The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-04-30

to spend a long day at the Zoo, and thai
to you even the hippopotamus is o
thing of beauty and a joy forever"
Il won't forget"
dyson S mania is for telling long
winded stories about his adventures as
y traveller. You must profess to be
deeply interested in his narratives and
accept them all as simple statements OF
fact. Do this, and you can hardly fail
to win the heart of Captain Downes
Dyson"
al understand, papa"
"Make one more effort with your
cousin. If it fail, give him up for a
time and try your hand on Dyson. lie
is younger, simpler, and will be more
easily manipulated than Dempsey. II
will be time enough to try the latter
when you fail with Dyson. My blessing
will accompany your efforts. Hem
We are no longer alone"
Mr.. Pebworth was right Quite a lit
tie group of people, after standing for
a few MON lnts in the cool shade OF the
veranda, were now adventuring across
the sunlit lawn. First of all came our
long-lcgged friend Dick Drummond,
who was believed by all there to be
their host Mr. Frank Frobisher. Next
to him came Mr.. Dempsey and Captain
Dyson, deep in conversation. Last OF
ali came Elma Deene with her sunny
face and 1.-THE, graceful figure.
Our friend Richard no longer looked
like the same man whose acquaintance
we made in Soho His leonine locks
had been shorn away till no more was
left OF them than would have command
ed the critical approval of any military
barber. For several days after the ope-
ration, Dick averred that he felt quite
light-headed. The automatically
straight line down the middle was
source of much trouble to him every
morning His once ragged sandy mus
tacke had not been neglected, but had
been trimmed, and waxed, and coaxed
till it would not have done discredit to
captain of dragons. His threadbare
velveteen jacket, his baggy trousers,
and his down at-heel boots were as
things that had never been. The dark
tweed suit that he now wore had been
constructed by a West End artist; while
his patent shoes and snowy CATERS in.
stinctively carried the mind back to the
pavements of Piccadilly and Bond
Street. In the matter Of collars. cuffs,
and scarfs, Dick was elaborately got
up, while it was a Strange experience
to him to know that there was no laun'
dress's account in arrear, and that he
might indulge in clean linen every day,
were he so minded. If he took out OF
his pocket once q day the gold chro-
nometer which Frank had made him a
present of, he took it out forty times.
Only two months ago he rather de-
spised q man who carried watch. AS
for the splendid brilliant which he wore
on the third finger of his left hand, all
that can be said is, that when one has
a mustache, one generally twists it, or
tugs at 1t, or strokes it, as the case may
be. with the lett hand.
Mr.. Dempsey, who had been great
dandy once on time, would fain have
persuaded the world that he had not
vet forte ted all claim to the appella.
ton. He was thin and tall, and re-
markably upright for his years. 1t was
whispered that he wore stays, but that
was probably calumny. His com
plexion was of that tint which is usual,
ly asso lated with too free indulgence
in old port. He wore brown curly
wig, and his mustache and imperial
were dyed to match. He wore his hat
jauntily on one side, after the fashion
of days gone by. This June morning
he had on a long blue frock-coat, q
white vest, fancy trousers and patent
boots with straps, not forgetting a moss
rosebud and sprig Of maidenhair feru
in his button-hole. When he sat down
he sat down with deliberation; and when
he got up he got up with delberation
Either his clothes fitted him too well,
or he was slightly stiff in the joints.
Captain Downs Dyson was little in
ocent.looking, fair-complexioned man
with small Luify mustache, weak eyes
thin piping voice, and an eyeglass
which was perpetual source of trouble
to him. He was dressed quietly anC
like gentleman.
Dick came to stand in the middle
of the lawn and drew forth his chro
nometer. Remember, ladies and gen
tlemen," he called out with an air o
authority, 'that the drag will be roun(
in two hours from now. Vivat Re
gina!'
What place are we going to visit TO
day?n asked Dyson.
"The ruins of Belfont Abbey" an
swered Dick
"Ruins again-always RUNS" NUT
tered Mr.. Dempsey, discontentedly. 60
can't see what there is to interest any
body in heap of old stones.'
Miss Decne overheard the remark
"a sad state of things when one ruil
has no respect for another,p she whis
pered mischievously to Dick.
, Dempsey and Dyson had brough
their news papers and letters with them
! and they now sat down at the sam
table with Pebworth, who was dee
again in the Times. Clunie had move
away to seat on the opposite side q
the lawn, and there Elma joined hel
Dick had found garden-chair for him
self somewhat in the background. Her
he sat down, and, leaning back, title
, h hat over his eyes, stuck his thumb
into the armholes OF his waistcoat, an
cigar in mouth--went offinto brow
study