The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1880-04-15

Many Aprils have come and gone
Since won my little wife;
ssenss lSs,ss SoSssa fnS, %s al IliRHy %y iife me
But, ohl such folly Is wisdom,
Happy's the man whom all his life
A good little wife can fool
--HaTper's Wss'sis.
ANTOINE, TIE BLACKSMITH.
We have grand names in the Arilen-
mes; old Roman names, modified into
patois, toned down. as it were, to q so
Der tint, suited to the grimy trades to
which Cesar, Augustus, Antony and
Galba have betaken themselves.
Antoine, the blacksmith, WAS q sturdy
fellow, and in spite of q stoop in the
shoulders he was handsome, too, and
well made. Yet there was q stiffness
in his eye that made that stoop, at
times look wicked. He had . hazel
eye-light hazel, the tickle color-the
most tickle eye that shines; the eye ever
changing. ever seeking something new
ever wearying of what it hath, ever.
greedy of enjoyment in the present,
ever ungrateful for the past, unmindful
of the future. Ahi and when such an
eye hath soft brown lashes round it, tits
the most dangerous eye to q woman's
peace that ever lighted up the head of
tickle man.
Poor Eulaliel5 She was the prettiest
girl in all the commune, but not hardy
and brown like the Ardennaises. No
touch of coarseness in her; too frail and
delicate for the rough climate and the
rough people, she looked like some pale
exotic plant brought harshly from q
greenhouse to die in the cold wind.
was very sorry when saw her
dancing with Antoine at the village
fcte; sorrier still when I met her next
day coming home from vespers, walk
ing shily by his side.
.Now, hang the manr' said, within
myself. "Are there not hardy maidens
enough in the village e-maidens who
would bear his fickleness as calmly as
they will next winters frost; why, then,
should he fix ON this frail flowerf If he
breaths over it one frosty breath it will
die.
ssGood evening, Eulalie." I said.
aloud. ssIt is rather late for you to be
out; the wind is fresh, the dew is falling
fast You should go in, my child. You
know the doctor said you should avoid
night air." ;,
she said, sweetly.
lalie," said Antoine, with-a curious fire
in his light eyes. s.Monsieur's solici-
tude is ill-placed. Bonsoir. monsieur.
We 90 to take turn by the river"
1 looked after them and sighed. Then
! turned resolutely away.
"a plague take my dreaming fam
ciesr' thought 1! "Why must I always
be meddlinge And thousand of my
poor warnings would be of no avail.
VIII q pebble on the sea-shore stop the
: tider'
I had house near that pretty ham,
let5a sort of summer rest-whither
resorted in the fishing months, whcr
the river near was brimful of trout anC
Crawling and teeming with other fish
less dainty. And go It happened every
day, a. / shouldered my basket and ro(
and went forth solitary to my sport.
saw Aptoine, the blacksmith, buster q
his wooing than at his work. In th'
{ morning met him coming to his forge
and I knew he had had speech witt
Eulalie in her little garden, for th'
saucy man bore flower in his hand. o
pinned daintily in his wide-awake, ant
his light hazel eyes smiled mockingl
as he bade me good-morrow. Then. ii
theevening. when came home weary
dead, and his tools flung down with
hasty hand.
he Is away in the summer wood
with Eulalie," said. and my baske
and rod grew strangely heavy.
When tmet Eulalie she was all smile
and brightness- roster hue on de
icate fsce, q softer light in her lovin
blue. eyes, and in her elastic step
newer grace. Looking at her happ
mess i grew to have softer thoughts {
Antnine. t.s s 49,
"Ihave mistaken his character
said; :. or else this poor girls singuls
beauty can chain even his tickle fancy.
Then I sch0oled and chided myse
right well for my own sore thoughts.
Come now, silly one," said, low
to thyseH that this rare beauty Of hers
SO delicate, 90 patrician-stirred with
thy solitary fancy some strange dream
ings. Not girl made for peasant
love- ran thy musings, but intende
by nature for q lady. Nay, more,
Princess Of the woods; too delicate, to
refined, to give her heart toone OF the!
clowns. II, now, q mana gentlems
knowing his own mind, could ha,
the courage to fling aside worldly tran
Ali mel how the threads of thin pu
pose snap even at q slight touch.
Antoine, the blacksmith, danced ne
night with Eulalie 1t the village fei
walked home with her from vesper
and, in the morning. went fishing!
"An things are for the best" 1 sal
"She is peasant girl-the Prince
peasant. How much better and ha
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