The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1882-06-21

@o-had-rs" song may thrill with promised
Insver more WIN hsed its mocking splendor.
PUMPKIN PIES.
Pinkie was balanced on the toes of her
slippers, upon the top of cider barrel,
gathering hops, when Tom Carroll drove
along with his wagon piled up with red
and yellow apples, and a big, lusciously
golden pumpkin in the corner, and
stopped at the gate.
Pinkie Immediately hoped off her
perch and hid behind the barrel; but Tom,
coming up the walk with the pumpkin,
"Can't fool me, Miss Pink Pendle-
ton" said he. rolling the golden sphere
upon the porch. ss1 can see through
more things than q barrel There's the
first pumpkin of the season"
Pinhs scrambled up, shook out her
skirt and surveyed the pumpkin, half
wonderinely from under the brim of her
eat, turning her back upon Tom, who,
however, only went of down the path
whistling carelessly, and drove off to
town with his apples.
Tom and Pinkie having indulged in a
neat little tiff the week before had since
amused themselves with trying to freeze
each other, very unsuccessful1y 1t would
seem. Judging by the warmth of temper
both could exhibit on the smallest prov
ocation. And this was the first time
Tom had called since the last ''unpleas-
antness."
"Did I everr' said Pinkie, and she
glanced over her shoulder to see If Tom
was looking back, which, of course, he
was, whereat Pinke turned scarlet and
scowled, though Tom was too far off to
see that :" If he's trying to make up, "
she continued, "what does he be such
q stick about it forf Expects me to 60
two-thirds of the way, of course; men
always do. But he began the row, and
If he wants to make it up, let him say
50, out and out. See through more than
q barrell just him-always insinuating
things"
And Pinkie, thus foohshly tanning
her anger, sat down on the step and
kicked her toes against peck measure.
The bone of contention which had
served Tom and Pinkie with excuses fol
more than one squabble was q gentle
man from the city, who was spending
the summer at the farm owned by
Pinke's brother-in-law, comfortable,
old-fashioned homestead, with clover.
carpeted orchards, cooled with dense
shade, and haunted by the gurgling
murmur of brook and the slumberoui
hum of bees. f-.
Perhaps the boarder found an added
charm, thought possibly fieeting one,
in Pinkie's spirited brown eyes and
piquant manners. And Pinkie-why
Pinlzie would have been coquettish to
a mullen stalk and never thought
seriously of the matter at all
Why shouldn't she walk to church
with Mr.. Hatherton and pin red rose.
bud in his coatP Why, then, should Tom
loom up like a cloud and cast cold water
on her innocent amusementP To be
sure, they had been the same as engaged
Tom and Pinkie-since the days they
went nutting together and quarreled
over their grammar. But that was no
reason-so Pinkie thought-why she
should not look at any one else.
To make matters little worse, Tom
had a stylish young lady cousin visiting al
his house whose company. .Pnke had told
him, he no doubt found an agreeable
substitute for hers, q supposed TACT she
thoroughly resented, Notwithstanding
the proverb says it is a poor rule thai
will not work both ways.
But here on the porch lay Toms gift,
and (probable) offering for having
been unusually bitter at their last tilt,
and perhaps The scowl had departed
from Pinkie's forehead; her eyes were
growing tender. $3.50. ;.,
Young Hatherton strolled around the
corner, with his straw hat tilted grace
fully to one side and handful of early
wild purple asters, which he presented
to Pinkie. a-
"These," he said, are much more
fitting offering to beauty than is a
pumpkin" -.
He pronounced the word scornfully;
he had witnessed Toms visit and
now eyed his gift with much disdain,
which unaccountably nettled Pinkie.
They are prettier to look at" she
answered, "but / don't suppose they
would do quite as well to cook"
The young man shrugged his shoulders
and sauntered away indiferently; his
gallantry of late was growing rather
careless and fitful.
And Pinkie was inconsistent enough
to put the asters in her hair, and
then pull them out and throw them
under the step. After which method of
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pumpkin to carry into the kitchen, and
SO made the discovery that there was a
scrap of paper attached to the bit of
stem which remained to the pumpkin.
And this was written on the paper:
Coming over tomorrow. Forgive
ness and pumpkin pies can solace an in
jured spirit-'f
How like Tom. to - ,sl
A small dimple found its way to Pink
les rosily-velvet cheek; and Pinkie's
married sister, Flora, q plump, white
and generally sweet-tempered little
woman, came in and saw it
Have you and Tom made upe'' she
asked. s.,.-ts.e.5 II c~-
81 haven't" answered Pinkie.
Are You going toa''
Don't know" perverse Pinie re
turned.
"You are very foolish girl If you
don't" said Flora, sand I will say he
is too good for YOU"
her hairpin, and smiled at the pumpkin.
"What do you think, !" she asked, sol
q man supposing he could find balm for
his wrong in pumpkin pie2''
al should say" answered Flora, "ii
the man was Tom, you had better make
the pies, and make 'em as good as
possible"
"Oh, you're so awfully practical -
said Pinkie, darling of, with her chest
nut name flying. 80 4s45 =.
But all the same, before next NOR