The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-08-20
CHAPTER XII.-CoNTINuED.

CHAPTER XII.-CoNTINUED.
"Don't chat, because I'm in earnest.
Katie Forester will be in by the very
train that was TO take you on to Lon
don, and I'm to wait and put her into
Mr.. Halls carriage. One of the
daughters, don't doubt, will be there,
and you can wait and see her if you
like to. If you'll get your bag ready
the coachman will take it with Kattie's
luggage. There's the Park carriage
coming down the street now. I'll go
out and stop old Steadypace, the coach
man; only don't you keep him long, be-
cause | shouldn't like Katie to find
that there was no one TO look after her
at the station"
There seemed TO be an opening in all
this for John Gordon 10 remain at any
rate day longer in the neighborhood
of Mary Lawrie, and he determined
that he would avail himself of the OPP
portunity. He, therefore, together with
his friend Blake, saw the coachman,
and gave instructions as TO finding the
bag at the station, and prepared HIM
self to walk out to the Park. "You can
go down TO the station" he said to
Blake, land can ride back with the
carriage"
"Of course shall see you up at the
house, said Blake. "Indeed, I've
been asked 10 stay there while Katie is
with them. Nothing can be more hos
pitable than Mr.. Hall and his four
daughters. I'd give you some advice,
only ! really don't know which you'd
like the best. There is a sort of SINH
larity about them; but that wears of
when you come to know them. / have
heard people say that the two eldest are
very much alike. II that be- so, per-
haps you'll like the third the best. The
third Is the incest, as her hair may De
shade darker than the others. | really
must be off now, as | wouldn't for
worlds that the train should come in be-
fore I'm on the platform" With that
he went into the yard, and at once trot-
ted off on his cob.
Gordon paid his bill, and started to
Little Arlesford Park. Looking back
he could Just remember to have heard
his father speak OF Mr.. Hall. But that
was all. His father was now dead, and,
certainly. he thought, had not men,
toned the name for many years. But
the invitation was civil, and, rs he was
to remain in the neighborhood, il might
be that he should again have an oppor-
tunity of seeing Mary Layrie oS Mr..
Whittcstail. lie found that Little
Arlesford Park lay between the town
and Mr.. Blake's church, so that he was
AZ the gate sooner than he expected.
He went in, and, having time on his
hands, deyiated from the road and went
upa hill, which was, indeed, one of the
downs, though between the park pail
ing. Hero he saw deer feeding, and he
came after while TO n beech grove.
He had now gone down the hill on the
other side, and found himself close to
As pretty laborer's cottage as he re-
membered ever TO have seen. 1t was
still June, and ii was hot, and he had
been on his legs nearly the whole morn
lng. Then he began to talk, or rather
10 think. TO himself "What a happy
ellow is that man Montagu Blakel He
has everything-not that he wants, but
hat he thinks that he wants. The
work of his life is merely play. He is
going to marry wife-not who Is, but
whom he thinks to be, perfection. He
looks as though he were never i'll day
N his life. How would he do II he were
grubbing for diamonds amid the mud
ind dust of Kimberley Instead Of
hat he can throw himself down on
uch spot as this, and mediate his
Iermon among the beech-trees." Then
he began to think whether the sermon
could be made to have some flavor of
The beech-trees, and how much better
IN that case II would be, and as he so
thought he fell asleep.
He had not been asleep long, perhaps
not five minutes, when he became
aware in his slumbers that an old man
was standing over him. One does thus
become conscious Of things before the
moment Of waking has arrived, so pos
lively as to give to the sleeper false
Iense Of the reality Of existence. 81
wonder whether you can be Mr.. Cor
lon~' said the old man.
"But am, said Gordon. 81 won
Ter how you know me.'
"Becausc ] expect you" There was
something very mysterious in this
which, however, lost all mystery as
loon as he was sufficiently awake TO
Ihink Of things You are Mr.. Bla'te's
lriend."
"Yes; I am Mr.. Blakes friend"
"And I am Mr.. Hall, / didn't ex-
aent to. find ynn slneninrsbere. In Gar