The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-02-06

her cool, egotistical. unlovely. because
sordid. coquetry-.had it not been for
the one element on his side, OF ph3son
ate earnestness of loyal good faith. and
pure-hearted, single-minded adorton.
This was what gave its tragic element
TO the affair. Phil p worshiped his god
dess most reverently, thinking her high
above himself anl every other creature;
being perle ,tly willing 20 forsake faith
er and mother, brother and sister, d
cleave forever TO her only-while she
Poor little Mabelle's bitter sig 5 were
not without ust cause and foundat ON.
"A town lie must always be Il sacri-
lice, | suppose, II ter our beautiful home
at NensiIe, but -"
"But do you think it could ever be
tolerable 70 yoLg"
"There mi1M be conditions under
which oh, Mr. Massey!'
A long and pensive glance was only
half over when Philip inter. upted it by
taking her hand.
Miss Fairfax-A -Angelav' he began,
and ter pause he went on, as she
had intended he should. with the story
OF his love, his alteration; his utter un-
worthiness and presumption. and all
the rest Of it; but the speech ended, as
all such speeches do end, with fervent
prayer that she would overlook the un-
worthiness and try to love him ever so
llttle--in ever so long time, and there
by make him happy from that moment
for all time. '' #' "" '-"
81! Oh, you astonish me!' said she,
and did not blush as her eyes met his
while she spoke. 4.. ....,......y,. ...
Perhaps | startled you spoke too
soon.-you were unprepared," he stam-
mered. ' 'H -.."'E .i'
1.-THE idea of anything he could say
startling me" thought Angela, with
supreme disdain ....... -g... ....
''But, oh, II you could only say that
l am not utterly Indifferent to you
81 can not deny it," said she, with a
long look, and smile that faded almost
before it began. md.
"And may ="
stop! / can not tell you that love
you, but"
81 never expected, never thought, or
hoped such a thing. But may hope,
Angela. that some time"
Hush! Do not be so excited, Philip.
Yes, can not tell you not to hope. l
I will think of i"
You are an angelr was all that
Philip could say, kissing her hand. with
fcryent look Of devotion that had
something of reverence IN it IA look in
which nOblcr woman might have
nobly rejoiced, but which caused An
gela to think how very desperately he
was in love with her, as she answered
with a smile.
A smile was her only reply to almost
every form o address, question, avow-
al --every shape Of praise, blame, re-
proach. Unkind and envious fellow
women, like Grace Massey and Thekla
Berghaus, have been known to say that
this form Of answer, constantly re-
peated, waXed monotonous; but how
can such smile wax mOno;onous.
floating over lovely face, and seeming
to be caused by unknown depths OF
feeling, family lighting a pair of di-
vine eyes.
The story goes that certain "Mater
Purissma, one of the most celebrated
pictures Of a celebrated old master, had
for model one of the most corrupt
women of her age. 1t is story which,
whether true or not. inevitably sets one
thinking when one hears it, and think
ing sadly, too, Of the many counter
parts of it which may be found in
these latter years of grace in the nine
teenth century, in which we have eman-
cipated ourselves from so much which
we have discovered TO be superstitious,
and set up instead each an idol fash
ioned by his own hands-our mater
purissima.
fro BE CONTINUED.