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

son." said she. "ltS not what I'm
used to. but it's help to the poor
soul; and so-but you don't care for
that. Where are your lovely poemsP
DO sit down and read them" And
Abijah, trembling with joy, deposited
the bundle on table, took his parcel
of paper from his bosom, and began to
read his lode to the Moon" When he
was through, she sa d it was '.lovely;"
then he gave her his ''Sonnet to the
Stars" and she called that 'charm-
ing;" then, with some clearing of the
throat, he rendered, somewhat dramat-
ically, longer poem, IN which the
poet evidently yhimself-died of love at
The feet of his fair lady.
When he had finished, her handker-
chief was over her face. and she said:
at was so silly of her to cry; but that
was so touchingm
Abijah was almost wild with Joy. Sud-
denly the door-bell rang.
''Gracious" cried Miss Smith, ''that's
pa Fly! Fly! He's SO stern, so cruel.
Go out the basement way"
She pushed Abijah down q precari-
Gus set of steps and out into the street.
As he lurked in the shadow of the
porch he heard a gruff voice SLY some
thing, and trembled and skunk down
the street. Suddenly it occurred &c
him that he had not been paid for tho
goods. He hurried back and ascendcd
the steps. A great fear of his uncle
was upon him. He rang the bell.
Sur.ly, no one could object to an
honest tradesman asking for a lawful
bill.
No one answered his ring, but head
was softly thrust from an upper win
dow after little while.
$50 away now," said Miss Smith,
softly. "Come tomorrow. Pa goes
out at nine. Meanwhile. I think III
I'll tell him all. Go. He's loading o
pistol"
"Angel." sighed Abijah. and went
his way.
But morning brought sober thoughts
to Abija6 He entered his uncle's
presence with fear and trembling, and
he could not tell the truth about last
nights work, but he was obliged to
say that he had been told to cali again
for the money.
Hand you left the goodse" cried
Uncle Bunkle.
why, of course. l felt as if I
might be insulting good customer"
IlCu l6ul,
81 only 'ope it's right; but hany
'ow you did wrong" said Uncle Bun
kle. $50 now and get the money!"
"Oh, it's all rightr' cried Abijah.
He rushed away. longing for a glimpse
of the golden curl, the shaded eyes, the
scarlet lips.
When he rang the bell of the shabby
house he trembled. Would she open
the doorp
Instead an elderly woman, with her
sleeves tucked up. stood before him.
"Miss Smith," he began.
"Went away at six this morning" !"
said the woman; land good riddance
of bad rubbish. If you are the young
man with the bundle that came last
night, suppose you're after money. A
lot more has been. She's took 'em all
in. didn't know anything of her. ]
let rooms to her and her pa, as she calls
him. The rooms was to let, and
needed money"
"Then you're not her old nurse?''
cried Abiiah.
"Her old fiddlestickr' screamed the
matron. eff was her nurse. I'd hoy
washed that white and red off her face
and them black lines out of her eyes.
A painted critter. No; you've been
taken in, young man."
Abijah returned to Uncle Bunkle, dis.
consulate. and Uncle Bunkle made him
yet more miserable by sending him back
to his father.
"You may have sense enough to weed
turnips," said he; "but 1 'aven't any
'opes of you in the dry-goods line. IN
Y. Ledger.