The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-07-18
A DULL SPRING DAY.

but it was not People dated their let
ters the 10th of April, but the boldest
crocus shivered as it stood, for a steady
wintry Wild penetrated every corner.
In London, the situation was rendered
more inconsolable by a thick fog; and
as the.previous day had been blest with
gentle shower, and a genial glimpse
of sunlight afterwards, the public made
the most of their grievance, and had our
fayorite topic, the weather, continually
uppermost.
It is all very well for foreigners to
laugh at US for always speaking of the
weather when we meet; but only q few
of them can guess what charmingly
varied subject it is with us. As we
never rise in the morning without three
anxious thoughts: What is the sky
Gkep What does the glass showp and,
What Is the last warning from American
weather may be said to form part
of the earnest business of our lives.
In comfortable dining-room two
girls were earnestly conversing. One,
bright and dark, with clever face and
charming figure, was seated on the
table; and in that position was enabled
to look down upon q small, fair beauty,
who had happened to don becoming
| spring costume in the east wind, and
had consequently caught violent
cold.
''It is too provokingi" she muir
INJURED, in q thick tone; al shall have q
seal-skin jacket and lace mantle side
by side all the summer, after this, for
fear of accidents.
Nonsense, Gladysl You will be all
| right tomorrow.
Every likely" said Gladys, resentful-
ly; ''but that is day too late. He is
| going to call to-day, Olive"
(Which 'he,' dearP" innocently de-
manded the cousin.
s.Never mind. Some one who said
he would call this morning. And now
1 can't see himl"
.'WhyP You're not i'll; you are only
ga fright Look at my nose!"
Certainly, Il was swollen. There was
a watery, feeble look about the eyes,
too, that denoted the condition we all
know so well; the frame rendered limp
and helpless by unexpected sneezing,
dainty dishes tasteless, and Cruel and
mustard the only things to be culti-
waited. We stupidity listen to the finest
conversation with lips partially open,
vacantly wondering whether a cough
or sneeze will be the next shock.
A loud double knock caused Gladys to
jump from her chair.
There he Isl DO run up to the draw
ing-room, Ohvei Mother won't be there
for hours; he is so early"
my dear Gladys, can't he wait till
my aunt"
please, Miss Olive" interrupted the
footman, will you be so good as to
go to the drawing-room, my mistress
saysP"
Away went Olive, laughing to her
self. Was she not the poor. dependent
relative, obliged to be ready for any
emergencyp Still, she fingered on the
staircase, smelt the flowers, and pulled
off dead leaf or two. Gladys lovers
did not interest Olive as a rule-there
were so many of them-and Olive had a
romantic little secret of her own; a
secret which had been as talisman to
her for the two years that had elapsed
since she had lost her father and her
far-away home in a country parsonage.
''Some fair-haired boy is clinging
nervously to his hat, suppose" she
ruminated, scornfully, as she mounted
the last fight ''What a disappointment
it will be when he sees nepf
So, with slightly mocking smile on
| hCi PACtty mOutus sue JuIucu Lno nduulc
| of the door.
Wondrous changed No boy stood to
meet her, but u fine, bronzed man; and
Olive turned pale and trembled
''You, William! Gladys said"
| ''Never mind what the pretty cousin
said, my darling; owe her debt of
gratitude for telling me where to find
YOU"
\ And such unmistakable love and hap
piness shone in the eyes meeting her
own that all Olives resolution was
needed to enable her to continue.
''Sir William, did"
8"What have done that you should
call me namesP"
81 mean," stammered Oliys-"did
you get my letters after my fathers
':Not until yesterday" gravely re-
| sponded Sir William, look of pain
crossing his fine face. There has been
treachery, my dear. But all that is
i over now, and -"
A loud rustic of silk and Jingle of
bangles caused Olive to start aside; and
she made her escape from the room as
her voluminous aunt entered It.
Gladys, in the morning-room, was
looking through crack of the door as
/ OuNe appeafeu-
isn't he Handsomely hoarsely whis-
pered the beauty.
mo. Yes-not veryr' gasped Olive,
running past and upstairs, as fast as
she could go.
s'Olivein
1t was no use to call her, for she
locked herself in her chamber until tea
time; when her aunt, Mrs. Cornwallis,
informed her that, as Gladys could not
| possibly go that night to the ball for
which they were engaged, she might go
in her place.
II should not go at all, but Sir VII
liam Maynard had arranged to accom-
pany u.s." said Mrs. CORVALLIS, gloom
| lily drinking her tea. SIT is really too
provoking that Gladys should have
caught this cold"
Olive said nothing. She felt almost
guilty; yet she had not planned or plot
ted for her present happiness.
When the carriage was announced,
Olive, in her pretty ball-dress, entered
the drawing-room, where her aunt and
Sir William Maynard were waiting.
"How long you have been, Oliver
cried Mrs. CORVALLIS.
II have only my gloves to button
now, aunt" replied Olive.
"Allow me-" said Sir William, and
Mrs. Cornwallis swept on toward the
door while the gloves were being fast