The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1897-04-28


how man misses all the fine points
of conversation! No; just because l
asked for information, you might have
known that it was what really want
ed."
'I'm afraid I'm very stupid. I hate
to ask boldly what you did want, but
would like to know"
II want vote of confidence. l told
you / was sorry because of a certain
episode. l wanted to see if you trust
ed me, and found you didn't. There"
II think that was hardly fair test.
You see the facts did not belong to me
alone"
Miss Brewster sighed, and slowly
shook her head.
THAT wouldn't have made the least
difference if you had really trusted me-"
"Oh, I say! You couldn't expect
man to"
'Yes, l could"
"What, merely friendT'
Miss Brewster nodded.
swell, all can say" remarked Went
worth, with laugh, sis that friend
ship has made greater strides in the
states than it has in this country"
Before Jennie could reply the useful
boy knocked at the door and brought in
u tea tray, which he placed before his
master, then silently departed, closing
the door noiselessly.
MAY | offer you cup of tea?"
"Please. What curious custom this
drinking of tea is in business Offices.
7 think l shall write an article on "A
Nation of Tea Tipplers.' If were an
enemy to England, instead of being its
greatest friend, would descend with
my army on this country between the
hours of four and five in the afternoon,
and so take the population unawares
while it was drinking tea. What would
you do if the enemy came down on you
during such sacred national cere-
mony?"
II would offer her a cup of tea," re-
piled Wentworth, suiting the action to
the phrase.
"Mr. Wentworth" said the girl, arch
ly, you're improving. That remarl.
was distinctly good. Still, you mast
remember that come as friend, not
as an enemy. Did you ever read the
Babes in the Wood?' 1t is a most in
structive but pathetic work of fiction.
You remember the wicked uncle, sure
ly. Well, you and Mr. Kenyon remind
me of the babes, poor, innocent, little
things, and London-this part of it
is the dark and painless forest. | am
the bird lowering about you, waiting to
cover you with leaves. The leaves, to
do any good, ought to be checks futter
ing down on you, but, alas! haven't
any. If negotiable checks only grew
On trees. life would not be so difficult" :"
Miss Brewster slipped her tea pensive.
ly, and Wentworth listened to the
musical murmur of her voice, which
had such an enhancing effect on him
that he paid less heed to what she sail
than a man should when a lady is speak.
ing The tea drinking had added a
touch of domesticity to the tete-a-tetc
that rather went to the head of the
young man. He clinched and un-
clinched his hand out of sight under
the table and felt the moisture on his
palm. He hoped he would be able to
retain control over himself, but the
difficulty of his task almost overcome
him when she now and then appealed
to him with glance or gesture, and he
felt as if he must cry out: "My girl, nv
girl, don't do that, if you expect me To
stay where lam"
Il see you are not paying the slight.
est attention to what am saying" she
said, pushing the cup from her. She
rested her arms on the table, leaning
slightly forward, and turning her face
full upon him. Il can tell by your
eyes that you are thinking of some
thing else"
Il assure you," said George, drawing
a deep breath, II am listening with in
tense interest"
well, that's right, for what am
going to say is important. Now, t.
wake you up, will first tell you all
about your mine, SO that you will under.
stand did not need to ask anyone for
information regarding it,"
Here, to Wentworth's establishment,
she gave rapid and accurate sketch OF