The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-03-12

ing, occasionally stretching out paw,
or pricking up one of his silky ears;
and the yellow canary appeared to sleep
in his cage near the door, and the great
gray pa rot was quiet on her percl op-
posite the object of her contempt and
spite, the aforesaid canary HaA you or
any one else peeped into the room on the
lett, close by the sofa, the stalwalt form
OF Mr.. Massey would have been apparent,
his red and yellow -pocket-handke chief
lightly thrown over his face; his hands
folded, his limbs outstreUched, sleeping
the sleep Of the Just. In the rocking.
chair by the window sat, not slept, his
wite--she was not of drowsy tempera-
ment-but with her usual after-dinner
recreation, volume OF fiction or poetry
in her hand.
In the room to the right of the hall.
which was the drawing-room, or parlor.
as they called it, there was another
great sofa, of the good old kind which
has now ceased to be manufactured,
and upon that sofa was stretched the
shape of Grace Massey. Sac. too, was
apparently lost to outside things. The
book which she had seemingly been read
ing, and which may have had the sooth-
in effect ment oned, had fallen from her
hand upon the floor; it bore the title:
Political Economy-John Stuart
M H."
Is there any one else, sleeping or
waking, on the premisesP 1t would
seem so, for there came lifting down
the broad, black stairs, the slender fig
ure OF girl, tall and liss )m, blessed
IN some soft, flowing, gray stuf, car
rying book in her hand. and hold
lug by the brim q broad, shady straw
hat.
She came gliding down the stairs.
and paused in the hall, looked around
and seemed to listen. Then, looking
into the drawing room, she beheld the
prostrate form OF Grace, and smiled an
irrepressible smile which ran over all
her lace, and frightened it like flash
OF sunshine. She stole softly away,
and looked next into the d ming parlor,
saw the sleep ng master and the reading
mistress OF the house, and came on
tiptoe toward the latter, who had
looked up.
"Going out, Mabelle, all alone?" asked
Mrs. Massey.
"Yes, Grace is asleep. Won't it be
fun to tell Hermann that she has actually
been seen slumbering over John Stuart
NIL s 'Politi al Economyp'" Mrs.
Massey smiled, and shook her head.
And | want you to tell her when she
awakes-but don't sturb her ON any
account-.that | shall bo in the hollow
on the cliff, you know, and shall stay
there till tea time. So goodbye till
then"
Mrs. Massey looked up, and the sweet
face looked down. MaDelle dropped a
kiss upon the matron's cheek, and went
away again, putting on her shady hat
as she went out into the sunshine.
Delicious, glowing warmth of an
August afternoon-when the spicy pinks
and carnations send up an incense toe
precious to be forgotten; when the late
roses and mgnonettes in some forgotten
corner of the garden blend with that
incense; when the trees are full of piums
and pears and summer apples; wher
woods are heavy with the sober greens
of ripe maturity; when the mere seusa
ton of being out amongst it all give
one feeling of voluptuous well being
when ones very thoughts seem to par
take of the haze of heat and light which
floats in the distance, and when a dotc
far niente is the sweetest thing that lif,
can give. And to gain sensations lik'
these there is no such place in the worlc
as an old-fashioned garden.
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