The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-01-09

and gasping for breath. Harry, Har-
ryr she said, tenderly leaning over
him and raising him on her arms.
"See! I've brought yo some water, all
fresh and pure out OFFS river"
His faded eyes frightened, and he
eagerly drank it, and then with smile
lay back on her breast. That's fine
an NICE" he said. "How dds go so
far? Thou's a good lass to go for
me-"
"Yo didna miss me while 1 was gone,
did yo. HarryP"
The boy looked up at her with low
ing smile and tear-filled eyes: 81 allus
miss yo. little sister, when yo's not wi
me-" She bent over him and passion
ately kissed his pale lips.
"An' now," she said, "yo mum go
to sleep, an I'll go too; and yo'll wake
up right an fine an well to-morrer,
an you'll never be sick no more"
"Wull noP'' said the boy, smiling
up at her eager face. "Yo looks lovely
to-right-like an angel" he said; and
added. after a minute, still smiling. al
can sleep now. Yo mum lie down by
AhC-cos anu PuS Jul IL Aouh
so; an now kiss me, little sister"
The moon streamed in on them IS
they lay clasped in one another's arms
asleep, their lips almost touching. and
the brown and gold of their hair shining
in the light
Harry woke first in dreamland TO find
himself sitting ON the bank of the river
in the moolight, waiting for his sister;
and as he waited all nature seemed to
wake Just to welcome him. The trees
that waved their stately arms and sill
vered foliage above him whispered:
Welcome! welcomer The little pollard
willows down by the water all nodded
and spoke to him CHEEKY words; the
sleepy flowers who sat swaying and
nodding on their stalks, opened their
brilliant eyes to smile at him; and even
the long, graceful grasses and rushes
rustled and bent and bowed towards
him, and did all they could to express
their goodwill. The very frogs stopped
croaking to look kindly at the sick boy,
with their bright eyes; and the crickets
ceased rubbing their legs for a minute.
go, how good it do feel to be herer'
he sighed, and fairly laughed for joy;
and all nature seemed to take up the
echo and laugh, too, for company; and
the frogs and crickets croaked and CHR
ruped louder than ever; and the bats
took up the falsetto parts in the cho-
rus; and the nightingale sang a solo that
thrilled him with its beauty.
His sister came then, wandering along
by the river, bright and happy, and sat
kissing his thin cheek, "yo wull get all
well again now; wull not yop" ~
And the river answered, tossing a
tiny wreath of shining spray on to her
lap: Eyes, yes; he will; he willr'
Harry" said the girl. clasping her
hands together, and looking up at the
shining and twinkling-"I feel so hap
py now, that it seems somehow G nd
die Just for nothin but Joy. Be 20 not
cheek against her brothers..
1T be all just so sweet an glorious,
sister, that cannot find the words to
put it into-I can on'y feel it here"
and he clasped his hands to his heart.
"Get up, get up" sang the river,
4" and come with me-"
So they got up and followed the
twistings and bendings of the stream
hand-in-hand. The girl noticed that at
every step his walk became lighter and
more buoyaat; warmer tinge flushed
into his pallid cheeks, and his eyes
seemed to have caught the radiance of
the stars. As for her, she went bound
ing and dancing along by his side, a
very impersonatiOn of youth and health
and happiness. In their joyous prog
ress they were never left alone. From
behind every tree they passed, and from
the tender heart of every flower, and up
from the silvery water, beamed the
CHEEKY faces of dryad and hamadryad,
elf and water-nymph, and every face
had q blessing in it. As for the river
itself it chattered and prattled and
laughed all the way. There never was
such a talkative river. Its spirits were
SO high that every time the wind MUIR
INJURED and rustled a kindly wish
through the trees it curved and CO.
quetted and dashed up arrowy, silver
pointed darts of water all round and
about the boy and girl. At last, after
wandering for long, happy while be-
meath the stars, they came to a lovely
moss-and-fiower carpeted dell in the
wood, overarched by branching trees,
whose foliage made a wonderful lacey
pattern against the gold-spangled blue
above, and in whose lap the river
lay clear, deep, emerald pool, on
whose translucent surface bloomed
numberless water-lilies. open to night,
against their custom, to do them honor,
and whose pure white blossoms. with
their snowy moon-brightened petals
and golden eyes, rose. Immediately
perfect from the noisome impurities
beneath, and sat queen-like among q
tangled network of long pink stalks
and shining, green, plate-like leaves.
The brother and sister stood still by
the waters brink, feeling hushed and
awed by the great, calm beauty of the
place. As they stood there silent, the
boy SO thin, and fragile and spiritually
fair, with the new and radiant light as
of another world shining in his blue
eyes, and the girl, in her sweet, strong
beauty, reminding one of the water
lilies at her feet, in that they were both
so fair and had equally sprung from
muddy impurity and filth, they seemed
emblems of spiritual and material life.
The river scarcely murmured now, but
just whispered as the trees waved gent
ly in the breeze, "Children, I have
brought you home to the spirits who
love you. Good night, good night
Then the children saw that they were
not alone, but that two figures clothed
in long, flowing draperies sat beneath
the dropping trees. They were both
beautiful, exceedingly; but the face oi
one was as the face of an angel, glorious
with an infinite peace and joy, while
the face of the other, though beautiful,
was sad, and drawn and tear-stained,
as though with passionate suffering
and pain. .-.-.-
children" said she with the sad,
solemn face, as they stood before them
silent and awed, "we have been wait
ing for you to-night-my sister and t.
and she smiled. The girl looked al
them, and instinctively shrank away