The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-04-07


at is the only PLAN" returned Os-
car, looking at Mrs. Dalrymple. "He
may listen to you"
II will go-to-morrow is Sunday
the first thing on Monday morning.
You must accompany me, Oscar"
"If you wish it, will"
Monday morning dawned, and al
got up to the early breakfast-tablei
even Alice, whose lameness was an
apology for not rising early in general
In the midst of breakfast, James came
in, and looked at Oscar Dalrymple.
"Will you please to step here, sir,
minutep"
"What forP'
"Just for a minute, SIR" repeated
James.
Oscar went out, some bread-and-but-
ter in his hand, for there was no time
to spare. James shut the door.
"Here's Reuben come down, sir, by
the night MAIL" he whispered: "He
told me to fetch you out to him, but
not to say to mistress that it was him.
Oscar walked quickly across the hall.
Reuben, who was peeping for him,
from the kitchen passage, turned into
an empty room. Oscar followed
"What is itP What has broughty you
from town."
The old servant trembled with agita-
ton, and grasped hold of the back of a
chair. "Oh, Mr.. Oscar! it is all over.
My poor young master is gone"
Oscar sat down, seemingly uncon-
scous what he did, and the same red
light came into his cheeks.
The very night you left, sir, he went
out again with those men. Before he
went, he told me he was ruined, and
more than ruined. He never came
back. He followed on the fate of the
first Charles Dalrymple; but he did not
come home to do it.
ale has destroyed himselfP"
"IIe has! he hast
"Howp In what mannerP"
drowned, sir. He jumped over
Notwithstanding, right into the
water. Oh. what distraction his poor
mind must have been in, to urge him
10 Sucn ueatn rs InaJ!
Oscar rose and looked from the win
dow. Cold as was his nature, the news
could not fail to shock him-although
he was the inheritor.
"Has the body been foundP" he
presently asked.
"No. Perhaps it never will be. The
officers say, not half the bodies that
get into the Thames ever see the light
again. But his fate is as certain, sir,
as if it had been; and it may yet b,
found. Curious TO say, young man
who works for his tailor, passed along
the bridge, just before two o'clock
and saw him there, half hanging over the
parapet, Just as il he was going to droI
into 1t. He pulled him back, but, h,
says, when he saw it was Mr.. Dal
rymple, he begged his pardon anC
walked on. AT two, the men, in
barge there, heard the splash in th'
water, and the next day his hat wa
found in the stream, and brough
home"
ut is sad news" said Oscar. 81 an,
Mrs. Dalrymple were on the point @
starting for London. 1t is Of no us
now"
Oscar" called out the voice of Mrs
Dalrymple, "where are youP We hav
not many minutes"
"How ever shall break 1t TO themp
muttered Oscar. ~ do not like tn
mission"
He walked across the hall, noD HI
oscn, and re-entered the breakfast room
He proceeded with his task as well a
he could, and got through it, not tellinI
them the worst particulars at first, an,
almost thankful that Alice tainted an,
fell on the floor, because it caused som
diversion to Mrs. Dalrymple's 5 death-lik
shock.
| And, ere the midday sun was at II
height, the estate was ringing with tn
news that its generous young landlor'
had passed away, with his faults an
his follies, and that Oscar Dalrympl
reigned at the Grange.