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

the Ea,i's, when l was youngster.
Two rel-coat blades had come down
there with the young Lord, him as IS
now the Earl, for weeks. sport, and
one of 'em Che seemed to us keepers as
Il he had never handled gun in all his
born days) got the shot into the others
calf-just as it has been got this even
ing into the squire's. That was a worse
accident, though, than this will be, l
hope. He was laid up at the inn, close
by where it happened, for six weeks,
and then"
"And then--did it terminate fatallyP"
interrupted Charles, scarcely above his
breath.
Law! no, sir. At the end of the six
weeks he was on his legs, as strong as
ever, and went back to Lunnon-or
wherever it was he came from.
Charles Dalrymple drew a relieved
breath. al shall go in and hear what
the surgeons say" said he, restlessly..
The medical men were still with Mr..
Dalrymple, and Charles entered the
oak parlor. Miss Lynn was standing
before the fire. No one else was there.
"Charles, a" she said, 81 wanted to see
you. Do you fear this will be very
badP'
81 don't know" was the desponding
answer.
Whose gun was it that did the mis-
chiefP"
Whose gunl Have you not heardp"
he broke forth, in tone OF fierce SELF
reproach.
mo" said she, looking at him.
"MinG, of course, And if he dies, L
shall have murdered him.
Miss Lynn's countenance faded to
sorrow with the words, but she did not
speak. l
81 see what you think, Isabel" he
said, in the mood to view all things in
a gloomy light, ''that you will be bet.
ter without me than with me. Cancel
our engagement, you will. ] can not
say do not deserve it.
mo, Charles, | was not thinking
that" she answered, the tears which
had risen to her eyes, glistening in the
glow of the fire. 81 was thinking
whether / could say or do any thing
that would induce you to become more
7 thoughtful = more like rational
being"
"And less like a fool. Say 1t out,
Isabel" ."
"You are any thing but that, and you
know it. Only you act from Impulse
You think, speak, move, without thu
slightest deliberation; it is all impulse. y
"Impulse could hardly have been a
fault here. 1t was horrible accident
and shall deplore it to the last hour o.
my life. But it was an accident thai
might have happened to any one elsc
to Oscar, cautious as he is"
"How was it?"
IL can not tell. / had been speaking
to Lee, and was turning sharp round tt
caAh up to the others, and the guI
went off. Perhaps the trigger caugh
my coat-sleeve. Yes, that part wa
purt accident Isabel, but there Il
something worse connected with it."
"What do you meanP"
"Not five minutes previously, Cleve
land had fired off his gun, because h,
would not bring it in loaded. Hard!
asked If he should draw the charg,
from mine, and | haughtily answered
that could take good care of it. VIII.
did | not let him do itPn added Charles
striding the room in his vexation, a
he had previously strobe the cabbages
What an idiot was! You had bettel
give me up, Isabel!'
She turned and glanced at him, anC
he came toward her and laid his hands
on her shoulders, and looked into he
eyes by the light Of the fire. 1T ma,
be to your interest,"" he whispered
"Some day may be shooting you, il
one Of my careless moods. What d.
you say, lsabel?"
fro BE CONTINUED.