The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1904-09-03

| lplllllng 10 Il monster rock. while her
| dark eyes We're heaming with mirth and
| intelligence whose evcr-Springing foun-
tain of happiness was 50 full that it
| found expression in little piquant geS-
| turtS. brief words and smiles that were
like glins of sunshine, said there. oh
there, see is dear old Skdloc.'
| Mr.. Prentice said that her very pres
encc lifted him to Il higher plain. and
gave Il greater capacity for enjoyment,
and sometimes simply an arch smile or
I'm unexpected tone from her sweet lips
set his nerves vibrating in manner ms
| delightful as it was uneXplainablc by
any past experiences that he could rc-
| call.
Mrs. Alice &. Shippers who is an au-
| thOrc<e' and poctcsDs herself. once. said in
an article concerning Little Brunette
at was Il lovely summer evening over
| thirty years ago. when riding through Il
| lovely country road on horseback. that
| | SAW picture which remains until this
day indcibly stamped upon my memory.
| II is that of Il girl in her teens. slightly
| below medium height. with wealth of
| dark hair falling in thick curls to her
waist, Il round rosy face, the distinguish
| ing feature of which was pair of large
dreamy brown eyes, acccntuatcd by deli
catcly pcncilcd browS, and long. Silkcn
lHShcS. | can even recall the color Of
| the gown she wore, a most dainty blue.
| AS | rode slowly. very slowly, by the Old
| farmhouse gate over which She was lean
| ing we looked at each other and smiled
But with the awkward >hyncSS of Il
school girl and to my eternal regret
| RETAINED from speaking, although know
! ing that she was in that locality at the
time. | instiEctivoly OWNED that the
| figure at the gate was Cccil'S then ia
| nous poctcsS, Emma Alice Browne
Now, dear reader please indulge me
| for short season, because there is a
| sweet little romance hanging just above
Little Blrnctte's glossy black head at
| this point. | said sweet romance. but
think | will change the phraScology and
say pathetic romance, because it had Il
very sad ending.
| | shall call the friendly reader to one
| side. and away from the main thread of
| the narrative because the romance men
TONED directly concerns our sweet Little
| Brunette. And | am sure that two
thirds of my readers have already nomi-
| mated the little soul singer as the heroine
| of this story. and at the finish | know
that the little darling will be ovcrwhclm-
| ingly elected to that position. And this
! is my excuse for calling YOU aside at
| this epoch.
The romance came around like this
! After the editor of the Louisville CCnr-
Ter Journal had returned to his home in
the sunny South and after he had sung
| the praises of our Little Brunette in his
classic Journal and rcpuhli>hcd many Of
| her >Dul-StIring songs. Il letter came To
| old Port Deposit addressed to the author
cSS of "Skdlpc Rock 1t wgls post
marked New Orleans. La. But imagine
the surprise of little Brunette when she
broke the seal of the cpiStle and found
| therein the photograph of handsome
youth, with laughing blue eyes. and light
| curly hair. and the expression nf his
| cUuntrnancc WAS lis d"hOnair as that of
n cooling infant.
The letter begged her to retain the pic
| turc and to send hers in return. be
cause" said he Il am desperately in
love with the radiant singing bird of the
SuSquohanna. And several sweetheart
Letters had been exchanged and the very
last one from "niNi' the writer had
pushed forth thus
| Il ann coming lovely Brunette.
| Watch for year Romeo. little Juliet.
| Let Your virgil begin
| At carly twilight precious G'riin.
| t., at the rustic gate
| When ! ,nmc in light"
And how >trIngr that Little Rrugrttr's
Romeo >AoHI GENE to- his Juliet Oh The
very evening that pretty little Alice Coz,
! =