The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-04-09

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from which they could descend to the
shore, and picnic under some huge
cliffs an almost unknown, untrodden
region, which Mabelle had yearning
to visit.
1t was September, yet the heat was
great almost sultry; there was a dusky
faze over sea and sky when the three
would-be excursionists met at break
fast. Their elders had finished long
ago, for do not suppose any one will
attempt to dispute the fact that the
present generation, as whole, break
fast later than the one Immediately pre-
ceding them. Mr.. Massey had been of
in his fields by half past seven, and
Mrs. Massey was at this moment in the
kitchen, not exactly eating bread and
honey" but experimenting her hand
maids in the preparation of something
which at the evening meal should far
surpass in excellence any bread and
honey that ever passed mortal lips.
Lettersr' said Philip, strolling in
last, as he simultaneously kissed his Sis
ter and took up a blue envelope ad-
dressed TO him.
"Good morning, Mabelle," he added,
for Grace, as well as he, had discovered
that the Miss Fairfax" sounded un-
natural, and Philip had adapted himself
to the circumstances which required
him to call Miss Fairfax "Mabelle,"
while Mabelle adapted herself to the
uncomfortable method of not calling
Philip anything hut "you." t
He read his letter. whilo Grace began
to lament the necessity for Mabelle's
early departure the following morning,
and was expressing the wish that she
had not so long journey to make
alone, when Philip, laying down his
letter and helping himself to an egg,
observed in well-feigned matter-of-
course accent:
al shall have to 90 TO Irkford myself
immed ately, so l may as well go to-
morrow a. the day after, and then Ma
belle will have an escort"
Ora looked swiftly at him, while
Mabelle's face flushed, and the former
sa d:
Really! If you could ma mage to 90
to ether it would be very nice. What
calls you to lrkford; PhihpP"
"a letter from Mr.. Starkie. I've
been expecting It, to tell the truth, for
some days. They are establishing a
branch concern at Bradford, and | had
q h mt that most kelly the manage nent
would be offered to me; so that the let
ter is not exa tly surprise; but know
Mabelle likes to have rs little to do with
me as pos ible, so / thought | would
not make her unhappy with the idea of
my travelling with her unless it was abb
solutely necessary.
"What do you meanP" began Ma
belle, but Grace interrupted:
"Why, Philip, you must be congrat'
ulated, mustn't youP Isn't it q very
good thingP" ....
sit will be by no means bad thing,
and 1t is very quick promotion" "
"Ah, but then, you have gone through
the iuconceivablo hardships, etc.
"And Brad ord may be very dull
place." he added.
"Oh, the idea OF thinking Of that
Why don't you congratulate him, Ma.
belle? Don't you see that he is waiting
for you to do itP'
"Is hep am sure do congratulate
you very much. am very glad"
"If you are pleased, am 50 glad,
though it seems TO require great effort
on your part to maze the necessary
speech for the OCCASION" said Philip,
unkindly. "But, considering the jour
ney tomorrow, l will say no more about
! it,"
Mabelle could not answer the teasing
remarks of Philip with her wonted
clever little thrusts in return. She felt
an uncomfortable sensation of cropping
in the dark. She wished that Grace
would not keep looking at her so ear.
nestly; that Philip woull not persist in
talking about the journey tomorrow,
Above all, she wished, and yet did moi
wish that that dreadful journey was
safely over
Very soon after breakfast the pony.
carriage came round, and DR. Johnson
! coming from the hall. where he had
/ been waiting, summoned them forth
and IL did not do TO keep DIR. johnson
waiting. They all went cut, MabellC
and Grace in their shady hats, and Phil.
ip in what Grace called ''the Australian
novelty" in white straw. They took
sun-shades, little shawls, and goodly
basket of provisions, as to which Philip
hazardcd the inquiry:
"Who is going to cat themp'
"Never mind that, but put them in,'
said Grace. "and when We come back,
hope your bushes may not betray
you when mother asks II we had enough
to eat. Now, think, we are ready
A parting wave of the hand; a
pleasant day, children! Supper al
nine, and don't be late for 1t" from
Mrs. Massey, and they drove slowly
away.
They passed long and glorious day
amongst the woods and on the sands;
sands miles away from any house OF
haUitation whatsoever, under dark,
frownng cliffs, around and beneath
which the sea Numbered forever in sol.
itary splendor. Such yellow, hard,
ribbed sands: such rocks full OF strange
fossils and pebbles; such crystal pools
unrullled as q mirror, rejecting the
sky, and studded with exquisite
anemones, fringed with fairy seaweed
OF every hue and every kind; in and Out
Of which darted tiny gray crabs, and
other minute marine treasures, more
difficult to recognize and more alb
strusely named.