The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-01-30

| ten DraSS. HOT, not everywhere! Hot
in the monstrous warehouses; hot in
the dim and dusty offices; hot ON the
hard stone pavements of the squares and
in the narrow streets. Hottest of Ill,
perhaps, in the rows Of thinly built
suburban houses, with their inadequate
blinds and fiimsy walls and ill-ftting
windows. '.s'4 Ial'Ia s.HI
In the parlor occupied by Angela and
Mabelle Fairfax they both sat this broil-
ing morning. The blinds were drawn
down to keep the sun out; the windows
were shut to keep the dust OUT and yet
it was hot--stifling hot.
"How avfut it is'' calculated Miss
Fairfax from the sofa upon which she
had flung herself, and upon which she
lay, languidly waving a fan up and
down-her face rendered more pallid
and marble-white than ever by the great
heat. Nature is much kinder in this
respect to some of her children than to
others, and, as usual, arbitrary and
capricious in her favors. For example,
excessive heat did net give Angela
Fairfax red face. nor Philip Massey
either-it rendered them rather better
looking than before; but its effect upon
the countenance of Mr., Fordyce was in
deed lamentable.
"How awful repeated Angela. "If
it is half as cold here in winter as it is
hot in summer, shall dier
No answer from Mabelle, who sat at
.he center-table, her rapid fingers deft-
| lV naninulatino, a otro, hat anJ e,Y,a
black gauze-an employment tending
TO produce sickness of the fingers in
that temperature, and who did not COM
plain of the heat, nor of anything else.
Her sweet face was paler than it had
been; her eyes somewhat dark and
heavy; while in her whole attitude
there was dropping listlessness, telling
of WEAKNESS.
when l think of the rectory, and
.Nenside, and the gardens, this is intol-
cradle, and l could Scrcdmr pursued
Miss Fairfax, who had way of empha-
sizing the last words of her remarks.
"No doubt it is pleasant at Nenside
now," her sister acquiesced
pheasant! | should think so. Oh,
this is miserable life that leadl How
l hate and loathe it! Drudgery and
: slavery all day and all the week-and
for whatP A pittance! That THAT
Fairfax should ever come to such
pass!'
"Dear Angela. people have been very
kind to us. am sure we seem to have
lots of friends, and look how many
pupils you have already"
Vulgar wretches! Shop-keeper's
children, the Dissenters' children, and
all kinds of horrid peoples children"
81 can't say that l see so much vul-
garity in them"
"You are hopelessly devoted to what
is low and horrid."
"Indeedr' said Mabelle, raising her
head with flashing eyes, and height
ened color, and lips parted to utter some
comment upon this gracious remark.
Suddenly she closed her lips, pressing
them together, and bending again to
her work, maintained long silence, after
that one irrepressible lndeedr
"At what time does this wonderful
entertainment beginP" was Angela's
next inquiry.
"Halt-past ten they were to call for
us, and it is half-past nine now."
"Half-past ten! Imagine setting off
on a day like this to a picnic! A bank
holiday, too! All the tow'l will turn
out, and we shall look exactly like
party of cheap trippers. For my part,
| can't see the pleasure of such expedi-
tions."
"Why go, If you think it will tire you,
and that you won't enjoy itP"
"How ridiculous you are! OF course
Imust 90. What could do here all day?
There will be two or three people in adj
dition TO our two selves. How sick peo-
pie do get of each Others society, to be
sure?"
Thanks for the compliment"
"Well, you must own, Mabelle, you
are hardly society for me-you-"
"No, | suppose not. One may be
useful as milliner without being ex-
actly company for ones customers" b"
"Oh, as ii | meant thatl What hor-
rid things you do say. You know what
| mean. You are child"
81 thought children got on best to-
gether, said Mabelle, meokly, but with
an odd curl at the corner Of her lips.
WHAT At any rate there is one
human being to-day who will be more
entertaining than my aoiOred pupils and
their delightful parents"
Mabelle made no answer, but her del
icate eyebrows contracted, while An
gela went on, in more amiable tone, as
of one inviting question or comment:
Poor Mr.. Masseyr' i
To this also she received no reply, but |
Mabelle's face was flushed, and she gave |
an impatient jerk to the hat she was
trimming.
He really must be very good Great
ure, despite his disagreeable sister,"
continued Angela, discussively.
Ii you mean Grace, don't think
she is at all disagreeable."
Not to you, perhaps; If you had the
misfortune TO be twenty-five years old,
and an object of admiration to her
brother, she might favor you, too, with
a share Of her i'll manners. Really, the
way in which these sisters are Jealous
OF their great clumsy brothers is TOO
ridiculous. They seem to think that
every woman who meets them will set
her cap at them. Thekla Berghaus is
just as ridiculous about Hermann, as If
| would toot at a child like him."
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