The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-02-20


strange little thrill through even her
veins-a passion, depth, looking from
their darkness-a ''for life or death,
for veal or woe" expression which
even she could not see quite unmoyed.
"And you will write, and let me
write to you. dearest?" he said, at last.
Yes, Philip; how often can one
write?n
" As often as one will; the oftener
the better. Ii you know how happy
every one of your letters will make
mel"
She smiled, and there was anothet
pause, till Philip said; "Ah, by the
bye, am very sorry about the ball to-
night-that you should miss it,
but"
"Miss it!' said she, looking up.
"Why? No one knows of our engage
ment, and -Philip-no one must know,
except those who know already"
What?' he faltered.
Fhe anxiety of q public engage
ment with you away, in this barharous
place, would wear me out, would al
most kill me! Indeed, Philip, it must
not be made known
! AS you will, my darling. 1 would
not cause you moments anxiety for
the world.n ..H r
You will cause me plenty while
you are out in China-awful place!
But don't you see that if l don't go to
the ball--just because you have left
what aOHL people thinkP l shall 90 with
very heavy heart. | shall be think
ing of you, and ready to cry all the
time; but, Philip, mast go, that is
certain"
"But Grace is not going. Who are
you going with?"
"Grace will 90 if you choose to make
her do so," said his lady-love, looking
at him with something like flash in
her languorous eyes. "And as for 9
chaperon, l will see to that. Mrs. Berg.
haus will chaperon u.s."
The saying is, indeed, true one
which asserts that the strength of some
characters only displays itself in great
emergencies. Nothing short of an i'm
mense occasion like this could thus have
called forth the strength of Angela Fair
fax's character.
Philip hardly knew what he felt a
he heard her thus rapidly disposing o
all his objections, and making apparen
the absolute necessity of attending th'
ball. A few more sentences passed, ant
then he agreed to use his influence witt
; Grace.
"But my time is Short" he said a
. last 81 must leave you. Where i
: Mabelle? must say goodbye to her.
Angela called her, and she cam
down.
Mabelle, Philip is going to China
and he wants to say goodbye to you.
, "To China!" echoed Mabelle, intel
ligently.
' eyes. He is coming back quite ricl
and then" She smiled with expires
/, siye sweetness.
"And then, Mabelle, hope we shal
] be brother and sister, We have alway
!, been good friends, have we not?"
"Always," said Mabelle, with
] wintry little smile, as she placed he
s hand in his.
. "Then goodbye, dear. know this
1 when | leave you with one another
leave both in good hands. | may tax
:; q kiss, Mabelle, for who knows when Q
how we shall meet againp"
/ With smile he stopped and teuche
l her cheek-half amused to see tn
y frightened eyes that met his-witb hi
q lips, and Mabelle said "Good-byt
Philip" but seemed to have no voic
u wherewith to wish him q prosperou
voyage, and then--somehow he foun
y himself outside the house.
n X
$50 to the ball! Neuorr' erie
d Grace, Indignantly, when he rapresen
5 ed the case to her. 81 should die c
blushes if 1 got there. The heartles
u ness of it! Oh, shamt ful!'
g "But if | ask you, as a last favor
y before go, Gracey--as a last, and u
Is greatest favor [ ever did asb?"
is "Philip, you are tyrant, and yo
t! never used to be one!' she said, pa
Il sionately. 81 can not 60; you mu
It not ask it,"
But he did ask it, and she, ia the enc
le granted it, as he knew she would. Wit
" q face of gloom and heart like lea,
q she went to get dressed. at half pas
l, seven Philip drove away, and on Ii
way to London, while the August SUI
~ set was flooding all the ripening fielC
n with golden light, his thoughts were a
at Mr.. Starkie's house, and the bal
W room there, and how Angela's hea
7. was heavy, and how Grace was thinl
ii ing of him. Surely, since five o'clocl
. he must have lived a hundred years
ID least.
CHAPTER XI.
"a GOING AND RETURNING.
70 WAngela had said, in reference to IL