The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-07-01

thoroughfare near at hand broke on the
silence until long after broad daylight
had settled down upon it. But when
Cassidy had dozed again and again over
his book, the first Of the morning cries
sounded on his ear, and after no great
interval the postman's knock came
down the silent street The watcher
having thrown up tho window quietly
to observe the progress OF the postman
marked the cessation of the foo tsteps
overhead, and, listening, heard the creak-
ing of the window as 1t rose in the room
above him.
.'The poor lad can't believe .she's
fooled him yet" said Cassidy, sadly.
The postman's knock sounded at the
front door, and Cameron ran rapidly
and lightly down stairs. He came
back with the false letter the tragedian
had written the night before, and Cas-
sidy intercepted him on the landing.
He had read it already and slipped it
into the Irishman's hands without a
word, and passed upstairs again. The
footsteps were going to and fro once
more as Cassidy read the wicked lines.
"She's disturbed, is she, poor thingP"
he said, bitterly. "That's a pity" He
threw the epistle on the table, and went
wandering disconsolately about the
room, but, hearing the landlady astir,
he fled like a guilty ghost to his own
chamber. By-and-by Cameron ap-
peared before him half-dressed.
"Have you seen my razors, CassidyP'
he asked.
IL borrowed them" said Cassidy,
blushing and stammering. Jack stood
by while he unlocked the drawer in
which he had hidden them.
you old fool, he said, with that
friendly brutality young men use when
they want TO hide themselves.
Il was not so certain of that same,
blundered Cassidy; but Cameron, re.
turning nc answer, marched off with
his recovered property. He looked rather
more stern than miserable, Cassidy
thought and indeed the young mans
heart had been oftener filled with rage
than with any other passion during that
dreadful night, and by this time he had
hardened into an intense bitter con
tempt for the girl he had loved so dear
ly. His first cry under the blow haC
been repeating itself in his mind al
night: "Never believe in honor or hon
esty any more" He told himself how
salutary the lesson was and the hrs
fruits Of Mr.. Montgomery Bassett's plo
declared themselves in the growth OF
trustful, afiectionate youngster into
cynic. He met his chum at brealdas
as usual, but without the usual greet
ing; and having forced himself to ca
|, some little food, he went downstairs t
the studio and began to work. Onl.
|, yesterday he would have lightened la
Dor by the singing and whistling Q
,, many CHEEKY stayes-he had whistl
like thrush's note-and Cassidy, q
he worked on his own side Of the stu
dio, missed the customary sounds Q
l merriment.
. Hang it air. said the perturbe
Irishman, regarding his work with dis
favor, "the shadows are painted in mu
: and the lights in chalk. How are yo
, doing, JackP
"Well enough said Jack, shortly
and silence fell again.
! art" said Cassidy, lis nothin
apart from the oydayal. The la
picture l painted-'twas finished la'
i week, and Isaacs has it-had a fin
L original notion in it. Two girls sittin
: on rustic bench with poodle dog b'
L tween them. Now this is loftier col
l. ception than that Two girls sitting O
an esplanade, with poodle dog apiec
It There's liberality for you"
y [To BE CONTINUED.