The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-03-12
MADE OR MARRIED.
by JESSIE FoTHERGILL,
Author of "One Of Three" Probation" "I1
IIsllfelds," Etc.
CHAPTER XvII.-CoNrrNuED.

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those Philip was passing through must
always be pa nful and generally fail
ure. When we fail ourselves. we may
feel anguish and remorse; may call our
selves hard names, abase ourselves to
the dust, and seek chastisement for our
sins, but behind all compunction is the
consciousness: "After all, never was
pcr.cct to begin with; what have done
has not put me outside the pale of hui
manity, and there is tbe future in
which | may strive to expiate my SIM"
But when ones ideal goes-when what
was highest, purest, holiest, what
seemed stainless and unimpeachable,
crnmbles suddenly down befo ones
horror struck eyes, into common dust
one can no longer see with undistort-
ed vision; the reaction is binding, and
the miserable dust looks like heap of
dreadful corruption. Thus it was with
Philip, and it was with this overwhelm-
ing disaster that he had to battle that
night. Sleep, he felt, was out of the
question, but, seeing that his bedroom
had q round bay-wndow, opening to
the floor, he unfastened it, and saw
that a lirule iron balcony ran round it.
The n ght air blew keen and fresh, but
inyigordtingly upon him. He stepped
forth, and rest ng his elbows upon the
ledge OF the balcony, leaned there, and
gazed dreariy out into the night.
There was late moon, just about to
disappear behind range of low moors
to the west-he dimly saw the trees in
the garden, and the flower-ueds beneath
his window, and the smoothly-shaven
lawns. Farther away he beheld the
CLEAN of water-there was an artificial
lake, he remembered, which he had no.
ticed as they drove mp to the house. All
was very still and quiet, the whole es-
tablishment seemed hushed in repose.
This time last night he had been eager
ly longing for home; had been think
ing of Angola, of tie pleasure, the sur
prise Of his own sudden arrival. When
had he ever ceased to think of her? 1t
was of her he had thought as he land
ed, of her as he hurried as rapidly as
trains and cabs could take him to Irk-
ford of her, and of her only, when he
arrived, and while he was driving
through the dngy, well-known streets
of her, as, like flood, the remem-
brance of the same rushed over his
mind--Grace, Mabelle, the few short
and terrible moments during which his
leap from light to darkness had been
taken.
"She was married this morning. he
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are women made of. that they can do
these things-married this morning, and
not tlree weeks ago she was writing to
me as her dearest Philip Suppose
were to send the letters to old Fordyce,
without further note or comment--ha,
ba! It's q mad world, my masters, q
mad world. Well, man does not die
because woman has lied to him, and
suppose other men and women will moi
visit it as u sin upon Philip Massey that
Angela Fairfax first made fool OF him,
and then Tilted him. | came home Ger.
tain that was made man, every way,
and it seems I'm marred one instead
in the only quarter where cared fol
success"
The idea success awoke othel
memories. and he remembered his game
with Thekla Berghaus, and their defni
tions Of success.
"And / said Grey had been success
full, and she did not seem so sure about
it; but was rigAt, after all, for he has
got an honest woman for his wife.
suppose Grace meant that one day
when she spoke to me. What fool
wasp' N.
The night wore on, and the moon dis
appeared, and dawn broke in the east
bringing glad new day, wi h new
hopes and joys, to the woyliin general
but when the sun arose in lis beauty
hc found Philip Massey with a very
empty heart.
s CHAPTER XVIII. -
PHILIP OFFERS TO co IN SEARCH OF BLU
ROSES
Philip stayed his two days and two
nights at Mi. Grey's, saw much fin,
company, and had several converse
ti6pswjth Lady Elizabeth, who was very
kind to him, and asked him to come anl
see than fagain.t From Oalliards hi
wrote to his mother. telling her he wa
coming over to Foulhavsn soon, and On
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