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

Sharpe. In quite fever of excite
menk
: He was leaning over the little green
painted gate, coatless and blue-shirted.
just beyond Miss Abigail Byrnes paused
In her task Of tying up heavy-headed
August roses-a tall, angular figure,
clad In brown-and-white striped print
and big yellow sun-bonnet. Very bony.
sscant Of smiles and hard Of feature was
Miss Abigail, but gentle and generous
as child's was the heart under the
ugly calico gown.
j mo" she replied, 81 haven't seen it
whats the newsP" l -
BE responded with q counter question.
"You remember Roger KearneyP"
.sTo be sure He went to the city to
start big store. What of himPn
7ssThey be a-seying down at the Cor
ner that Just now when he had got his
big store built, stocked and fourishin',
ne has gone and been burned clean out,
every yard of silk-stuf and ivory but
tons"
He paused, breathless.
Miss Abigail clasped her thin hands
and elevated her pale brows in dismay
mot at the peculiar English and curl
sous rhetoric Of her narrator, but at the
startling information impaired. Lands
sakesr' she calculated. "You don't
CSimop nodded vigorously -
aYes.n he affirmed. with the apparent
sarare relish observable In even phleg-
matte natures when the misfortunes of
another Is the subject of discussion,
.sslost svsrvtbino tbsv a.vf Hadn,t NO
fosprance neither. Hsin,t saved a
enool ~ tbread Not az much as a hook.
eve nor darnin' needle leftr'
Miss Abirail promptly tied the strings
: ~ her sr,nbonnet afresh and let down
her oovn which had been ninned care
f,llT mn sI,u inst r7un over 10 Mrs
Evcnssst she declared Sand borrow fine
Cot,r;e, She takes IL News don't
fsste eood AZ second-band. anvbowr'
And she went
leaning out of a picturesque. vine
<rs;1 wss ,,,;strass loolad ,,rattv Doro-
INV sfratton- = =,
Z i-7s.yVhere ON earth Is Amt goinrP,, she
asked herself bewilderedly as she caught
sight of the tall, flying figure. .Leay-
ing the roses only half tied up. toor
Bf7t inst then a stray sunbeam lit the
stone on Dorothy's finger to dazzling
flame. She forgot all about Miss Abb.
,rail's hurried exit as She turned Il now
fhis yay. now that. and ended by Kiss
inc II IN, a burst of rapture. 20
SYou dear. dear little ringr' she said.
Yon sae r. was ouite novel IN her vet
her enrarement and her ring.
- Tb;s vssorlv Angnst Tn Mav sba
had not dreamed 81 the existence of
such person as Mr.. Paul Carlisle.
= he had come down to Blue-Berry
Hil in June, q popular and successful
vonno soIIIptor. seeking rest. Isolation
and country quiet. And the yery first
thing he did1he who could have chosen
last season from half Q dozen brilliant
society beIles-was to fall head over
ears in love with Dorothy Stratton.
= She captured his erratic artistic fam
sy. g !. and she pleased bis instinctiVesense
She was 50 1.-the and graceful, with
and arms. q And She held her small.
sloe-black head with such Charming
(fionitv. And what could be more win.
coma Than tbe face with its clear color
less sk;n and l;ou;d orav ewes and
c1rved black brows and cTavs' sweet
crimson mouthP
just how June and July passed
neither of these happy. foolish youno
neople oould have lucidlv explained
Ana the nrec;se manner in xvh;ch he
ba3 sroIan AZ Last tha sbv confnsion "A
her answer the ,artino- NTH rsgrets
bone-- love unutterable' was still q ynern
MYSTIC. entrancinr. delicious remem-
brance.
But there was the ring, q plittering.
. tangible reality. So what wonder Doro-
thv e1rned n nm and down. and nnder
and over and Kissed II In sheer ioy oi
hearth - '-i7-7S u
- Over ct Mrs. Evans Miss Abigail sat,
her sunbonnet united and pushed bacI
on her head. her spectacles percbed or
her accom- mod st;nglv r;1i5 posa das-
In the rernsaI of fbs C,ss1oy,, 0o,ay;er
"Too bad. ehpi, oueried Mrs. Evans
briskiy topping eooseberries.
an his wears Of saying-ehi what,
thisp', -
~ ssWhst,s vhatp,, asked Mrs. Evans
startled at her guests tone. She wa.
sfarin6 straiobf AT the sheet she held
her @ syss vs-g tronblsd N LED and and bsr % monti mS,
orimlv set
-; ADser dear Af;sz Rvrnesi,, exclaiynet
Mrs. Evans. in feeble alarm. ..do tellI'
But her visitor made no reply. onl,
roused herself with An effort. tied he
unbonnet strincs with an enerreti
ierk. and marched straight out Of th
house. the Cyciops Courier in her hand
Mrs. Evans stared after her moment
Then she tapped her forehead signif
went complacently on topping he
rooscberries. Dorothy, stifl sittin,
dreamily by the yine-wreafhed window
twisting the bright circlet round an
round On her slim brown finger. starte
as Miss Abigail banged the garden gat
behind her and hurried up the path
A heavy tread on the stairs. the doc
was flung wide, and she stalked int