The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-03-10


down tomorrow and talk it over with
you; can't stop now" @
"As you please, sir; shall be some
where about. l 3fl..
Charles Dalrymplc turned too haSti-
". His foot caught against something
rising from the stubble, and, in saving
himself, he nearly dropped his gun.
He recovered the gun with a jerk, but
the trigger was touched, he never knew
how or with what, and the piece went
off. A cry in front, a confusion, one
down and the others gathered round
him, was all that Charles Dalrymple
saw as through a mist he dropped
the gun. started forward, and gave
vent to cry of anguish. For it was
his father who had fallen.
The most collected was Oscar Dali
rymple. He always was collected; his
nature was too cold ever to be put out.
He held up his relatives head and
shoulders, and strove to ascertain the
injury. Mr.. Dalrymple, though very
pale, had not tainted, and he opened
his eyes.
90 father!" cried Charles, with a
wall of grief, as he threw himself beside
him. II did not do it purposely-l
don't know how it happened"
"Purposclyl no boy" answered his
father, in kind tone. "Cheer up.
do not believe there's much harm done.
Cleveland, l think the damage is in my
left leg"
Mr.. Dalrymple was right. The
charge had entered the calf of the left
leg. Oscar cut the leg of the trousers
round at the knee with pen-knife, and
drew it off, and the boot. The blood
was running freely. As a matter of
course, not soul present knew what
ought to be done, whether any thing
or nothing, all being profoundly igno-
rant of the simple principles of surgery,
but they stumbled to the conclusion
that tying it up might stop the blood.
mot that handkerchief, interrupted
Mr.. Cleveland, as Oscar introduced q
silk one for the purpose, ''take mine; il
is white and linen. The first thing will
be to get him home"
"The first thing mustb be to get a doc
tor" said Oscar.
"Of course. But we can move him
home while advice is coming"
my house is nearer than the
Grange" said Farmer Lee. "Bettel
take him there
"No; get me home" interposed Mr.
Dalrymple.
my house is not a stones throw of,
and the best room shall be at your serv'
ice, sir. You know that" t
"Yes, Lee. But-this may be long
job. / would rather be taken home. y
THE squire thinks that homes
home" cried the gamekeeper. "AnC
so it is; specially in illness"
1.-The difficulty was, how to get hin
there. But necessity, rs we all know
is the true mother of invention; anC
by help of mattress, procured from
Farmer Lees. with impromptu bear
ings to it, made of "webbing," as Mis-
Judith Lee called some particular,
strong tape she happened to have b.
her, the gamekeeper, two laborers ant
Mr.. Lee started with their load. Osca
walked by Mr.. Dalrymple's side
Charles, in a state of distraction, hat
flown off to the town for medical as
sistance; and Mr. Cleveland volun
teered to 90 forward and prepare Mrs
Dalrymple.
Mrs. Dalrymple was in one Of tn
old-fashioned sitting-rooms of tn
Grange, with her daughters. Old
fashioned as regarded its construction
and its carved oak panelling, dark a
mahogany; handsome and modern a
regarded its furniture and fittings-uI
Mrs. Dalrymple, AN agreeable woma
of three or four-and-forty, had risen
and was bending over the tamboul
work of their visitor, Miss Lynn, tel
ing her il was too dusk to do NOR
then; Selma Dalrymple was trying
piece of new music, talking and laugh
ing at the same time; and Alice Da
rymple, lame and an invalid, was o
her reclining sofa, near the window.
"Here is Mr.. Cleveland by himself,
exclaimed Alice, seeing HIM pass. .
wonder where the others are" .
Mrs. Dalrymple raised her head, an
went, in her simple, hospitable fasl
ion, to open the hall door. Putting
back for Mr.. Cleveland's approach, 81
! retreated, and stood just inside the oa
parlor.
"What long day you have had
she exclaimed, as he came in after he
!, II think you must be tired. Whel
: are the othersP"
/, "They are behind" replied NJ
Cleveland. He had been thinking,
he came along, that he would nal
> light OF the accident, at the first tellin
a quite n joke of 1t; so as TO prepa
them without alarm. 1--WE have bagg,
), such quantity, Mrs. Dalrymple; al
7 your husband has asked me 10 Dime
q and is going TO accommodate me wi
. coat, as well. OH but talking
a bagging, and dinner, and coats, / no
you have plenty Of hot water in /
4. house; baths, and all the rest Of
> One of us has hurt his leg, and we m
,s want no end of hot water to wash IL
=, THAT is Charles, know" said 5
lima. "He is always getting into sol
u scrape. Look what he did at lie,
ia last week"
"No; 1t is not Charles, for on,
,u Guess again"
r. "Is IL Oscar?"
)" "Oscarl" interposed Alice, from l
8. sofa. Oscar is too cautious TO
NJ into hurt"
K. "Then who is itp" cried Mrs. d
N rymple, looking up. ''Is 1t muchP"
m hat should you say to its bel
v. meP" said Mr.. Cleveland, sitting do'
e. and stretching out one leg, as II itw'
n; stiff. and he could not bend 1t.
mt 20, dear!" uttered Mrs. Dalrymr
ng running forward with a footsto