The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-10-17

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"You musn't t speak so," said Dorothy.
striving to swallow the rgreat choking
lump IN her throat. '.It tis-some other
Mr. Carlisle"
"Yes," Knocked Miss Abigail scorn-
fully. ..very- -ikelyi Do you suppose
there are two men with exactly the same
name-doton to the middle initial
whose departure would be considered
worth chronicling in the Cyclops Cou-
rier-do youa"
But Dorothy sprang to the door, and
ran down stairs, and out into the
shadowy old orchard like thing pur-
sued.
And there she flung herself down on
| the smooth, short grass, dry-eyed, white
Tipped, half mad with soaring, incred-
u1ous pain.
And up In the room she had Just left,
hard featured Miss Abigail sat down in
Dorothy's own particular. beribboned
rocker, and fnging her blue apron
over her face cried Ike baby for very
sympathy. The day wore on, the gay,
sweet. warm August day. And still
Dorothy lay crushed, and faint, and
heart-sick under the big apple tree.
The Courier was dated the 18th
this was the 18th. City papers were
mellow when they reached the little
village. he had been gone two days
but then he hadn't gonei There was
some mistake, she kept telling herself
over and over, though in her innermost
soul she did MT believe there was.
Within Miss Abigail went around the
house with a very stern countenance
and very red eyes. 1IH
"Tn make some strawberry puff-balls
for supper" she decided, gravely.
..She was always powerful fond of straw
berry puff-balls, and maybe they'll COM
| fort her somer' But then Miss Abigail
had never been in love herself, and it
takes more than strawberry puff-balls to
cure such heartaches.
The soft, purplish dusk lay over the
on her shoulder.
stCome in to supper. child. You'll
catch your death o. cold"
She rose up slowly.
| 81 am not going into the house." she
said. 81 should smother. :"
Miss Abigail held forth the tempting
bait within, and shook her head in sor-
rowful foreboding as utterly disregard
| ful Dorothy walked away. Down at the
i gate she paused-the low, wide, green
gate where she had so often stood to
listen to the ringing footstep coming up
the country road. sE5'a
So often, but now-never againi De
spite the pain of remembrance she found
herself recalling every dear word, and
look, and thought of the dead summer
i days. She had been something of a
bookworm all her life, and now flashed
to her brain and there burned the re
bellious, passionate cry of Othello:
my heart is turned to stone; strike it
And it hurts my handF
Harkl q footstepl she must 60 in
how foolish she was, growing to imag.
inc it might be-his
Nearer-nearer still She could not
move. She leaned heavily against the
voicee The gate was flung wide; close
arms were round her
Dark Oh, how dark it was grow
ing
Five minutes later Miss Abigail look.
ed up in swift amazement as tall young
figure strobe into the little parlor bear.
ing in his arms slender, pink-claC
burden. ~
.sYour' she cried. .I thought you
had gone to Europe with your t0fs
We read it in the CycIops Courier
and"
"And you believed itP Good heavens
Was that why Dolly tainted at sight o.
meP Ny father and mother sailed fol
the Continent. Our initials are the
same. / told them all about Dorothy
before they left, and if she will only con.
sent to hurried marriage we viii joir
them in Paris in September. Oh, you +,
listening, you dear little sinnerl Wha
do you sayI-yesp That is right! Ant
you doubted mel Dolly, Dollyi aren'
you ashamed of yourselfP"
"Yes." said Dolly, Il amr'-C Chicag'
Tribune.