The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-01-02

" Schoolgirl, that one,n pursued
Philip, who had removed his cigar from
his lips. and was watching with more
interest in his dark eyes. "Nice look
ing lass, very, Fair hair walks we'll
straight as willow. Ah!"
2 With that exclamation, he even raised
himself, and looked earnestly forth. \
Unable any longer to endure being in
what he called false position-on the
wrong side, that is, for seeing what was
going on-Hermann Berghaus jumped
up and leaned over the back of his
friends chair; his fair, good-natured
Teuton face and yellow hair appearing
in marked contrast above the darker
traits of Philip Massey.
Thus placed, they surveyed the new
next-door dodgers, or rather, that one of
them whose appearance had called forth
that "Ahl" from Philips usually la
conical lips.
She had just got out of the cab, and
was standing, purse in hand, waiting
while the cabman and maid-servant
carried in the luggage. Her back was
turned toward the young men, but as
she gradually turned, watching the
progress of the luggage, they saw her
profile, and it was both beautiful and
striking-slight, pale and dark, with
fine, yet intensely clear outlines-out-
lies which cavalier might have been
disposed to call zoo clear, too fine
verging on sharpness. But the express
sion of the delicate lips was very sweet.
A gauzy veil was thrown back over her
bonnet, SO that her face seemed set in a
soft, black framework, wondrously be-
coming to her high-bred, delicate
beauty. Her figure was slight, tall and
supple; her dress exceedingly plain and
in good taste; her gown fell in long,
rather clinging folds about her. There
was natural dignity and distinction in
every line of her figure and attitude;
and the nGmeless something as well
which no natural grace can give. but
only the habit of life with refined per-
sons-the something which discovers
the well-bred lady.
She stood quite still until the cabman
returned, and then she asked him what
his fare was.
Philips sitting-room window was
open. and he and his friend heard dis
tinctly all that passed, She spoke in a
soft, pure voice. with an accent that
was like music in its perfect refinement,
neither Northern nor Southern, but
highly polished aud cultivated. That
accent struck with almost thrill upon
one pair of ears, which were sensitive
to melodious sounds, and accustomed
to the broad provincialisms Of lrkford
men.
"Three-and-six, miss, il you please, +"
said her Jehu, not meeting her eye.
acknowledgement she repeated,
pausing ere she sought in her purse the
sum, and speaking with surprise.
"Three-and-sixpense for that short dis
tanceP think you must be mistaken" {"
"From the Northwestern Station,
miss; two fares, three boxes and par
GELS! | amt mistaken, l think-not
much"
"From the Northwestern! The ras-
cally thief!' murmured Hermann
Berghaus below his breath, as he con-
tinued to watch with unabated interest.
''Of course can not contradict you,n
she replied, as she looked for the sum
required, "but it really seems TO
me-"
'Ask those ere gentlemen, miss.
They'll tell you," said the cabman, af.
fably, as he pocketed the fare, and
pointed toward the window in which
they were sitting.
Naturally, she turned with a swift,
surprised movement, before either Phil
ip or Hermann had time to draw back.
She saw their intent visages, and they
saw pale, delicate face, still more
beautiful when fully viewed than in
profile. A pair of liquid, deep blue
eyes; long, wavy, dark hair, parted in
heavy masses from low white fore
head, forehead as low and danger
ously beautiful as that of the Towneley
Clytie; a dubious expression, half sur
prise, half recoil upon the face; an ex-
preston which soon resolved itself into
one of naughty astonishment, as she
realized that the two faces she saw were
intently gazing at her, must have been
gazing at her for perceptible length
Of time.
"You have got your fare" she said,
in cool, unruilled voice. "Good-even-
ing"
"Evenin', miss" said he, with some
thing like a grin at the success Of his
ruse; while she, not vouchsafng another
glance toward the spectators, swept up
the little red-tiled walk, and was lost 10
view.
Philip Massey had sprung up, his
dark face deeply flushed, his eyebrows
meeting in frown.
"What an ass you are, Berghaus, to
come poking behind me! What must
she have thought!'' he exclaimed, in O
voice deep with annoyance.
ut was that confounded, meddling
fool of a cabman. I'd like uncommon
ly well to give him a hidingr' said Her
mann, recoiling, his face, too, flushed,
and looking intensely foolish.
81 hope she's pleased with her neigh
bors," said Philip, the flush still on his
face. as he plunged his hands into his
pockets, and strobe about the room-a
performance rendered less impressive
than 1t might have been from the fact
that two strides and half Of his long
legs devoured all the space at his COM
m1nd.
"Well, it doesn't much matter, +"