | must say to you with
all the fire of my romantic nature
Hang on, my good woman! Hang on
tight, or you're a goner!"
At Steubcn street an old man whose
name could not be asccrtained was al
most run over by the flying steeds. One
of Hogar's coal wagons stood q little
way below, and the deacon had to saw
hard on the mouths of the horses to
clear ii. Mrs. Doyle heretofore had
been too much scared to utter a sound.
but just at this point she recovered her
breath and made the welkin ring, so to
speak, with her shricis of despair. The
deacon. even though his hands were
full, soothed her by calling out
STEADY there. Mrs. Doyle! Steady
for just another moment now Hold
on fast with both hands. Don't be
forever looking back and remember
that | love you, love you. love you!"
She smiled and blushed and brushed
back from her temples with both her
beautiful. dimplcd hands the golden
locks with which the breeze was toy
ing
II" waited FOR an answer. hut ST."
made none. Taking up the bit of deli.
cate embroidery which had fallen ut
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