The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1879-01-30

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horns at dog.
tor, Hope did not fail to be reprimand-
cited. who always paid punctually, and
to the last penny.
Eyes, yes," murmured Robert,
"some people are born with silver
spoons in their mouths. Hullins is
very fortunate, and l am not surprised
that he pays punctually with such a
pension"
Hullins has a pension, it is true"
replied MIR. Taylor; "but his infirmity
is heavy cross, and if you were af-
f1icted with it, should pity you much
more"
"Not so," said Hope. "If 1 had
been SO fortunate as to lose leg like
him, twenty years ago, it would have
been productive day for me. Iwould
sell all my limbs at the same price. Do
you call his oak leg q heavy cross?
think his pension should render it
light. The heaviest cross that know
of is to be obliged to labor incessantly."
| Mr.. Taylor was q man of joyous
humor, but a close observer. He had
for a long time noticed the envious dis
position of Robert, and resolved to con-
vince him that the ightest cross might
become heavy to a discontented mind.
| "I see," said he to Hope, "that you
are disposed to do nothing. Well! 1
will exempt you from this obligation to
labor of which you complain SO bitter
ly. If you think the cross of your
neighbor, Samuel, SO easy to bear, will
you accept lighter one, if will en-
gage to give you your rentp"
"That depends upon what kind of a
cross it is" said Robert, anxiously, for
he feared that the proposition would
not be acceptable.
"This," said Mr.. Taylor, taking a
piece of chalk and tracing a white cross
on Roberts jacket. Z" During the time
that you wear this, shall not demand
a penny of your rent"
Hope thought, at first, that his land
lord was jesting; but being assured that
he spoke seriously, he exclaimed:
"By St. George! you may say that
You have seen my last money, for I am
willing to wear this cross all my life
time"
Robert Immediately went out, con-
graduating himself on his fortune, and
laughing all along the road at the folly
Of Mr.. Taylor, who had let him off so
1
He had never been so joyous as at
4 the moment of returning home; as he
found nothing to complain of, and his
dog came to sit down at his feet with
out his Furnishing him for his famil-
iarity.
| rgAs he seated himself on his arrival,
his wife did not, at first, notice the
white cross which he had on his shoul-
der; but having passed behind her hus-
band to wind up the clock, she sudden
ly exclaimed, in a shriil voice:
"Why, Robert, where have you been?
You have on your back q cross a foot
long. You have been to the tavern,
and some drunkard among your friends
has played you trick to make you RI
diculous. Get up and let me brush off
this cross"
"Awayr' exclaimed Hope. hastily;
"my clothes do not need your brushing.
Go knit your stockings, and let me
alone"
..That shall not ber' exclaimed Mrs.
Hope, in a voice more shrill. 81 will
not have my husband become the laugh
ing-stock of the whole village, and if 1
tear your jacket to pieces, you shall not
wear that ridiculous cross,
As she spoke thus, the wife attempt
ed to brush Roberts shoulder; and the
latter, who knew that resistance would
be useless, walked of, shutting the door
after him violently.
want sway .:Tf .be had haen moro
nen,Ia o,,d hsve tn1d her of nv
Good fortune: but She does not deserve
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.Ot ~ hobart ,, sxc,.;m.d old Eox
Of tho r,oment when Hone turned tho
oorror - h;s house twhat 10 that
sh;.e ,.oss on ro,,r h.ol o.,
..Tare care of vonr own clothes >,
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vens the grocer,s danchter. . st9n one
moment, & you please, that may rub
out. that great white cross you have on
| your shoulder"
3"Go and sell your herripps. law
o;rl /" renlied Robert "a and do not con.
earn vourself about the passers-by.',
The little oirl. silenced. FASTENED to
re-enter her mothers shop.
At this moment Hope arrived at the
house of the butcher, who was convers-
ing on the threshold with his neighbor,
the blacksmith. e Il
"You are just the man i wanted u
said the latter, stopping Robert, and
he began to speak to him ON business
but hardly had he commenced when old
Peggy Turton arrived, in her plaid
gown and blue apron.
.Mercy! Mr.. Hope" exclaimed she,
taking up her apron, >" what is that on
your backP''
/ Robert turned to tell her to let him
alone, but the blacksmith then perceived
the mark made by Mr.. Taylor.
Heavensr' said he, laughing, he
might serve for q sign to the White
Cross"
| AZ suppose" said the butcher, " thai
his wife has marked him thus for fea,