The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-09-10

TO De'paSsed in fetching two-pennsurthS
of gin for him, andssher endeavorssto get
for him morsel of wholesome foodp
She had had her breakfast out of her
own china teacup, which she used TO
boast. was her own property, as it had
been given to her by Mr.. Whittlestatfs
mother and had had her little drop of
cream, and to tell the truth, her boiled
egg, which she always had on a Sunday
morning, to enable her to listen to the
long sermon of Rev. Mr.. Lowlad. She
would talk Of her hopes and her bur-
dens, and undoubtedly she was in earn
est. But she certainly did seem to
make her hay very comfortably while
the sun shone.
Everything on this Sunday morning
was pleasant, or apparently pleasant,
of Croker's Hall. In the evening, VIXEN
Mary and the maid servants went to
church, leaving Mrs. Baggett at home
to look after the house and go to sleep,
Mr.. Whittlestalf walked off to the wood
ed path with his Horace. He did not
read it very long. The bits which he
did usually read never amounted to
much at a time. He would take few
lines, and then digest them thoroughly,
wailing over them or rejoicing, as the
case might be. He was not a. the pres
ent moment much given to Joy. "ln-
termissa, Venus, diu rursus bella
movesP Parce, precor, precor." This
was the passage to which he turned at
the present moment; and very little
was the consolation which he found in
1t. What was so crafty, he said to
himself, or so vain, az that an old man
should hark back to the pleasures of q
time of life which was past and gone!
"Non sum qualis eram," he said, and
then thought with shame Of the time
when he had been Tilted by Catherine
Bailey,-the time in which he had cer-
tainly been young enough to love and
be loved, had he been as lovable as he
had been prone TO love. Then he put
the book in his pocket. His latter effort
had been tovrecover something Of the
sweetness OF life, and not, US had been
the poets, to drain those dregs 10 the
bottom. But when he got home he
bade Mary tell him what Mr.. Lowlad
had said in his sermon, and was quite
CHEEKY in his manner OF picking Mr..
Lowlads theology to pieces;-for Mr..
Whittlestair did not altogether agree
with Mr.. Lowlad as TO the uses TO be
made Of the Sabbath.
On the next morning he began to
hustle about little, as was usual with
him before he made a journey; and it
did escape him, while he was talking to
Mrs. Baggett about pair OF trousers
which it turned out that he had given
away last summer, that he meditated
journey to London on the next day.
"You amt a.goingP" said Mrs. Bag
gett.
II think 1 shall"
"Then don't. Take my word for ID,
sir,-don't.n But M. Wittlestaff only
snubbed her, and nothing more was
said about the journey at the moment.
In the course of the afternoon visitors
came. Miss Evelina Hall with Miss
Forester had been driven into Aries
ford, and now called in company with
Mr.. Blake. Mr.. Blake was full Of his
own good tidings, but. not so full but
that he could remember, before he took
his departure, to say half-whispered
word on behalf OF John Gordon. "What
do you think, Mr.. WhittlestaffP Since
you were at Little Alresford we've set
tied the day"
"You needn't be telling it to every
body about the country" said Katie
| Forester.
"Why shouldn't | tell it to my par
ticular friends. lam sure Miss Lawrie
will be delighted to hear it."
Indeed / am" said Mary.
"And MIR. Whittlestaai, also. Are you
not, Mr.. Whittlestaff ?"
Il am very happy to hear that a
couple whom l like so well are soon to
be made happy. But you have not yet
told us the day."
"The 1st Of August" said Evelina
Hall
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