The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-02-20

Gus building becoming daily more nxed in
his mind and moro and moro part Of him
sc'f. Try as he would it was impossible to
efsace that image from his memory.
Ho had taken frequent strolls to the stone
house, but not q soul was TO bo scen 1t
seemed as utterly deserted as II on an ISL
and which had been uninhabited for ages.
Tho fountains were dried up, and weeds
wcro growing in tho garden.
"Thcy are oil gone, taking that blightng,
withoring mystery with theEi" said Allen,
few days after the election, having ro-
turned from stroll to the top Of tho hill
al will forget her-I will leave the neigh
borhood, and In other fields, amid different
scenes and people, begin life anew"
AS autumn advanced he made vigorous
efforts to dispose Of the paper, but without
avail. Summer seemed 10 linger In the
lap Of winter, and those days Of ripening
fruit and golden harvest were continued
longer than usual. gt,.
One evening when the moon shone bright
ly from a cloudless sky, and tho landscape
seemed more lovely than by day, Allen de-
cided TO take one more stroll. His many
Affections had taught him to love solitude,
Miss Leethy Hopkins, in hcr efforts 10 capt
uro the young editor. was growing des-
porate frequently driving her victim TO the
solitude Of the forests where, free from her
sickening nonsense, he could commune with
nature ut his own sweet will.
In no place was no more secure from In
trusion than on the quiet hilltop whcrc the
old mansion, like somo vast castle, was set
up as guard for the village Allen went
strsight up the hill TO the front gate, In
tending TO sit down on tho stone steps and
enjoy few moments reflection FREQ from
tho cares and annUyoeces Of the world.
But when he rca he'd tho gate and
glanced through the iron bars, ho was
astoniShed at the transformation. The
moon was bathing the scene in food Of
mellow light. All signs Of neglect were re-
moved, and flowers wcrc blooming and
fountains so long dry and silent he'd found
their voices again and were lnughingly gush-
ing out tho brightest sparkling water. The
air seemed full OF life and gladness.
From nn open W ndow cano the strains Of
piano Allen was cntranccd ut tho French
air that loated on the evening breeze from
the window Of the house. Even as he list
ened cnrnpturcd the music ceased, tho
door opened. and slight FORM with light
shawl thrown over her shoulders, came
down the whito-pebbled walk to tho gate
Allen instinctively shrunk back so as not TO
bo seen.
Crouchcd in tho shadow Of the wall no
was again thrilled ut sight OF that angelic
beng who had seemed 10 become part Of
himself. Bertha opened the gate, and,
drawing tho silk shawl about her shoulders,
passed down tho old turnpike humming q
plnintivc air Her head was uncovered. and,
her wealth Of golden hair hung loosely about
her shoulders, was 1ndo tho sport Of tho
breeze.
"Whoro Is she goipgin he asked himself.
Slowly no rose. following hcr. Ho could not
Civo any reason for his coursc cave that he
was impcllcd by somo inward impulcc.
Had he conquered hio hcartl Certainly
not for now that no was near hcr again
those Same strange wild emotions which
had 70 completely taken possession Of him
bo.orc wero all revived with tcn.fold power.
Still humming tho plaintive French dir,
sho wandered down tho old longdcscrtcd
road, until she camo 10 the path which led
TO tho spring. Following, Alien soon saw
her seated uporyh no old ruetic seat. Behind
largo square stone, which ngcs ago bud
tumbed down from tao bluff above, ie
stood and gazed at the lovely creature who
seemed 10 DO o domestlcntod drynd, that
hnd stolen away for few moments to her
native haunts
This was ON opportunity not to DO neglect
cd. something seemed 10 whisper In bis
ear, and he felt nt the same time wild,
Utmost irresistible, desire 10 rush from his
concealment, cast himself at hor foot, and
vow TINT he would ne, or rise until his love
whs returned He waited long enough 10
get full control over his feelings, whom he
went boldly forward TO her side.
She roso with little exclamation Of sur
prise. and said
"Mr. Gray, arc you heroi / had almost
lost hope Of over seeing you again. ils't
! {" Did you wish 70 occ fncN he asked.
al did wish 10 think you for your
noble act Tor 80 kindly obeylng my 70
qaest.n N1tl
"say nothing about H. II was a slrnple
service | rendered you, and one whlch
should bb forgotten nIs
"yet ono win never forget, Mr. Gray.