The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1902-02-15

white Lilies hllOul"G Nonder next tn"
strcnmlct, the waters oC which are gld-
ing SO swcrtly by. Soc she has her sun
bonnet in her toll Drowned hand, her
heavy growth of glossy hair resembles
blacklist ,ii with the morning sun dane
Ing through the trees thereon. The
flowers are resting in the cool, sweet
breeze. and the mornin" air is musical
with song of birds. The faint sweet
music Of the wind. the sweet babbling 81
the dancing waters Of the Little Elk, and
the rustic of the green leaves, is the only
sound that breaks the silence. Then the
slanting sunlight fell on the lovely
French girls face. and the sunbeams
never fell on Il farcr maiden before.
Her complexion was cXquisitey fair.
with faint tint on her round cheeks like
the delicate col0ring in the heart Of sea
shell. Her black eyes were beautifully
expressive hut with an unusual gravity
within their mystic depths which i'm
pressed every one. while her manner was
quiet and Sclf-contancd. She had not
been i'll this country very long and she
had the beautiful accent in her sweet
voice peculiar to thos" coming from the
south of sunny France. When she spok,
q peculiar melody struck the hearers
ears. But when she laughed it was like
soft winds playing among countless sill
yer bells.
All, now mcthinks. that many young
lady readers are wondering as to what
the pretty maid wore on this occasion.
which made her so beautiful, her neat
hitting calico gown, with sun-bonnet
shoes and stockings, such as were worn
by the girls of antiquity. was her make
up on that morning that we find her in
Bulls Meadow. And now reader we
have our heroine with us. She is now
slowly pacing up and down a glade next
70 the brook and anon she turns her
lovely black orbs and gazcs wistfully
coward the new railroad, which has only
been recently built. She seems to be
longing for some object to appear at that
point. Oh, see it is there handsome
young man bounds over the fence and
runs down to the glade, and two pairs of
is raining kisses of pure love on the
cherry ripe lips of his true love- And
our heroine is cxclaiming, "Oh, Emil,
Emil, you stay long dis morning"
Il could not come before nv pretty
Susette." The rest of the conversation
was in French and we may as well ring
down the curtain for short time on this
loving Romeo and Juliet
Now see nrptty SuSpttn ,afnyouy Il a rn
not have handsome Emil Durand visit
her mt her home, because her stern father
powerful Frenchman. had forbidden
his lovely daughter to hold intercourse
with him, and in fact he wanted his
Susette, to marry another. But oh. how
madly she loved Emil Durand, her great
love was reciprocatcd by her Emil At
TINS time their conversation is well mixed
with French and English, and we hear
Emil say, I'VE will get married my
pretty Susettc, and go to the West, where
Will soon make Il fortune for my pretty
wife. l have money enough to furnish
small house, and | will dig every day
in the mine until we have enough money
to go back to sunny France
"Oh, Emil, Emil, how can leave my
dear old parents, to go so far and 10 b"
away so long
but see. my pretty sweetheart. | 90
anyway. but oh, it will surely break my
heart to be absent from my Susettc. so
long"
There stood the beautiful black-haire
girl, with eyes as black as the wings of
Poe's raven, while the spring sunshine
shot ruby bars of pure gold athwart the
beautiful meadow. How the sunlight.
wine red. sparklcd on the surface of the
babblng brook. How beautiful the
brides were warbling in the branches of
the beecheS and birchcS that fringe the
stream along. y bull-inch perched just
above her head seemed to be repeating
to pretty Susette. these words, Go. Su-
settle. go with your Emil" And this de-
cided our heroine, for she suddenly ex-
claimed, oh | will marry. and 20 any
where with you my own Emil. But
will first tell my other loved ones of what
! intend to do, for no true christian will
ever deceive their parents" And our
Romeo and Juliet arranged their plans,
while pacing the lovely glade in the de-
lightful TRUSTING place of yore.
Sweet seasons of love where the fairy
queen trips
At eve through the star-lighted grove;
What vows are now breathed where the
honey bee sips
What cheeks whose bright beauties the
roses eclipse.
All crimsOned with bushes Those rose
tinted lips
Are moist with the kisses of love-"
They determined to put on a bold front
and go to the parents of Susette, and
plead with the stern father for permits
sion to marry ftpr much Dlpa ding nv