The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-05-07
FOR HIMSELF ALONE
An Interesting Tale of Reversed Identities.
pY T. W. spEIGIiT.
CHAPTER Tv.-CoNrINuE

DOE why, uTOD Hcr acquaintance,
Of course. Take no more notice of her
letter than ifyou had never receivedit. II
people will so far forget what they owe
to themselves and others as TO marry
clerks on hundred and fifty pounds a
year, they must take the consequences"
"Thcre will be no harm in my going
to sec her Just for once?"
"I've no patience with you, Elma. II
] had sister, and she were TO forget
herself as your friend has, l would
never speak to her again as long as !
lived" With these words, Clunie calmly
resumed her reading.
$50 that is what l may expect from
my friends when marry Dick" mused
Elma, with bright, defiant look in her
eyes. "'Drop her, Of course Well, if
they can do without me, can do with
on. them"
at this moment Mrs. Pebworth ap-
peared in the veranda, her kind, home
~ face looking somewhat red and fus-
tered. Dick perceiving her from where
he sat, started TO his feet. "Aunt,
where are you going to sit?' he cried.
"Come and keep me company" He
drew up another chair and she sat down
beside him. "What is the matterP" he
asked. "You look worried"
"lt's them pickles. What q trouble
they are. They won't turn out as green
as they ought"
why don't you leave all those things
70 the servants?"
Servants. indced I'm surprised at
you, nephew. A pretty mess they
would make of them. / think there
must be an eclipse somewhere about.
My grandmother used TO say that when
ever there's IN eclipse of the moon its
sure TO turn your pickles yellow"
Remarkable woman, your grand
mother, responded Dick, sententiously.
''That she was. II was she who
taught me to milk, and l was christened
after-Betsy. Yes, my dear boy"--
lowering her voice--''my husband calls
me Leonora because 1t sounds aristo-
cratic; but my maiden name was Betsy
Clegg; my father was dairyman at
Peckham Rye, and | used to have six
cows to milk every morning Of my
life"
"I've a great respect for cows. Fine
institution, very"
AT this moment the heat of the argu-
ment that was being sustained in Mr..
Pebworth's party caused Mr.. Dempsey
to elevate his voice somewhat Mrs.
Pebworth and Dick turned TO listen. He
was addressing Dyson. II tell you,
sir" he said with emphasis, "that my
friend so far succeeded in eliminating
the natural ferocity of this particular
tiger that the animals greatest pleas
ure was TO eat macaroons from tho ex-
tended hand Of his MASTER"
"Ea, ha, har' laughed Dyson, sar-
castically. "A remarkable story, trulyl
Now. when was in the Puniab-"
Mr.. Dempsey was seized with a sud-
den fit of sneezing, while Mr.. Pebworth
swept his letters and papers together
and rose from his seat.
"Dear me, dear me, had no idea it
was so late" remarked Pebworth. af-
ter consulting his watch. "And have
several letters to send off by the fore-
noon post" He moved slowly away.
"Leonara, my love, l want you," nc
said TO his wife, in tho most dulcet
tones, as ho passed her and Dick on his
way to the house.
Snow, what can Alermon want me
forP" remarked Mrs. Pebworth TO Dick.
'There's something wrong; i know
there is, by the way he spoke 10 me-"
She said no more, but followed her hus-
band into the house.
'It strikes me-" muttered Dick TO
himself, as he looked after them, "that
Mr.. Algernon Pebworth is one Of those
by no means uncommon characters-a
Philanthropist abroad, but a bully at
home.n
Mr.. Dempsey had risen, and was get
ting his letters and papers together.
II can't stand that Punjab story again, !"
he said below his breath.
Miss Deene had crossed TO q rosebush
and was selecting q flower. ''Mr.
Dempsey 1 challenge you to game Of
croquet," )" she called out, with mis-
chievous glance at the old beau.
''Only too charmed, Miss Deeno,v he
answered with grimace; 1but there's
o sort Of clever stupidity about croquet
that / have never been quito able to
-sssfar" ~ f7iH