The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1905-03-25

IL rvOuS and restless. | walked the floor
or stood on the platform. The train
mnvrd oh. - slowly. | sat down and
tried to read. but discovered that | had
I'll" paper upside down. got NJ. wcnt
into the smoker and lit q cigar but the
| lighted cpd went out while | chrwch re-
lmorSclcS>ly ut the other. Then | paced
the ilror again. Should send her word
that | WAS in town and would call. or
should | take her by surprise? ! would
take her by surprise, and see what she
would say and do. Wouldn't she he
luStOuiShcd to see me back so carly.
| | did EUt wait for the train to stop
before jumped If and started down
| the lr.utfGrm. y cabman took hold of
|my travelling case. Cab. Mister! Ii"
said. ] gave tn, man Il deprecatng look
| shook my head and went CI--cahs were
| too slow for me. just then. | Went
| direct to my old rOoming-placc, whittier
! my clothes had been expressed made
myself aS pr. ~cn'ahIe a>' | could. and
| hurried dow IL sec my Mabel" How
| ur!lised and picr."d She would he to
see me,
| Il was how late in September. but the
| light WAS warm aud the moon and stars
>honc brightly. How much like the night
| when | halr my .ovc goodby, | thought.
- | walker rapidly clown the almost
'!c ertcd S'ro'i. rad arrived carly. and
'.nt m%ny Of the StlilcntS were Lack yet.
| | whi~;Icd srftly - Mr<Clf. The river
| MT rtu ccIIiUg III" mu!. the frogs
rrplkrd mrlTily. and an owl in tn"
| woodland au>W' red %alv, "GOu-u. ylu-
Til. All. :hcy all rem rmbcrrd me and
were Glad had returned. And she
w'.miI Ne ::!ud r,.'.
reached thr hou>r walked boldly mp
and - :! ihr bell. ~ ! waited FIR the
| . 0'Ii'! of her iiGht Sep. rae words of the
III" "'rS far one 'l'inc., Sake Hc~,r.
81 TO my ears. and thought # the XII"
should soon receive. "fGr Oh times
slke."
| | heard step. The door Of tn" sitting
| / ,m opened. My heart beat l'udly.
| The door before me swung back. lnvn-
unfairly, leaned forward. but strange
g.ll stood in the doorway.
| is Miss Harley in?' | asked. di>ap-
pointed. but cXpcctnnt.
| Miss Harley: Ne. sir. They do not
live her any more" She replied. looking
at me quiZZicallv. She was Il trim,
plump little woman, with golden hair
| and bright blue eyes. and a fascinating
smile which played about the corners of
her Rosy lips. But | had no heart for
this type of bcauty-my mind wits full
Of the pale cheeks and brown eyes which
| had come to see. and which were not
here.
Can you tell me where | can find
herr asked.
mo. sir. They moved ont two weeks
ago. Do not know where they have
gone
THANK you.' | said. and turned away.
| looked ut my watch. 1t still lacked
IL minutes of s o'clock. hurried to
the poStollice.
is there any mail for Norton May
nor!" | asked.
| The clerk, who was Il new man. took
ont Il handful of letters and looked care
fully through them.
Morton MHyn"r?' he asked.
YES. sir"
you were expecting mail forwardcd:"
Il was
"From Wavcrly.
Yes"
| He looked at me then again ut Il let
ter. then handed it TO me. 1t was adj
dressed in the well known handwriting
4 turned to the light. and with trembling
fingers tore il open. The letter felt
thin. | opened il grccdily. Should | sec
her yet tonight? | read the first line.
"Forgivc me- Norton.' it said. I'm to be
married to Frank Addison
| crushed the dainty. perfumcd paper
in my hand and strobe into the night.
| The Sickening grumble of the river. the
dismal croaking of the frogs and the
knocking call Of the owl greeted me aS |
walked slowly. diZZily toward my room.
| What was before me! Not the pleasures
| | had locked forward to-nor the moon
| light rnmhleS not the excursions on the
river They had all faded, and in their
place doomed up another year of hard,
drudgng study. As | closed the door
upon the iecring stars. thought bitterly
of the lines she had quoted to me on. the
night of our first meeting:
| Put not your trust in woman, for she il
| false:
Heed not her vows. ror they will broken
| he.
| How true they We're, and | almost
cursed the little mouth and soft eyes
which had smiled up at me as she re-
pcated them.
Yes. little one. this is the story of
your grandfathcr'S first love-" | said, as
the little goraen-haired girl on my knee
turned hire big eyes questioningly up to
mine
| "And you didn't marry grandma after