The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1886-03-10
MOAT-GRANGE.
By MRS. Henry WOOD.
].

CHAPTER /.
They had brought down the pleas
ants in plenty; never had a first Of Oc-
tober afforded better spoils; and they
had fingered long at the sport, for
evening was drawing on. Mr.. Dal-
rymple, the owner of Moat-Grange-
which was a desolate Grange enough,
to look at, with the remains of moat
round it, long since filled in-aimed at
the last bird he meant to hit that day,
and missed it. He handed his gun to
his game-keeper. ...
''Shall 1 load again, sirp"
"No. We have had enough for one
day, Hardy; and it is getting late. Come
along, Charles. Oscar, are you salts
fcdP"
He must be greedy if he is not, "
broke in the voice of Mr.. Cleveland, a
ncighbor, who had joined their sport.
ale ought to leave some"
You'll come home and dine with
us, Cleveland interposed Mr.. Dal-
rymple, AS they turned toward the
Grange.
What. in this trim? Mrs. Dalrym-
pie would say made myself free and
easy"
"Nonsensel You know we don't
stand upon ceremony. James will give
your boots n brush. And, fyou insist on
being smart. will lend you coat"
"As YOU have, before now. Thank
YOU. Then | don't care il | do. Look
out, Charles; out Of the way" And.
turning round, Mr.. Cleveland fired his
gun in the air.
"What is that forp" demanded Os-
car Dalrymple, relative of the family,
who was visiting at the Grange. "You
have wasted the charge"
"Inever carry hope apiece loaded,
was the answer. 'I have too many
young ones to risk il; they are in all
parts of the house at once, and putting
their hands to every thing. Neither dc
think it fair to carry it into the house
of friend"
Oscar Dalrymple drew down the cor
ners of his mouth, rendering his cold
unplcasing face more unpleasing. Al
that moment a bird rose within range
Oscar raised his gun, fired ant
brought il down. "This is how | lik,
to waste good shot and powder" sale
he.
, "Au right, Mr.. Oscar" merrily an
swcred Mr.. Cleveland. ITO use it i
better than TO waste II, bvt to waste !
is better than to run risks. All the &C
cidcnts that happen with guns happel
from want of precaution."
"Shall / draw your charge, Mr.
Charicso" asked Hardy, who had a rev
crcuco for Mr.. Cleveland and all h
said, having once served his father.
'.Draw the charge from my gunP
returned Charles Dalrymple. mo.
can take care Of my playthings II other
can't" he added, in lower tone {
Hardy. with all the self-surety Of
young and vain man.
Presently Farmer Lee came up,winC
ing across the stubble toward his hom'
They were on the farmers grounC
then, who rented under Mr.. Dalryn
pie. :.
Famous good sport to-day, hasn't
been, squirrel" cried he, touching h
hat 10 his landlord.
famous. Never better. Will yC
accept q pair, LeeP" continued M
Dalrymplc. 1--WE have bagged plenty
The farmer gladly took the pheasant
He hal 10 time to go shooting, hir
self. or did not choose ~ make 1t; wor
with Farmer Lee, was all In all.
shall tell my daughters you shot the
on purpose, squire" said he, jestingl
.'Do,>' laughed Charles Dalrympl
.'Tcll Miss Judith shot them for he
IN return for her scvang up that re
In INV coat, the other day, and makil
me decent 10 go home. Is the fenc
where fell, mended yet, farmerP"
.'Mcnded yeti" echoed Mr. Lee. .
was up again in an hour otter you lie
Mr.. Charles"
.Ah. / know you are the essence
order and punctuality," return
Charles. ''You must let me have {
cost" =,
.Iimc enough for that" said I
farmer. "Twasn't much. Good-aft'
noon. gentlemen; your servant, squire
sol say-Lce!' called out Charl'
"a Inc farmer was turning homewai
Willis the rest Of the party pursu