The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1904-08-20
CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.

wedding ring from her pretty white mn
ger and gave ii to Will, telling him t"
20 and colme back no more forever. The
old river is mulnuIing, SwcVtly muir
mlrrin@; and Il broad-faccd moon is peer
ing down ON the sparkling waters as it
sings along. on it's way to the great sea,
to pass that way never more. The
broad. Write stretch from "luma' across
the romantic 0,d river, even from Cecil
to Hartford resembles Il sea of mixed sill
yer and gold. At many of the home
StcadS the river along. CANNES Hrc bay
ing.
And the whip-poor-will is calling loud
and Shrill.
Where the maple leaves are falling on
the hill.
Whip-poor-will. whip-poNr-will.
Iiut We lovely queens of the valley of
pure white lilies, see. oh see. there glidcs
one HOW. And we know that vision of
lrvClinrsS. dear reader for there is none
other in all this broad land more beau
tiful than Oracle Mcrrctt And she re-
~cmblcS voritahlc scraphim. which had
Just escaped from the flaming chariot of
the God of the evening. Tonight. her
lovely yellow hair is falling around her
graceful shoulders like II torrent of span
gold.
Every mCaAlit nj ght does Grace como
down to the dear old tryStinG place (hcr's
and Willis that she may pray to the
tiod She loves for the safe return of
her sweetheart And nowhere elise will
satisfy Grace for her hour of Supplca
ton and weeping save under this spread
ing oak. where she can hear the sweet
hahble of the waters below and the
muurnful chant of the whippoorwill
above. Grace was not afraid to come to
this loved spot at night, especially when
fair 'luEa' WAS in her meridian, and
kissing both mead and flood, oh, so low
ingly. because she imagined that the
spirit of her far away lover was CON
stantly lowering near her, when she was
at their old meeting place ut night time.
But. hear the wall of the poor heart
sick maiden. when she fails ON her knees
under the tree
"Oh. Father in Heaven" she means,
"protect my true lover. while on the
CORY field of strife, and send him back
to his heart-hlokcn pomiScd wife
Then she bursts out in weeping and
her pretty dark blue eyes are drowned
by bitter hcart->calding tears.
But how weird everything does APP
pear. The dolcful whiIpoorwill up yon-
der hill. the glowing tirctlics, and squeak
ing tCldS hcreahOutS and murmurlng old
river below.
But at last. the tain. graceful form
arises and lovely Grace Mclrctt slowly
posses up the incline to her magnificent
home on the summit Of the HILL
We are compelled to surrender sew
rral weeks of time to the ever greedy
past inai>much as old father time will
not wait. even for a writer. we there
fore open up to our readers this lovely
afternoon or evening in mild Scptcmer
How short the days have grown even
in September, there has fallen breath
of wntcr--a chill. cold breath that tells
us that Sumer lies behind
1t is close on to October.
Already the grass has assumed its So
Der galb of brown: "A general ealthineSS
is everywhere. The leaves are falling,
not now in careful couples OF one by
one. but in whole SHOWERS, slowly, Sor-
rowfully, as though loath to quit the
signing branches; their last faint rust
ling making their death-song.
Passing out of the lawn yonter at the
naples Gracc's lovely home. is a bevy
Of pretty girls. and they are chatting
and laughing in II joyous strain AZ
though glad because of some happy turn
of events in their young lives.
Oh exclaimed one of the bevy, Il
do wish that Will Mason were here.
then | know that our enterprise would
be n success"
YES" sld another. then Oracle
would take hold with II vim. whereas.
now She will do npthing but NOPE around
home and more dead than alive.
just now. one of the girls turns to
shake Il day day ut Grace. who had fol-
lowed them as far as the maple grove.
ANA WAS now standing and Shading her
azure ulbS from the gorgeous sunset.
She responded with the disengaged hand.
but it was only Il half-hcaltcd response.
But. dear reader. | know that you are
very anxious to catch on rs to what this
scheme. this enterprise is which these
Young ladies have started Mt Port, ttht
pet name of the unique village under
the liln and because This talked Of On.
tcrplizc is To have Il wonderful hearing
on this narrative, and without winch the
writer would be compelled to- cut it very
short. and because the old scribe Knows
it ALL and little more besides, he will
give il all in a nutshell right now.
Tire good people of Port and vicinity
who belonged to the dear little NJ. f.
Church. which edificc is still standing il
the village under the hill, were going tc
have n rummagc sale for the purpose OF
rasu" funds to purchase Il library fol
their Sunday School. The young folk,
were to do the rummaging around the
nci@hborhood, in quest Of whatever they
could beg for this auction which was tC
he held in the little meeting house just
two weeks hence.
Now. be it known. that both cur here
and his sweetheart had been zcalOus
workers in both church and Sunday
School, because. since tiny childhood
they had trOttcd hand in hand, every
Sabbath, down over old Rock Run, t.
Sabbath School. And woe be unto The
boy who would dare make why faces al
Wills little sweetheart either coming OF
going. for it were better for the urchir
had he stopped at home.
Grace and Will had been sweetheart:
all of their lives, and they had ATTENDED
the same school in Port until they were
1G years of age. and Oracle would in
variably wait at the NAPLES for her Will
whose home was short way above, ant