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

"Lconora. my love-" he exclaimed, in
his most unctuous tones, "behold your
long lost nephew!' His arm took q
sweep through the air and his finger
pointed directly at Dick.
Mrs. Pebworth stopped short in utter
surprise. "What! that young man
with the red hair my nephew Frank!
Wonders will never cease"
CHAPTER III.
Eight weeks had come and gone since
Frank Frobisher had heard the news of
his good fortune from the lips OF Mr..
Gimp. Eight weeks had come and gone
since Dick Drummond's assumption of
his friends name and position, and the
secret had not yet oozed out. To the
world at large, including Mr.. Pebworth,
Dick was the lucky Mr.. Frobisher who
had dropped in for fortune of eight
thousand year; while Frank was Mr..
Frobisher's secretary and humble
friend. BY this time they were settled
at Waylands, a charming country-house
among the Surrey hills, which Mr..
Askew had bought ready furnished a
few months before h s death, but which
he had not lived to inhabit. Thither,
TOO. the Pebworth's had been invited.
1t was a lovely midsummer morning,
and breakfast at Waylands was Just
over, when Mr. Pebworth sauntered
across the lawn, his arms laden with
letters, newspapers and prospectuses.
The post-bag had just arrived, and he
was anxious to secure a first glance at
the Times. He selected rustic seat
and table that were sheltered from the
sun by the branches of large elm, and
there he sat down and proceeded TO un-
fold his newspaper. Scarcely had he
skinned the first lines of the money
article when q young lady in white and
rose color, with straw hat, and o book
under her arm, came stepping out
through the open French windows of
the breakfast-room, and after pausing
for moment or two, put up her sun
shade and walked slowly in the direc-
ton of Mr.. Pebworth.
The lady in question was that gentle
mans only daughter, Miss ClunIe Peb-
worth. She was a tall, thin young wo-
man, the angu!arities of whose figure
not all the art of her dressmaker could
eil'ectually conceal. She had fluffy light
faNcn hair, large prominent blue eyes, a
we'll shaped nose, and an excellent set
OF teeth, which she took every oppor-
tun'ty Of d splaying. The normal ex-
preston of her features when she was
alone, or in the company of no one Tor
whose opinion she cared, was one Of
qucrulous discont mt and incip'ent ill
temper You see, she was tiye-and-
twenty, and had not yet found suita-
BILE partner Tor life. Some one had
once told her that she locked "arch"
when she smiled; the consequence was
that she smiled great deal, but her
smiles ia elyextended as far as her cold
blue eyes. Mss Pebworth was not one
OF those foolish virgins who believe in
simplicity of attire 1t may be that she
knew her own deficiencies, and was
aware that it would not suit her to play
the part of the Shepherdess of the
Plain. In any case, even on this hot
June morning, her white dress, with its
rose o'ored underSkirt, was befrilled
and befurbelowed beyond anything to
be found in the Book of Fashions of
which she was an assiduous student.
Whatever was exaggerated in that, be-
came still more exaggerated when
adopted by Miss Pebworth. For the
lie Of her, Clunie could not come down
to breakfast without four or five dress
rings on her fingers; but then. as she
herself would have said, where's the
use Of having a lot Of iewelry Il you
don't take every opportunity Of show
ing it ofp 81 4 mds i
Mr., Pebworth, when at home, lived
in, the pleasant suburb of Bayswater.
His house was highly-rented one in a
Bemi-fashionable square; but 1t was es-
sential to Mr. PebWogth's schemes that
he should make d good appearance be-
Tore the world; while It was not 'needfnl