The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-04-14

She laughs to hear the Joyous song,
The sweet-voiced robin gayly trills,
But he, with faded, wistful eyes,
Watches the sunset o'er the hills
And then. soft signing, whispers low,
And night comes slowly stealing on,
The night which brings me sweet repose.
THE FASCINATING CUSTOMER.
"Mind the shop. Abijah," said Uncle
"Yes, SIR" said Abijah.
Uncle Bunkle was an old Englishman
who had lately come to America, and
Abijah was his nephew, whom he had
elevated from his fathers hay-fields to
his own counter.
It was an elevation in Abijah's mind,
for he had always longed for the city,
where he hoped to make figure. Not
only had he great desire to become q
man of fashion, but he wished to figure
as q poet.
He hoped to be q very great man one
day, and though measuring calico be-
hind the counter of q third-class dry
goods store was not being in the ranks
Of fashion or on the roll of fame, still,
as Abijah said, he was on the spot.
Some one was sure to notice him.
Somebody had. A beautiful young
lady, with golden hair. Abijah did not
know the possibilities of the -'human
hair" establishments.
Melting eyes, with lovely dark lines
about them, and ''such q color" had
made small purchases of late. and had
looked bewitchingly at Abijah. He
felt sure she was in love with him, and
his heart went pit-arpat when he thought
of her.
"I would not be fortune-hunter for
the world" said Abijah, "but if lady
of fortune should fall in love with me,
why should fail to respondr'
1t was at this moment that his uncle's
voice fell upon his ear.
mind the shop, Abijah.",
Eyes, sir" replied that youth with a
start.
"You're SO Ugh up in the moon, as
all the riff-raff in the street might walk
off with hanything." continued his un-
Gle, taking up his hat and cane, "Pm
going hout for the hair, and you'd bet
ter come to yourself"
"Yes, sir" replied Abijah.
"And mind, cash is my motto" re-
peated Uncle Bunkle. "Hif any one
says put hanything in the book. tell
'em it's contrary to horders. I sha'n't
be back before supper"
Then Uncle Bunkle trotted away.
Three or four little girls came in for pa
pers of pins or pieces of braid. An
aggravating old Dutch woman bought
some red flannel. after beating down.
In an hour, a matron, followed by many
children, came in to inquire why he
gave her Sammy bad cent in change
the other day. .#F
1t was but q dull life, after all,
thought Abijah. The glorious vision
that had flashed on him but once might
never return again, and all these horrid
people would-or others like them
and at that moment he saw some one
peeping in at the window, and started
and rushed toward it
It was the golden blonde, and she
entered at the door. She wore a won-
derful dress; Abijah could not in the
least understand how she got into it, it
was such q fit; and had kid gloves with
six buttons, hat of the one-sided kind,
and q parasol, all fringes. She sidled
up to the counter and gave him melt
ing glance, and asked him to show her
blue satin ribbon.
With trembling hands Abijah pro-
duced it from the case, and there was a
little Irritation over it, and she bought
q piece. Then she looked at black net,
and then at dress goods-and bit by bit
she made score of purchases, each
one q delight to Abijah, for she lifted
her eyes to his and he even touched her
fingers once or twice.
Such a Irritation Abijah had never had
before. He talked a great deal, too.
| He told her where he came from, and
who his father was, and that he wrote
poetry. And she said that she loved
| poetry and would like to read some OF
| his; and then she told him that she was
the only daughter and heiress of one oi
the richest men il New York.
1t was actually so. An heiress had
fallen in love with him-an heiress and
q beauty.
"I should like to hear some of youl
verses very much" repeated she: "but
how could it be done? You. of course
you never take things homep'
lit isn't my department. There's 8
boy" said Abijah; "but I shall con
slider it privilege to fetch home your
goods"
"Then I'll be home this evening" "
said the young lady. bring the things
to No. street before eight, anG
/ L IL pdN IOT IncIn tucus tudI Will give
i me an excuse for asking you into the
parlor; and she glided away with 4
smile.
"Just sold q lot of goods, uncle, '
said Abijah, as Uncle Bunkle re-enteret
the shop; - fifty dollars worth"
Come, now, that's doing well, u
said Uncle Bunkle. "And they're te
go home this evening C. o. d." sait
Abijah. land as Peter has a long way
to go home. and there's nothing else t.
deliver, I'll take them under my arm
myself for q little exercise"
"Abijah," said Uncle Bunkle, ap
provingly, "you'll make q business
man yet. Never be ashamed of n,
shop, and never get lazy. Come t.
tea"
The two went to their meal in tn,
back room behind the shop, wher'
Abiiah swallowed his tea at gulp
scalded his throat with it, choked him
self with his toast and rushed up stair
to dress himself.
In few minutes more he might hav,
been seen dressed in the best he pos
sessed, tugging an enormous bundl
down the street.
"Hallo! BIZ" cried his friend, tn
druggists clerk at the corner. ..Nunk,
set you to doing errands at last, eh?"
But Abijah did not mind. He had al
his poems in his vest pocket.
He was soaked in perspiration whel
ne reached No. street. Blu
he was happy when the servant VIII
opened the door told him that Mis-
Smith was at home and added:
..If YOU are the man from the store
she said you were to come in. please.
And as he sat in the little fusty par
lor, smelling of dust and past ''boile'
dinner" he did not think that the plac
was rather shabby for the habitation o
zone of the wealthiest men in Ne'