The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-03-25

mlre, anu certain WeahueSS vi ledJure'
Dick Blackthorn was not q bad-looking
young fellow, and in better clothes and
cleaned might, so far as appearance
went, have Justified his sisters belief in
her only brother. He was by no means
unlike Patience, with the same COM
plexion and with nearly the same eyes
and eyebrows; but with this differ
ence that while hers were straight,
honest, and true as the day, his were
sidelong and shifty And so with the
features all through, down to the chin,
which in Patience was as firm as it was
fine-in Dick, aS-iine as it was feeble.
In short, Dick was taller and more
stalwart Patience with the strength
squeezed out of her; Patience turned
male and spoiled in the turning. What
the contrast was between the two young
men who stood face to face among the
bushes need not be told.
you're going to do nothing of the
kind, then, said Stephen, sternly and
shortly, for he fanced he knew his
man. you're going to do as hanged
please. You'll make your sister
wretched, and perhaps kill your father
if you 60 home without warning, and as
you are. | don't know what you've
done, but your father won't so much as
speak or hear your name. He'll forgive
you, you may be sure Of that but it's
but right to tell you he's not the man
he was two years ago"
"Ah, | suppose I've brought his gray
hairs with sorrow to the grave. Well,
all can say is he shouldn't have
treated me as il was baby, without a
will of my own. / should like to know
any chap of spirit who'd stand being
treated as if he'd stopped growing at six
years old. should rather like him to
see me now l think he'd wish he d
treated me a bit different when he had
tie chance to. Not the man he was
It's pot and kettle there. No more am
l." He stuck his fists into his pockets,
tried to look defiant, and failed.
"Come, Dick" said Stephen, a little
disgusted and contemptuous, but, for
Patience's sake, not unkindly; "this
won't do at all. / see you're in
trouble; and if it's only for your fathers
sake, must do my best TO pull you out
again. I'm not the man to preach
never fear. Here's my hand. Make
a clean breast of things; clutch hold,
and I'll pull"
IL know you're not bad sort, Har-
low, for all you look so confounded
flourishing. 'Tis enough to make a
trooper swear like an angel to see you
and to see me; and it was | always had
the headpiece, not you. Well, It's a
mighty queer world. Sometimes |
think I'll hang myself; and would
too, il wasn't sure somebody would
come by and cut me down. Somebody
always spoils whatever want to do"
"What's to be done with q fellow
like thisPn Stephen asked himself. But
he only asked Dick, "WellP"
Il can't even remember what the old
rumpus was about" said he. "Twas
either about horse or girl; but
then everything's horse or a giIl.
Anyhow, | meant TO be my own master,
as who wouldn'tP SO joined a circus
company at Manchester, and took a
new name AS long as I'd my pockets
full twas all right; but when they run
out, there was a row. think il was
about a girl or horse anyhow, I'd
had enough of the circus, and got a
place rs postboy at a house on the
North Road"
"And which happened that time,
horse or girlp"
"Oh, supe enough, it was a horse that
time. They said ] lamed him through
being drunk; Of course twas lie, Tor
the brute was going at a hand-galop
when was thrown. But there was q
pair Of baroncts in the chaise; and, be-
ing as drunk as owls themselves, they
said il was me-"
"And thenP
"Well, nobody can put It against me
l haven't tried Talk Of father! II
he'd been through what have, instead
Of living at home at ease, he'd have
some call to talk Of gray hairs. I forget
what came next whether twas wash
ing bottles, or whether twas gypsying.
| think twas gypsying; and got on
well enough at that II there hadn'tbeen
something about a horse. No--the
horse got into the bottles; il was the
girl that time. You wouldn't think, Ia
look at me, I've been in quodP have,
though. No; you needn't look like
that. Inever 90 after mischief It's
always mischief comes after me. II
was on Crusoe's island should be in
somebody else's scrape. II ever Tn
hanged twill be in somebody else:
shoes"
"And after the gypsying?" Stephen
chose TO ignore the jail.
"Then / went TO sea"
Anyhow, there are no girls or horses
there"
mo. But somehow or other 'twa
all one rs II there were. You can't cal
it nv fault, suppose, that the coaste
ran on the sands. They said It was. o
course; that was another Of their lies
But what's the good Of going througl
the whole confounded things all owe
againP I've been twenty things forty
for aught know. And by somebody
confounded fault or another they've al
gone wrong. can't even have forty
winss in wood, where nobody comes
but somebody else tumbles over me.
can't drink glass Of ale but what !
makes somebody else drunk, and thei
/ get the blame"
fBut that red jacket"
"Ay. That's the Kings. He CAV
me a guinea, too but that's gone"