The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-02-24
A PYRAMID OF CARRIAGES.

OF morning breaks upon us such,
What may the evening show!
Hon. III. 5. WdshbuT, fR Chadhoofs Appeal
A PYRAMID OF CABBAGES.
"why, where are you going. Isabel
EastmanP Not into the farm-yard.
surelyf'
"Yes. Miss Lottie Mayell, 1 am GO
ing into the farm-yard, surely" re-
piled Isabel, with q mischievous light
in her big. gray eyes. and a charming
smile on her prettily curved lips, as she
opened the gate leading to that place.
without running the risk of being
the orchard; Charley and a half dozen
of his play-mates are playing in the
flower garden; there's a young couple
in the parlor at the piano, he making
love, and she not making music, and q
still younger couple whispering and
giggling in the bay-window; auntie is
in my room enjoying "Splendid Mis-
ery;" and grandma is in auntie's room
darning stockings. And so, if you
really want to hear right away why
I am here instead of at one of my
usual summer haunts, you must cen
follow me to the farm-yard. Besides
which speaking with increased ami
mation-''I have lately, strange as it
may seem to you, developed quite a
passion for farm-yards."
"It doesn't seem at all strange to
me, my dear, for during our ten years
friendship you've always been develop
ing some odd passion or other. But
I've never lost faith in you. Lead on;
III follow"
And stepping daintily and gracefully,
unimpeded by trains or demi-trains,
the young girls threaded their way
through the crowd of hens and chick
ems holding q loud and lively converse
tion preparatory to going to roost; past
the cows waiting to be MIXED, and
turning their heads to look after the
intruders with great solemn browns
eyes; and old Lowhead. the white
horse, shaking his thirst at the water
trough-to the extreme end of the
yard, where q pile of cabbages, neatly
arranged in the form of a pyramid,
confronted them.
"Behold," said Isabel, stopping be-
fore it, how Nature lends herself to
Art! Chat sounds well, though
don't know as it means anything.) This
mighty structure, formed of the green
and succulent cabbage, is no doubt the
work of some humble feld-laborer,
who, having read of the Pyramids Of
Egypt-incited thereto, no doubt, by
the newspaper paragraphs about our
own dear Obelisk-has sought to vary
the monotony of cabbage hIe by build
ing as close an imitation as his material
would allow. Let us hope that this
fight of Imagination may lead to 8
higher one, and that the cabbage man,
like the butter woman, may meet with
public recognition, and at last be
crowned with wreath of laurel. Offer
from the humblest sources spring the
greatest works Of genius. Burns
Lottie''-breaking off suddenly, and as
suming a reproachful tone--"why de-
you break in upon my eloauence witt
rude and unseemly laughter? 1 wa
about to repeat to you Longfellow'
last poem; now l won't. See wha
your frivolity has lost you! And take .
seat on the extreme base of the pyramie
IL prefer the mound of sods in thi
secluded corner, sacred to somebody
rake and hoe). while 1 go back to th'
commonplace"
Thank you. Bell dear, I'll share tn,
sods with you. if you please. have al
idea that q cabbage would prove a yer,
uncomfortable seat under any circum
stances. And do go back to the com
monplace, that's darling, for I'm dy
ing to know what has happened sine
We parted an age ago."
AN age ago! One year and hal
exactly. Twas then engaged to Claud
Venner. Pretty name, isn't itp An,
he was q pretty little fellow, with mic
curly hair. and lovely blue eyes, witt
lashes long enough for a bang, smal
dimpled hands. and not an idea in hi
little round head. My mother-with al
due Difference 1 say it-and his mothe
Ito whom l accord much less defer
ence-made the match when wa
eighteen, and unmade it at twenty.
never loved Claude. How could
And he never loved me. How could he
We were the victims of circumstance
and matchmaking mammas, and tw
mortals more unlike it would be hard :
find. He was the most conventional Q
men, and would have nearly died if q
one of those dreary dinner parties i
which his soul delighted somebody ha
whispered to him that his back hal
wasn't parted straight, while / hav
often been strongly tempted to shoe
the full-dressed guests, at the yer
start, by asking for more soup.
"Well, last June, at Newport, m
diminutive friend, Eda Smythe, with
head the exact counterpart of Claude'i
appeared upon the scene. and she an
my betrothed fell in love with eac
other at first sight. Mamma frette
and fumed and scolded, and asked me
with tragic emphasis, how could loo
calmly on and see so many thousands
dollars being lost to the family, for sh
was sure that artful mink would pei
suade poor dear Claude to elope Q
something; but continued to loo
calmly on, until one evening Claude
with deep sigh. kissed Eda,s hand q
he bade her Goodnight when
turned suddenly upon them and bad
them follow me to my room. There
forgave-quite in the manner of q stag
parent-the infatuated midgets the
base duplicity, gave them my blessing
kissed them both; and as soon as they
beaming with joy. had departed.
also. beaming with joy, and not quite
the manner of stage parent, exceI
perhaps in '' Pinafore" one, execute
pirouette mad, revolving pirot
ette, in honor of my newly-acquire
freedom. Mamma was awfully angr1
but they're awfully happy. and they
nxmed the baby. after me. Ny chair
= (thsy were never very heavy, ] mu!