The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1880-04-22
LITTLE ROBBIE.

one was to6 WtOOW h8QQOlpn WneL
We first met. and 1 thought her then, as
think her now, the loveliest woman
In. the world" said Mr.. Alexander
Lane s.Ss-,.- ,.,-
"Ahar' responded Ford, the senior
partner of Ford & Lane" and so there
was romance. Sly dogr'
The two men-old friends and rather
old sfelluws +vere iR that mildly 10
quacious mood that follows q good din.
ner, and is stimulated by . good cigal
and pleasant surroundings. Now there's
no c0zier spot than Lanes library, MOI
is there he is past fifty-s
handsomer or more genial man thar
Lane himself. At this moment he sal
staring into the fire, the cigar held med.
itatively between two fingers, and Ford
repeated: repeat + BY; Sy.xay r, Of jog to the conyer-
During one of my regular trips to
Europe for the frm." said Lane, talk.
ing apparently to the FIRE, 81 had time
to spare, and was at Baveno, in the
north Of Italy" Then, after q pause;
scenery at the Italian lakes"
"Whyp Isn't it finer'
Yes; but happen, say, at Baveno
ON Maggiore. in the middle of May, and
there's something you can't talk about
there's q fervor and q languor, 9
strength and sweetness, in all nature,
in the very air itself, that can't be told
1t can only be felt. The hotel at Ba.
veno was close to the lake, and boats lay
moored just before the door. 1t was
afternoon, remember, thot day-late
afternoon-and ran into Russell, firm
of Russell & White, you know.
a. So glad to meet an Americanr
said Russell. I'm doing the lakes with
my wife and sister-in-laW. who is 8
widow. ConA for boat ride with NJ
this evening at eight.'
"At eight Russell clapPed me on the
shoulder. There Was strange inf1u.
ence abroad that night; the whole place
seemed fairy, unreal / followed te
where . boat lay swinging little l0os<
from its moorings. On the shore was
Mrs. Russell, whom CRESTED politely
but my eyes were fixed on that boat
foriin thecstern, wrapped in something
white, like cloud, sat q woman who was
lovely as q vision. 1 was fairly dazed
and stood staring, when Russell palled
Adelaide; so you're seated. The wom
Nm. Randolph. Mr.. Lane, Of New
York"
"She 9reeted me with, Indeed. Mr.
Lane. it's pleasant to meet people from
home-that is, sometimes. and SOM
people, She was . woman of the world
and BIT coquettish. yet with . sober
ness and gentle grace underlying all
s.How did she look thene askel
Ford.
.sWell. &c was ten wears ago. Sh,
was SsliShter, but that warm-coloret
hair was the same; she had those sam,
gray eyes. with the dark brows tha
would lend sternness to any other eyes
but only freme- the softness OF hers
her cheek Was . shade paler than now
and fairer, perhaps: Wen. VIC rOwet
over to Isola Madre. There. unde
heard the niehtingales sing, and, il
short,n said Mr.. Lane, with . nervous
laugh. knocking the ashes from hi
cirar, and beginning to smoke befor,
he had done spesking-"i in short.
resolved that very night to make Mrs
Randolph my wife, or live q bachelor
Sudden. WASH ltf" nnteo foro-
..Yes. but times nothing In sucl
Say It in four letters" Ford sug
gested-
Well, It's tove; and 1 was heartily
desperately in love- You see, l wa
.sNext morning early was pacin,
the turf in front Of the hotel. and me
Mrs Randolph. She was dainty, fresh
and er-hned even in the fnn morn