The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-07-09
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JOHN GORDON.


ter's room, loudly Iknockingat the door,
and waiting fori loud answer IdH Hes
was pacing up. and down the library,
thinking iof The injustice of her inter- 4
ference, and she was full of the injury
to which she had been subjected She
had been perfectly sincere when she
I told Mary Lawrie that Mr. Whittlestaff
was entitled to have and enjoy his, own
wishes as against both Of them In the
first place, he was a mainland as q
man, was tobe indulged, at whatever
cost to any number OF women. And
then he was man whose bread they
had both eaten. Mary had eaten his
bread, as bestowed upon her from
sheer charity. According to Mr.. Bag
getts view OF the world at large, Mary
was bound to deliver herself body and
soul to Mr.. Whittlestaf, were ''soulr
sacrifice" demanded from her. AS
for herself, her first duty in life was to
loollafter him were he to besick. Un-f
fortunately, Mr.. Whittlestaff never was
sick, but Mrs. Baggett was patiently
looking forward to some happy day
when he might be brought home with
his leg broken. He had no imprudent
habits, hunting, shooting, or such-like;
but chance might be good to her.
Then the making of all Jams and mar
malades, for which he did not care q
straw, and which he only ate to oblige
her, was a comfort to her. She could
manage occasionally to be kept out of
her bed over some boiling till one
o'clock; and then the making of butter
in the summer would demand that she
should be up at three. Thus she was
enabled to consider that her normal
hours of work were twenty out of the
twenty-four. She did not begrudge
them in the least, thinking that they
were all due to Mr.. Whittlestaff Now
Mr.. Whittlestaff wanted wife, and, of
course, he-ought to have her. But she
could not be expected to remain and
behold Mary Lawrie's triumph and
Mary Lawrie's power. That was out
of the question; and, as she was thus
driven out of the house, she was en-
titled to. show q little of her ill-humcr
to the proud bride. She must go to
Portsmouth = which she knew was
tantamount to living death. She
hated only one person in all the world,
and he, as she knew well, was living at
Portsmouth. There were to her only
two places in the world in which any
body could live-Crokers Hall and
Portsmouth Croker's Hall was on the
whole the proper region set apart for
the habitation of the blest. Ports
mouth was the other place-and thither
she must 90. To remain, even in
Heaven, as housekeeper to a young
woman, was not to be thought OF. 1t
was written in the book of fate that
she must go; but not on that account
need she even pretend to keep her
temper.
"Whats all this that you have been
saying to Miss Lawrie?" began Mr..
Whittlestaff, with all the dignity of
anger.
"What have I been saying of to Miss
Mary?!
81 am not at all well pleased with
YOU"
Il haven't. said word again you,
sir, nor not again nothing as you are
likely to do.'
miss Lawrie is to become my wife"
$50 | hears her say"
There was something of q check in
this-a check to Mr.. Whittlestatf's s
pride in Mary's conduct. Did Mrs.
Baggett intend him to understand that
Mary had told the whole story, and had
| bOasted of her nromOtionp
"You have taught her to think that
she should not do as we have proposed
because of your wishes"
81 never said nothing of the kind so
help me. That l should put myself up
again you, sir! Oh, MOI l knows my
place better than that I wouldn't
stand in the way of anything as was for
your good or even of what you thought
was good-not to be made housekceper
to- Well, it don't matter where.
couldn't change for the better, nor
wages wouldn't tempt me-"
"What was it you said about going
away?" Here Mrs. Baggett shook her
head. "You told Miss Lawrie thatyou
thought it was q shame that you should
| udVc W lettf0 U6CduS6 Ol u6T.
81 never said word of the kind, Mr..
Whittlestaff; nor yet, sir, / don't think
as Miss Lawrie ever said so. I'm beg
ging your pardon for contradicting YOU,
and well | ought. But anything IS bet
ter than making ill-blood between lov-
ers.n Mr.. Whittlestaff WINGED at being
called lover, but allowed the word to
pass. by. "I never said nothing about
shame,m
"What did you sayPn
81 said as how must leave you;
nothing but that. 1t amt matter of
the slightest consequence to you, sir. T"
"Rubbish!'
every we'll, sir. l mustn't demean
me to say as anything l had said wasn't t
rubbish when you said as it was But
for all that, I've got to 60" ~
"Nonsense." &86
eyes, in course"
"Why'have you got to gopn NE,k
Because Of my feelings, SIR"
''I'never heard such trash t.f.
"Thatis' true, no doubt, sir. But
still, if you'll think of it, old women
does have feelings. Notasa young one,
but still they're there
"Who's going to hurt your feel
7'Ih this house, sir. for the last fif-
teen years Two been top-sawyer of TIE
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