The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-07-03

at being rcleeated to Ned Schenck's care
who was strong and good-tempered, n,
doubt, but neither good-looking nor rich
1t was not from pure desire TO tease tina
Grace called out, in her soft drawlin!
tones: "Doll, you are really miracle
never expected to see you mind a MAJ
SO implicitly"
Dora was indignant She knew ver,
well that Grace could be spiteful; but tn:
spite did not hurt her as much as the an
swering consciousness that, in spite OF he
fine theories, she had been most implicitly
Submissive 10 Mr.. Horizons escort. Th'
\ girlish silly pride that was her great faul
rose in arms; she did not answer Grace
but with resolute look on her flushed
face, sprang onward after her own fashion
stumbling and clinging as well as she
could, every moment expecting Mr.. Hor
ton TO advise or demonstrate, then went or
needing his voice no more.
She expected in vain. He said nothing
and the smile on his face would not have
pleased her; he only followed fast behind
her till they came to little grassy plat
form at the bend of the steam, where the
rocks retreated and the trees had beer
swept away directly in front of the last and
highest fall, which descended here at right
angles with the rest of the stream, behind
| cliff that hid it entirely from the lower
pool.
! Grace had stopped far below; she was
heated and tired, and angry too. Ned
Schenck did not mind her petulance, for he
did not care for her; SO he sat down on the
other end of the.log where she had seated
herself. and profancd the delicate forest
odors with a cigar. Dora stopped a mo-
ment to take breath and admire the beau
tiful fall before them, which dashed Its
white water down the sheer black rock,
and sprinkled with bright dew the iuxqr-
| liant ferns and vines that fringed the banks
on either side. Then she turned to follow
the very slight indication of path up
ward. Mr.. Horton was ready to follow !;
but the moment she set her foot on the
rock which was her first step, and extended
her hand to grasp ledge above, which
must be climbed, he cried out, in loud.
imperative voice, Dora. stop"
The voice was so decisive, so powerful,
SO full OF that command which is the
counterpart of obedience, that without a
thought of rebellion Dora stood like a
statue. In an instant Mr.. Horton put his
arm about her, swung her back, and began
to strike rapidly end fiercely ut something
on the crest of the ledge; and in another
minute he lifted dead rattlesnake on his
cane and flung it far into the stream.
Dora turned sick, and sat down on a stones
shuddering and pale. Mr.. Horton said
Excuse me- Miss Scherck; the danger
was too near for me to be less imperative"
Dora shivered. IF you had not
should be dead now"
"Not at ALL" laughed Mr.. Horton. II
know these woods too we'll to be ever with
out the proper alleviations for snake
bite, but never yet used them, though l
have met and killed a good many. Rattle
snakes are dull creatures unless they coil
and spring, and one blow with a heavy
stick will kill them. Very few people die
of their bites. have only heard of one
case in these regions, and that was child
that had strayed alone into the woods
He purposely lightcned his explanation.
that Dora might calm herself; he did not
know it was still throbbing through her
heart that he had called her "Dora." Her
natiyely generous instinct demanded some
thanks to be paid but she could not speak
yet; she was shyly glad, yet angry with
herself for being glad; and trembling so
with the sudden nervous shock, she could
not for some minutes speak again.
Mr.. Horton stepped down to the waters
edge, and seemed absorbed in looking at
the fall, but his heart beat as wildly as
hers; in that moment of danger he had
discovered what deep hold Dora had taken
vi Ills lllc, nC ulu uol tlfAnA Vi ACh ohht
ness to be his wife, of her scorn, her wild
impulses, her quick temper. Like many
another man in his case, he thought only
for her beauty and sweetness, and felt that
she must love him, or he would be miser-
able. Blessed ordination of things! If
man or woman chose their mates as they
do their shoes or their books, with deliber
alton and cool jud sment this dear, delight
full, naughty old world would come to a
sudden end; it is the wisdom of Provi-
dence that they never do.
1t seemed an hour to both of these aston
ished people yet it was barely five min
utes, before Dora looked up at Mr.. Horton
and said: Il don't know how to thank
you. / can acknowledge now 1t is good
to mind q man-sometimes, There was
soft arch look in the beautiful dark eyes
that contradicted the quivering lips; but
the lovely blushing face told what Dora
never meant to tell. Mr.. Horton knelt
down on the grass beside her.
'Oh, Dora, would not be a tyrant," he
said and Dora dropped her head SO low
it rested on his shoulder.
Mrs. Horton always declared that her
husband never asked her to marry him,
which he Indignantly denied as often as
she asserted Is; but however the union
came about, it was true-for everybody
said so-that no gentler, sweeter, happier
minister's wife ever filled the difficult po-
sition in the city of Ludlow, where Mr..
Horton was settled; even Grace Ham,
ilton could not find fault with this match,
though she had predicted all sorts
of sorruws from its radical unfit
ness" But time had not softened Grace's
native spite, though she controlled 1t dur
ing her brief visit at the parsonage. On
the next Christmas morning package
came by express, directed to Mr.. Horton;
on the inner cover of the thin box was
written, "For Dolls ROOM" and as the
last fold of .tissue-paper was lifted, an elab-
orately illuminated motto appeared:
Come Ss :. when .as.,! !Ss,re s'd called.
-s, And you'll never DO child"
Her husband was looking over Dora's
shoulder, and they both laughed. Grace's
arrow was pointless for such love and hap
piness.
awe only changed my mind" said
Dora, "and that is every woman's priyi-
lego"
'sAnd I have only abdicated, and that
any king may do" retorted her husband.
"Haye you?" said his wife, incredu-
lously.
The truth was that neither knew how to
differ from the other in comfort.
struck Dead.
One of the most terrible instances of a
scoffer struck down in the moment of
his blasphemy was revealed before Mr..
Carter at the Rose and Crown Tavern,
East street, Lambeth walk, recently. The
deceased was an engineer named Hudson.
aged sixty seven, who resided at "a Saun-
ders street Lambeth and had been en-