The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1895-08-21

the dear old fellow again. And, hav.
ing thus done his duty, he paid the
hotel bill and left the place.
Four days afterwards he received q
letter from the Western New York
Rolling Mill company, offering him the
position of assistant secretary, at sal
ary of eighteen hundred dollars year,
and by the same mail a sweet, woman
ly letter, dated from Prospect street,
Buffalo, in which the writer thanked
him warmly for his kindness to her
husband, and added: "He has been
fortunate enough to secure for you the
offer of an appointment, which, though
not very great, is likely to be a step
ping-stone to something better. 1t is
needful that you should be here forth
with, so l suggest your coming to Buff
falo by the train that reaches the city
at nine o'clock on Tuesday morning,
next, when, in my husbands absence
from home, l will meet you at the
station. Mr.. Woodgrove hopes that,
for the present, you will make our
house your home. We are plain,
simple people, but will do our best to
make you comfortable. Reply at once,
and oblige your cordial friend,
DOROTHY WooDaRovE."
These wonderful letters Frank Grey
read as in dream.
How the dickens, /" he mused, "could
that seedy old fellow have wrought the
miracle? 1t only corroborates my sus-
picions that he has seen better days,
and though broken in fortune has pow
erful friends whom he has importunGd
in my behalf. AS for going to their
house, that is all right, they doubtless
want lodger, and will try and be a
liberal one"
The union depot at Buffalo is big
rambling building, which when
throngcd with hundreds of bustling
people pouring forth from trains from
every point of the compass, presents a
broad field for the search of an un-
known person.
Grey took in the absurdity of his po-
sition for the first time. How could he
recognize Mrs. Woodgrove? Well, he
would hunt for genteol old lady in
faded black, who, like her husband,
bore the sad insignia of decayed pros
perity, but he searched in vain.
Suddenly he came face to face with
an elderly gentlewoman, richly dressed
in sealskins and silks. A sweet, gen
tie face, crowned with braided gray
hair, looked pleasantly up into his and
q well gloved hand was stretched forth
toward him.
"Mr. Grey, of Chicago?" pleasant
voice asked.
eyes, madam" Frank stammered.
"And you?"
Mrs. Woodgrove," she replied, shak-
ing his hand heartily. II am indeed
glad to see you; come straight to my
carriage; give your cheeks to the
coachman, and he will attend to your
baggage"
Cinderella riding in her pumpkin
carriage behind her rat horses was not
in such whirl of astonishment as
1
Grey when he found himself bowling
along behind pair of housekeeping
bays up the finest avenue of Buffalo
And what home! A fine stone-front
mansion standing in spacious grounds
with all the luxurious surrounding
that wealth could accomplish.
"Now," said this gracious lady, wher
they were indoors, Il want you really
| to feel that you have come home"
"You are too kind" The poor, friend
less fellow could not keep back the
tear from his eye.
''We are an old childless couple" she
continued, land you were so good tC
my Marcus, the best husband woman
ever had. He >saCs again and agar