The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1885-06-03
and hi, ala man. You are too old and

and this old man. You are too old and
too-too much yourself to punish. Be
of with you, and leave my own to me. +"
If ever desperate and baffied villain
looked his full hate, ii was Enoch Mar
rish then. Nothing was left him but to
turn, like snake under strong heel.
perhaps" said he, "you think
yourself very noble and grand to come
home beggar and bully girl into
sending her own father into the streets
for common tramping soldier. Per-
haps you will pay me that three hundred
pound"
For there is one passion even stronger
than such love as Enoch Marrish could
feel and that is revenge
"My father owe you three hundred
pound?" said a new intruder, in the
voice that had brought about all this
to-do. "Then here you are" And a
Young gentleman dressed in the very
height of the fashion yet looking un-
born thereto, threw down upon the
table bundle of bank notes big enough
to dazzle the eyes even OF revenge.
There; pick 'em up, Marrish. They're
Bank OF England, every one. I've seer!
and heard enough to guess how things
lie. Patience haven't you got one eye
for mep Father-I'm come home. too;
NAV, now; | couldn't as q Black
thorn, when it looked as If it was for
the fatted calf-could /, you know
Father, don't you know DickP 10
think I'd find him like this!" he cried.
"Patience, what has come to himg
Don't he know me? Father, look here.
Is it because you can't understand Dick
turning up like gentleman, with his
pockets lined with theseW
Tom Blackthorn only looked at him
vacantly. "Tll smoke pipe" said he.
"Tve been soldier" said Dick,
desperately. '1n Spain. Spain, do you
sees And when discharged myself
was that hard up didn't know which
way to turn; and there was nothing
fresh to turn tod tried 'em all.
Then l thought Of grandfather in
Thames street, father; l thought he
might make me clerk; and if not,
give me guinea to be rid of me
"Ah-Thames street, sir. l know
a skinflint; the most Internal old"
"Hush! Poor old boy-he's been in
the grave these two years; and without
a will. Patience, you and / have go'
TO divide eighty thousand pounds. The
lawyers had been looking for next o.
kin high and low"
"My wife's father died-two year,
, ago." asked old Tom, slowly. "Mar
rish saw him in less time than tina
time, sir. You're very kind. / dare say
], But il can't bet can't be.
Dick groaned. For he, also, had hat
his visions of coming home with a glori
GUS surprise.
But the mind of old Tom, though a
its latest gasp, was laboring. Ih'
shame of having begged OF his father
in-law, and begged in vain, was the dis
grace of his life; and even if all othe
memory went, that would remain. II,
looked at Marrish with such gentle up
braiding, as of man who, even whel
he had ceased TO be himself, can no
comprehend a cheat, that the other wa
: forced to hang his head, rs OF one VIII
Is at last brought face to face with con
science-not that conscience had mucI
TO do with Enoch, who, all because b
had dropped little gold ring, was los
n ing the woman he loved, and fort
thousand pounds besides.
1t was cruelty hard. There was tn
cost Of that first journey to London
when he found that Patience had bt
n come an heiress worth not only lovins
but marrying; and whom he might buy
le for want of better winning, If he coul
only keep the knowledge of her inhel
= itance TO himself and all that had gon
so easily and so well. There was tl
y marvellous stroke Of good fortune thi
y had removed his rival out Of his way
But there Is no need to repeat this stor
pr through and through. For over an
" above il all, over even the half OF eight
d thousand pounds, he was baked eve
le of revenge. And over and above eve
that, il such could be, the rival who
ID he thought dead had come back
n battle him, he was beaten, who ha
is never been beaten before. And "
70 bailled revenge and mortally woundC
" vanity were scarce so great as the das
ii ing away from his poor parched lips
the cup Of love just when il was touc
,e ing them. He had never been hapl
n in all his life; and he might hay
ID learned, after fashion, how
t, Some day or other, perhaps, son
er pen able enough will, instead OF d
or handing sympathy for the sorrows
10 true lovers, do tardy justice to the ira
III edy of the evil, the base and the mea
IN Only il would call for such infinite pi
IS that the sight Of the picture could scar
OF be borne. Be good that you may
e. happy, indeed The maxim has, in
ed self a mean and selfish ring. Be hap
ut that you may be good Is nearer Z
MARYLAND therein the tragedy OF 9
Ir- unhappy lies. And therein lay I
Ir- tragedy Of Enoch Marrish, the unhapl
= man. And now his last chance W
ne gone. And, since fable without
be moral Is not worth fig, and a histo
with some uneXpressed thought
at Christmas-tide in it, yet without Il
Irt son worth learning, is unfaithful to
on season.
nd II you would be good, be happy;
Is. you would make Others good, ma
lie, them happy.
That Is worth thinking over, be
rest of the story what IL may.
l Father" whispered Patience In
Tom Blackthorn's ear.