The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-12-28
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tucked in his boots, and a large slouch-.
ing hat. He hesitated a moment, then
lifting his slouch hat, said:
s Miss Wierp"
Madeline rose to her feet, the color in
her cheeks.
eyes,
There was pause, Mr.. Beachly was
sstonished and perplexed, although he
had received telegram several days
ago: aE Eloz
She is coming. Get preacher. Name
Madeline Wier. HARDIN.
But this was something very different
from the lady he had had in his mind
He looked down and saw the long black
lashes that swept the hot cheeksl It
would be better without doubt to have
It over.
"Miss Wier," he said, gently, sthe
clergyman is waiting; will you Gomez"
Madeline rose and followed him. She
felt herself lifted into a buggy, then
moving swiftly through the air, she saw
the mountains in their beauty around
her, but she did not perceive them. Af-
ter tugging up hill and trotting two or
three miles, the horses stopped before
an unpainted, rough-looking frame
house. Beachly jumped down and
helped Madeline; he led the way into
the front and principal room, which was
darkened and cool, and possessed GER
tain masculine tidiness. A man came
forward, he was introduced-the Rev.
Mr.. White.
It was the Episcopal service; she re-
membered it wen-the minister began
in q pleasant, deep bass voice. The
service was ended he kept on talking in
q conventionally solemn tone on the du-
ties of married life and of its response
bilIties. A breath of cool air touched
Madeline's hand; she raised it and
looked at the gold ring on the third
finger curiously, then glanced up at
Beachly. There was just glimmer of
a smile on his face. Lake q flash Mad
cline realized it all; she swayed, and
would have fallen. The next thing she
was conscious of was a leisurely voice
saying in the easiest tone:
ts Take a journey of few thousand
miles, and try it, suppose"
| Madeline made q movement and
opened her eyes. Beachly turned
quickly and bent toward her, the minis
ter moved outside and proceeded to light
cigar Madeline gazed long and
earnestly into the depths of the blue eyes
D6nC on ner.
"victorP" The name was pronounced
! gently, questioningly. A light went over
Beachly's face.
Madeline regarded him wonderingly-
Yesterday seemed ages ago.
ssIt is so much better than deserve, :"
she said, wistfully.
/ "No," he protested, and brought
lichair and sat down. "You are the en-
bodiment of my ideal. 1t is the fulfill
ing of our destinies. You will not re-
1 igret it. I will perform my vows and
you will cease to wonder.
Madeline smiled, but looked troubled
also.
al did it in fit of temper" she said
"You needn't mind; it was all fore
liordained," he answered, reassuringly,
and then branched off in matter of-fact
tone and explained all his plans, asked
her advice, described the scenery, and
they had an easy, comfortable talk,
while the clergyman waited near.
"I must write to Hardin" Beachly
said, when the preacher came in to make
his adieus. And this was the letter he
despatched next day:
| MY DEAREST Matt promised gratitude
In my last, but now can not but regard
you, my dear boy, as an instrument of des-
tiny. In the same light regard my letter,
which, should be ashamed.of If it were it not
that one must Judge thing by its fruits. As
for my wife, language sinks poweriess. The
manner of our mutual acquiring is not safe
precedent. acknowledge it is simply q
} glorious isolation. Destiny in the 18th centu-
ryi Come out and see us. Have more land
than know what to do with; would be
happy to make you q wedding present.
Forever and ever,
Paradise Vale, Colo. v. B.
Hardin shrugged his shoulders and
then laughed.-Detrott Free Press.