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

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and she felt her heart throb. Oh, il
there were but something she could
say-some word OF warning she could
give him! Surely, surely 1t must be
right to do So And yet 10 vilify ones
own sister, ones only friend and pro-
tector, and to no purpose! Philip was
in no mood to believe anything against
Angela, though an angel rom Heaven
descended TO reveal it to him.
mo" he repeated; "you are utterly
different. One would never suppose
you were sisters"
people say that / am like our
mother, and Angela Ike papa" said
Mabelle.
"Do theyP But she has been a
mother to you, has she not9'
"Yes-that is, l have had no other
mother"
"Ah! That mean your sisters re-
lationship to you accounts for many
things" said Philip. ''Do you like
coming into the woodsP' he added.
sometimes; not to-day.
"No! Whyp'
ave don't seem united. II is not a
pleasant party. No one is enjoying il, "
replied Mabelle, vaguely, feeling
Philips eyes haunting her; miserable,
oppressed, helpless.
do you think your sister would sing
II you asked her9" sa d Philip. III
think it would be so delightful. ont here
in the pinewood; and her voice Is so
lovely. am sure she could" .l .I
1--don't-know," said Mabelle,
slowly.
III you were TO ask::her," he urged.
"I--why should she sing for my ask
ingP"
because you can do anything with
her. She says so. She told me so. Il
can refuse her nothing-my little Ma
BELLE those were her words"
Mabelle's lips tightened her face
flushed violently; tears of shame,
anger, humiliation, rushed to her eyes.
"Won't you ask her?' he pursued.
"After lunch." said Mabelle. gently.
Well-when you think best" he re-
piled, reluctantly, and he remained in
his place beside Mabelle till the meal
was over.
1t was not an inspiriting repast.
Grace Massey drew La sc Berghaus to
her, and they sat together gossiping
about their different teachers and pro-
fessors at school and college. In vain
Hermann tried to join in the converse.
tion. He was sent away Iebulfed and
disconsolate. Thekla Berghaus, con-
trary to her usual frank, genial way OF
doing her best to entertain the whole
party, was flirting openly and exclu-
sively with the most inane of her broth
er's friends, talking wild and flippant
nonsense, for which she would proba-
bly, blush when she recalled it TO her
mind during the night watches, and
laughing now and then at, not with. her
companion. Philip and Mabelle were side
by side under the beech tree; silent, both;
he engrossed in observing Angela, she
with heart as heavy as lead, and with
tears flooding her eyes, so that she
scarcely dared lift them. Angela was
the only one of the party who appeared
to enjoy 1t thoroughly.
Hermann Berghaus, rebuffed by
Grace, had sought consolation with Miss
Fairfax, and she was amusing herself,
and very well content in the conscious.
ness that she absorbed the attention OF
two men Of the party, while third one
saw nothing OF all that surrounded him
except herself, and wished for nothing
but glance from her eyes or a word
from her lips.
Well-he shall have it-some time. -
she decided within herself.
And this lunch was consumed. 1t
was like ashes, bitter TO the taste OF
some of the party; and thus the after
noon hours dragged on. Mabelle kept
her promise; sue asked Angela to sing.
Angela proved gracious, and complied
with the request. They all had tea at
an old black-and-white farmhouse in a
field, and when dusk was falling, and
the stars coming out, and the last song
of the latest bird was hushed, they
strolled through the scented lanes,
toward the village and the station
again.