The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-04-22
FABLE THE FoURTH.-coSrrsUED.

FABLE THE FOURTH CONTINUED.
"It's all right, "said he. And, as HI
seemed to see her great eyes glow il
the dark, the last two hours seemed tC
have become odiously coarse, and tC
have been robbed from life because
taken from her. He felt like brute
and boor.
"YesP" asked she.
"The Spaniards are two miles down
the uver, with earthworks, bitches,
felled trees, and all that sort Of thing tc
cover them. We shall have to pass the
Germans and the Guards. This is an
outpost Of the English infantry on the
left of the line; it goes to hill on the
far left of the line--but that's not our
way, your Spaniards being the right
wing, as / said before. There's Span
ish division and all the cavalry in the
rear"
''Let me see. Then these lines are
two miles long-from q hill TO where
Alperche joins Tagus; that is so? The
English infantry on the left, so far as
the hill: The English Guards and
the Germans in the center; / see. The
Spaniards behind defenses on the right.
Yes; that would be so. And the cav
airy and the Spanish division-ah. that
would be Of Bassecour, no doubt-on
the rear. Bien; l thank you, mon ami. "
A very little liquor on an empty stom-
ach tells, or Dick Blackthorn might
have thought her ready appreciation OF
military details somewhat strange.
''Can your horse stand another two
mile rideP' asked he. "I'm game for
anything now. Ah-Tve not guided
you so badly, after all"
"You have guided me, excellently,
my friend. Twas not wrong in coming
for advice TO you. And so l will give
you one piece of advice in return.
When duty says heads, and q woman
says tails, take you the heads, what
ever much she may cry. l must have
my brag, you good Englishman. II
will not hurt now. Blu. come-I like
you, just because you are big, good
natured, impulsive fool, who thinks Of
woman before himself, just because
she pretends to cry. Choose then;
shall you starve on thistles till you
choke, or shall you make your fortune
and follow me?n
Poor Dicks brain began to reel.
"You are French spy-Good God,
what have ] done! Here goes for your
horse, not1."
MADAME Krasinska, aus Poland, al
your service" laughed she; "that l.
my name. Inquire ut headquarters
they will tell you more. You will,
then, not be wiseP 1t is pity, for
like you, Mr.. Richard; / like you very
much indeed Aha-you will not shoe,
woman, not even now. Viue Ia
France! mon ami du reUoir!"s
No; he could not fire, even at {
French spy, who had made him an En-
glish one. OF she cantered on that un
weariable mare; and he let her 90, ours
ing himself for q fool And of sh'
went In the night; and what, In th'
name Of his own folly, was he TO d.
.nowp'
"It's o woman and q horse, thi
timer' groaned he.
He felt for once uncomfortably like {
fool. To fancy himself the protector o
beautiful and charming widow o
high rank, and then to find himself onl,
fhe tool and victim Of q French spy. HI
could see her'game clearly enough now
She had just made him cats paw, h
pick all tho chestnuts Of intelligence
she wanted out Of the campfire. Ant
( the worst Of IL was she must have seer
from the first moment that he was made
TO be her dupe and her tool Nevel
would ho trust bright eyes and soft
voices lgain. He would be woman
Hbater from that hour; for his vanity
had received horrible wound. =.
! But voman-hating would not draw
him oof Of the mess Into which he hat
Fiddsn- He could not 20 back 10 thu