The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1882-12-06
4 SERIOUS MISTAKE.

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"And this, I suppose, IS the village
school-heuse,, said Mark Moreau, as,
emerging from the deep gloom of the
Adirondack woods, he stood in the little
cleared space, where the grass was as
close and fine as velvet, the scent of
white clover filed the air, and a small,
one-storied house, painted the dull color
which would now be called ssYenetian
red, ;" nestled beneath the boughs of 9
monster black walnut tree. ssOnly
there's no village worth mentioning,
unless you choose to call the stage station
one. Upon the whole, this portion of
the world seems to be still in its primi-
tive conditiony,1 fff ssfsfktts
Mr.. Moreau had been fishing an day
His creel was wen-filled, his lunch
basket empty; his India-rubber boots
besplashed With mud; his countenance
bronzed with fine, healthy sunburn.
He was tired out, with joints aching,
nose blistered, face swollen with the I'M
intermitting attacks of the black flies
and mosquitoes. And yet he called this
''capital sportl" e ts,-5i
"Hello, YOU, siri,, said Moreau, to a
sly, white-headed little urchin, who was
coming down the hill with 8 pail.
ssWhatis in that paile'' BIZ
"Nothin,, sir,n was the answer.
"What are you doing with itP"
stGoin' after water. nfetvg -s
"Is there aspiring hereaboutsP"
oYes, sir.nt-fs = rrD Etfsse-s &
Moreau nodded his head.
"Goodi" said he. ssShow me where
1t Is. ami I'll give you q penny"
The little lad, nothing 10th, ran light
ly on In advance, until he reached the
spot, beneath huge, gray rock, where
tiny stream of water bubbled into
rude stone basin, worn by its continued
drip.
q Here it is, mister,m said he; "and
here's q gourd-shen to drink outen."
And Mr.. Moreau drank a deep, long
draught. s7 80 Z
"Sweet as champagne he said,
sand cooler than icef'' -
And he flung the penny to the expect
ant lad, who, having secured his largess,
speedily filed his pail and trudged up
the hill once more.
.JohnnyI JOHNNY what keeps you
90 longa"
It was sweet, bell-like voice, and
Moreau listened to il with q sort of
dreamy satisfaction, as he lay there
AMONG the ferns, staring up at the sky.
The school-ma'am, In all probable
ity," he said to himself, and turned half
way around, among the green charts
tongues" to see what manner of female
she was.
Round, and dimpled, and ROSY. with
hair like braided sunshine, big blue eyes,
and cheeks pinker than the wild-roses
even now scattering their petals over
her face. Mark raised himself on his
elbow.
.She's beauty, y he said, half aloud
ia wild-hower Of the wilderness.
And not q bit like the ideal district
school-teacher. I'll get acquainted
with that girl, or IN know the reason
whyl"
grass and wild flowers, by the clear lit
tie spring, and walked slowly up the
The beauty In the pink-calico dress did
not turn and flee, as he had half sus-
pected she would, but stood awaiting
him, with calm composure worthy of q
city helle.
sP Ardon me,p said Mr.. Moreau, in
ventiI 6 the first fragrant iethat he could
think of, shut am one of the trustees
of the Andover DISTRICT" - sssA
The schoolma'am courtesied prettily.
"I'm deeply interested in elementary
education, (" he went on, sand"
q 81 am 50 sorry, !" said the pretty girl,
ssbut It Is past three O'Clock, and am
Just going to dismiss the children. Per-
haps You would call tomorrow, If you
are staying in this neighborhoodp''
"Oh, certainly said Mr.. Moreau,
bafied by the dimpled, daisy-faced
thing, who could not have been day
over eighteen Perhaps you
are walking down In the direction ofthe
hotel?" sss4
"No," said the blonde, calmly-"I go
mp toward Deems Lake,
Bafiied again. But Mr.. Mark Moreau
allowed no cloud to dim the bland bright
ness of his visage-
ssS - Ali said he "Then 1 win bid you
goodbye, hoping that 1 may have the
pleasure of meeting you again
The pretty schoolma'am smiled. col
ored and courtesied once again, and then
shut the school house door.
Mr. Moreau walked composedly down
the hin.
90 ssShe Is q little Jewell" said he to
himself; sand she knows her value. IN
find out who she Is, and what she is.
Upon my word, haven't seen such q
{ face in q year. should like to paint
her as Hebe, peeping out from q bower
of roses; or Persephone, with both arms
full of flowers. I've always fancied the
idea of 9 wife who should differ from
the rank and file of smiling, simpering,
fashionable women. She's little dis
posed to keep me at arm's-length, but l
don't like her the less for thatI''
Once under the shelter of the little
inn-a long, Struggling, stout building,
which might have been fortress, or
might have been q grist-mill-he casu-
ally alluded to his days adventure, as
he sat over his broiled ham and eggs,
weak coffee, and freshly-fried crullers.
sOh, by-the-way, Squire" said he
to his landlord Cup in the Adirondacks
all landlords are "Squires," and 50 is
4 everybody else), s1 came across your
district school-house to-day"
"Did ye, thoughPn said the tavern
keeper. "Wal, now, amt that kind o.
cur'usP Why, it's kep'-the deestrick
tchooEby my niece, Ketury Spikesl''
. Keturah Spikesl'' repeated Mr.. Mo-
reau, rather taken aback.
Somehow, he had associated some
very different nomenclature with the
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