The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-05-07

III Miss Deene will allow me-" said
Dyson, rising with alacrity.
"Only too delighted, Captain Dy-
son."
"Dyson has quite genius for GRO
quet, sneered Dempsey.
"Some people have no genius for any
thing" remarked Miss Deene, with the
most innocent air imaginable.
She and Dyson strolled off together
toward the croquet lawn, the last words
conveyed to those who were left behind
being: "When l was in the Punjab,
Miss Deene.--," The rest was lost IN.
the distance.
"Horrid 1irt!'' exclaimed Clunie,
spitefully, as her eyes followed her cous-
in. ~ must rescue the litle Captain
from her clutches ut any cost"
Mr. Dempsey crossed the lawn, and
went indoors with very sour look on
his face.
Clunie and Dick were left alone.
No sooner did Clunie Pebworth find
herself alone with Mr. Drummond, than
she proceeded to peep at him round
clump of evergreens. He was leaning
back in his chair in his favorite atti-
tude, with his hat tilted over his eyes.
"He can't really be asleep" said Clunie
to herself. 'Not three minutes ago he
was talking to mamma" She strolled
toward him, humming little air un-
der her breath, and swinging her straw
hat in one hand with an air of engag-
ing innocence. She was passing close
to him, when suddenly she shrieked,
started and nearly fell into his arms.
1.-THE waspr' she cried" the horrid
wasp" i
Dick opened his eyes, sprang to his
feet, swung Clunie into the chair in
which he had been sitting, and kissed
her as he did so. "Eh! WhatP Wasp!
Wherep Beg pardon. Temptation
too much for me. But cousins may
kiss. Provided for in the Prayer-book,
you know"
"You are horrid man." retorted
Clunie, with pout.
l know am horrid man; only
you needn't remind me of the fact.
But where's that marauding waspp"
"Gone. 1t went sailing away over
the shrubbery." Etf1l
"I don't think it wanted to sting you,
Clunie; only to sip the honey of your
lips. don't blame that wasp" He
sat down on chair beside her. "What
have you hereP" he asked, taking q
book from her unresiSting fingers.
"a beautiful volume. Piljam's
d" Afiinities of the Soul" But you
don't care for poetry
"How do you know that? In any
case, I'm open to conversion. Good
gracious! what's this?n He had
opened the book at random, and he
now read out the two following lines:
t" Each soul IS welded ere It comes to earth;
Somewhere in space It's other half is wait
| ing"
"rve often heard that marriages
are made in Heaven" remarked Dick;
"but l never knew till now that we are
married before we are born. What a
frightful idear'
"You misapprehend the poets mean
ing, Cousin Frank. But perhaps you
have never studied the doctrine of
Elective Affinities-of spiritual unions
anterior to our moral birth?'
Cant say that l have. But how
easily one might perpetrate bigamy
without knowing it,"
"Mark how splendidly the poem
opensr' exclaimed Clunie, with we'll
feigned enthusiasm. Then she began TO
declaim:
"Soft lapslng languors Of the lonely shore,
White Aphrodite rising through the waves,
Sweet solemn strains heard once, and thon
A madd'ning crowd that creep through
Mem'ry's moaning caves"
"Vastly pretty" said Dick, with q
humorous twinkle in his eyes. "Mem-
ory's moaning caves is especially fine.
But what does it all meanP"
"Ah, Cousin Frank, I'm afraid you
have no soul for poetry"
"That must be the reason why I'm so
prosy."
at is quite evident that you have
never been in love-"
81 believe | am very much in love-
with myself; and l once had o thor
oughbred bull-terrier that l all but
adored."
"And yet there must be sympathetic
chord in your bosom"
"rm glad it's not round my neck. "
"a chord that needs only to be touched
by Loves rosy fingers to discourse
earths sweetest music"
GOOD gracious''
"But music that will some day be adj
dressed TO another that will
never be heard by me-"
80 much the better for you, Clunie;
and II were you / would try TO find
some sweeter strain elsewhere said
Dick, not unkindly. There's Captain
Dyson, for instance, who was making
eyes at you over the breakfast table.
He is young, rich, spooney-why not
try TO find sympathetic chord in his
bosomp Who knows but that nc may
have II soul which is pining vainly for
its other half and that you, ma belle
cousine, may have that otherhalf which
alono can make the fierce Captain
happyP" He changed his tone abruptly.
"Ah, here comes Drummond," he said,
dryly.
THAT odious Mr.. Drummond! He's
always to be found where he s not
wanted" said Clunie, petulantly. Then
putting on dignifed air, she added:
II thank you for your candor, Cousin
Frank. Some day, perhaps, you will
understand me better" She turned
abruptly into sidewalk as she said
these words.-'1 may as well 60 in