The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1880-01-22

WaSVery speedily afterwarQ 1nauSurdteQ
with all the forms and ceremonies good
society demands. 1t was soon possible,
too, for eleanor to explain the circum-
stances which, even in her code of strict
etiquette, made strangers offer of
money for the hour thing to be CRATE
fully accepted. She had seen in the
door of the post-office runaway CASH
ier of her brothers., and his speedy ar
rest involved a matter of at least forty
thousand dollars.
This MIR. William Smith was a totally
different man to Eleanor's last lover
a bright, energetic, alert business man,
decidedly handsome and gentlemanly.
Though his name was greatly against
him in Eleanor's prejudices, she found
herself quite unable to resist the CHEEKY,
pleasant influence he carried with him.
And it was evident from the very first
day of their acquaintance that Mr..
William Smith had but one thought
the winning of Eleanor Bethune.
When she returned to New York in
the autumn she ventured to cast up ac-
counts with life, and she was rather
amazed at the result. For she was
quite aware that she was in love with
this William Smith in a way that she
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first had been a sentimental ideal; the
second was a genuine case of sincere
and passionate affection. She felt that
the desertion of this lover would be q
grief far beyond the power of satin and
lace to cure
But her new lover had never q dis
loyal thought to his mistress, and his
love, transplanted to the pleasant
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its native air. 1t enveloped Eleanor
now like glad and heavenly atmos-
phere; she was SO happy that she
dreaded any change; it seemed to her
that no change could make her happier.
But if good is good, still better car
ries the day, and Mr.. Smith thought
than love-making. Eleanor and he
were sitting in the fire-lit parlor, very
still and very happy, when he whis-
pered this opinion to her.
.'It is only four months since we met,
dear"
"Only four months, darling; but
had been dreaming about you four
months before that. Let me hold your
hands, sweet, while 1 tell you. On the
Goth of last April was on the point of
leaving for Colorado to look after the
Silver Cliff Mine. My carriage was or
dered, and was waiting at my hotel
for it. A servant brought me letter
the dearest, sweetest little letter-see,
here it is!'' and this William Smith alb
solutely laid before Eleanor her own
pretty, loving reply to the first William
Smiths offer.
Eleanor looked queerly at it, and
smiled. "What did you think, dearP"
''That it was just the pleasantest
thing that had ever happened to me.
1t was directed to Mr.. w. Smith, and
had been given into my hands. 1 was
not going back to seek up any other w.
Smith"
"But you must have been sure that
it was not intended for you, and you
did not know Eleanor Bethune."
90, 1 beg your pardon, sweetheart;
it s0ds intended for me. l can imagine
destiny standing sarcastically by your
side, and watching you send the letter
to one w. Smith when she intended it
for another w. Smith. Eleanor Bethune
l meant to know just as soon as possi-
BILE. i was coming back to New York
to look for you"
"And, instead, she went to you in
COLORADO.
"Only think of that! Why, love
when that blessed telegraph clerk said:
who sends this messageP' and you
said: Mrs. Eleanor Bethune,' wanted
to fling my hat to the sky. l did not
lose my head as badly when they found
that new lead in the Silver Cliff"
"Won't you give me that letter, and
let me destroy it, WilliamP 1t was
written to the wrong Smith, and deliv-
cred to the wrong Smith,"
cit was written tn the wrong Smith,
but it was given to the right Smith.
Still, Eleanor, if you will say one little
word to me, you may do what you like
with the letter." .-.
Then Eleanor whispered the word,
and the blaze of the burning letter
made little illumination in honor of
their betrothal lkiss.-Rarper' Weekly.