The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-03-19
MADE OR MARRIED.
BY JESSIE FoTHERGILL,
Author of zone of Three" "Probution." "Ihc
ReIlfGEdS," Etc
CHAPTER XX.-CoNTINUED.

~ Bsudsids," Etc,
CHAPTER XX.-CoNT1NuED.
Slowly Mabelle took her way through
the garden, gathering here and there
some sweetly-scented flower, and linger-
ing amongst the many fragrances as If
she could not bear to part from them.
Then, by degrees, out of the garden and
into the first fields surrounding the
house. No sooner had she arrived there
than something jumped up against her
dress, and looking down she perceived
the fussy-looking person of DR.. johnson,
who had seen her proceedings in the
hall from one corner of one eye, but
who had only just persuaded himself to
leave his delicious corner on the sofa,
and whose wriggling body and pleading
tail now said distinctly: "You can new
er think of leaving me behind"
"Oh, Dr. johnson, you want to come,
too! Well, you shall, if you don't run
after the sheep" she observed, which
observation the Doctor, perfectly COM
pretending, hailed with three active
bounds and as many sharp, excited
barks, while Mabelle's step hastened
itself somewhat in sympathy with the
creatures eagerness.
A walk of ten minutes along the we'll
known feld-paths brought her to the
cliffs, and to the agreeable little hollow
where she and Grace were wont to sit
with their books and work, idling away
the sweet, long, summer days.
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down upon the shore, and when the
tide was high there was nothing to be
seen below but a heaving green depth,
clear as crystal, and indescribably beau.
tiful. One might dwell for pages upon
the strange tints and shadows, the
changing, mysterious lights and CLEANS
and flashes OF foam, and sudden dark
ness of that noble sea which washed the
cliffs about Foulhaven, but that the de-
scription might wax tedious, and coult
not give the faintest idea of the whole
Once, when some person was feebly
and hopelessly quoting the words abou
"the light that never was, on sea o.
land" Mabelle suddenly burst forth
"But you are quite mistaken; it 4
there! | have seen it. 1t is the greer
light on the waves at Foulhaven." Ant
the company laughed, and did not be
lieve her; but Mabelle spoke the word
of truth and soberness Notwithstanding
From where she sat this Afternoon
she could not see, without standing u
and craning her neck for the purpose
the two old stone piers to the south
with each an odd, stumpy-lookins light
house at the end of it, between whic
the river ran into the sea, so that the
helped to form kind of harbor, in an
out of which the fishing craft went sal
ing, sailing, every day, with their rec
brown or saffron-colored sails gentl
spreading to the breeze. But she coul
see, as she lay back with her hand
clasped behind her head, little spec
of the top of the great East Cliff, whic
was SO high and mighty, and in storm
weather SO grim and terrible. An
upon that speck stood the detiant-lool
ing ruin of a very ancient abbey, yclepe
st. EthelAeda. 5T III
Go where one would in the neighbol
mood of Foulhayen this frowning rui
confronted one, and seemed to don
inate every part of the landscape.
looked grimly down upon the voyagel
in ships at. sea; while the blue SIX
CLEANED through the broken tracery
its fine old windows. By land, no ma
tier where, west, north or south, thoug
it might be hidden for o moment /
some lofty bank, some bend in the roac
or some hedge Of trees, yet, emere
once more and again you saw it, towe
ing above everything else-an anciel
guardian, endowed with the impressiv
ness which only such strange, hoal
buildings can have-the survivor of
hundred kings, and the beacon Fl
miles around to those who "go dow
into the deep in ships"
Now, Mabelle Fairfax lay back al
gazed at the gaunt old ruin and spec
lated about it, and wove the webs
her hopes and fears, and her wonde
as to what life held for her as 81
watched white clouds sailing seawa
behind its windows.
"How good they are to mel 81
thought. "They actually want me
stay another month, and have be-
here for three weeks already! And he
I should likeit August now, and th'
don't texpect Philip home till Octobe
so I have plenty of time to stay
month, and be gone away for ever
long before he comes OF course,
can never come here when he is
home, the very sight Of me would ma
him furious, j should dlthink."3Ui 5f
Here she sighed and half closed b
ewes, while herthoughts wandered aw
apon other tracks, and DIR. johnson {
beside her, blinking at the ruins Of 7
abbey with bis, tongue out, and oct
eionaIly turning his head and glanci
n her oEsr bis shoulder with q b