The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-06-26
would rather live in New York than
Washingt

would rather i've IN New 1Ork tnaI
Washington"
can Often take a run back here, for a few
days, to say .'how d,ye?' and kiss Jessie
you. know"
That very day Col. st. Orme wrote t.
his friends of the lobbies to secure the va
cant place for a capital young man, a par
ticular friend and protege of his.
twas done, and in brief time Loui:
Gordon was in Washington, ensconced
four hours per diem, in dusty recess, be
hind a tall desk with attenuated legs, hav
ing very little to trouble himself about
while money flowed into his pockets fast
er that ever before.
Thus six months rolled away.
Col. st. Ormc was not much of letter
writer, but he contrived to keep Louis
posted up concerning matters of interest
in New York, and especially concerning
Jesse Steyne. Louis returned, once Oh
twice, to see his benefactor and his be
trothed, and everything seemed more and
more couleur dc rose to the young man.
|. For some weeks, however, the letter
from New York had been irregular.
Jessie had not written once and the colonel
made no mention of her, futher than to
say that he had not met her lately.
Much troubled, Louis decided TO fathom
the mystery. He wrote long letter to
Jessie, begging her TO reply Immediately,
and telling her that if he did not hear from
her within three days, he would visit New
York again, as soon as possible,
Just as he flashed this epistle, e,eand
was about to seal it, he was called by San
older elerk. EsaszsA w = = j
"Wellg'
Here are friends of yours"
Il
lady-the former an attache of one of
called to took about the office, and being
acquainted with Gordon, desired him TO
act as guide.
They visited the various departments
talking pleasantly, and expressing much
curiosity, which, in the gentleman, gave
rise tn large number of brief notes in
from which he intended TO get
up an article for his paper. To the lady,
the deskewhere the desks where the dead
letters aIc opened and examined were the
most interesting. Few women have the
firmness to Withstand the temptation of
reading other peoples letters, when they
can do SO with impunity.
"What becomes of all these lettersy'
asked she.
r"If they contain valuables, they are
returned to the writers. If not, they are
burned. Here, John, hand me few of
those opened letters"
The clerk passed a 'haIf-dozen Imissives
to Louis, who glanced over their contents,
and gave them, one by one to the editor
and his wife.
5 The last one he read, he did not show
them; it was blofted with tears, and writ
ten with a trembling hand: rgalE;rrcI
"NEw YORK, May 13.
"JAMEs:-Why do you not come, as you
promised? Have you, then, really aban-
doned me at last--me, who gave up every
thing for yous Was it not enough that l
shoul throw my friends, my position
aye, my honor-upon the altar of your
love, and see all consumed VITA smile
Was it not enough that should resign
that single hearted, honest man, Louis
Gordon, to make way for a less holy tie
than he offered me? What greater sscri-
fee could you ask Of me, to strengthen the
bond between you and your artbroken,
but still-loving. .iif h@5E tJEssR"
, Louis turned the letter over. 1t was ad-
dressed to Colonel ]. St. Orrne, NO
street" The colonel lived in
Thirty fourth street, and the letter, being
had, of course, gone to the
dead letter Office
In an instant, the true character of the
old man flashed upon him.. He felt dizzy
faint, and was forced to support himself
against the office rsilngs., .Isnt't it odd ~
said the editors S%ife, doing %nothing all
day but reading letterss You must find
out some curious things. you clerks n 10
I'VE do," gasped Louis.-[New York
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