Charlevoix county herald., 1910-01-29
WHEN WELLINGTON
PLAYED FATE
By PHILIP KEAN
Copyright, 1909 by Associated Literary Press)


these young people-and it seemed
a pity that they should not be getting
out of life all there is in it. | said
as much to Mrs. Carter as / rescued
her one day from Wellingtons ca
| resses.
"But-I-I couldn't forgive him."
she said.
why not?"
"He said Id have to ask his pardon
and / never begged any ones par
don in my life"
"Hum-was 1t your fault?"
Get in and I'll tell you"
1t was a sad little tale of proud
woman's rebellion against a mans
masterfulness.
why shouldn't he concede things?"
was her demand.
1t was on crisp October evening
that the little drama was finally played
out. Mrs. Carter called me up by tele-
phone.
II want to borrow Wellington" she
said. "It's my second girls evening
out and the cooks mother is i'll, so
I'll be alone-and / thought Yelling
ton might keep me from feeling
afraid"
i took the dog over and left them
| together by the roaring fire in the
+, library. Mrs. Carter was looking es-
pecially attractive in a clinging white
gown with a bunch of violets in her
belt.
When I reached home again l was
lonely. l missed Wellington-and I
missed more than that l seemed to
feel, for the first time. my great need
of home-of wife-of a woman
like Mrs. Carter.
But in spite of their separation she
| still belonged to Dick. / had gradually
conceived a great affection for the
young fellow who held his head so
proudly and hid the pain in his heart.
l decided to go to him for the even
| ing. / found him in a mood for talk
ing. And when l told where l had
left Wellington, he confided to me the
| story of his disagreement with his
WIFE
"She was wrong" he said "a man
can't give in always"
But if he loves her." said, isn't
it worth while?"
II did make a concession" he
confessed. Il wrote to her a day or
two ago, and-and / told her that il
she would send me any token-bunch
| Of violets-a ribbon-anything-
would accept it in lieu of a personal
apology"
"She is proud. She will never send
you even violet in apology"
But even as / said it, there was a
patter of steps in the hall, and IA
miliar whine at the door.
ITS Wellington" Dick said.
Hello" he began and stopped
short, and !, turning in my chair to
know the reason of his sudden silence,
saw the big dog, his head held high, a
bunch of violets held tightly in his
jaw. And even as looked he dropped
the flowers at his masters feet.
Dick snatched them up quickly.
Barnes, he cried, triumphantly, "she
has sent them. Jean has sent them.
Wellington barked as if he knew he
was the carrier of good tidings.
Il must go to her." Carter said, and
away he went, and l sat there with
only Wellington for company and
thought of their happiness and of my
lonely life.
Well, they made it up and lived
happy ever after
Il didn't send him the violets," Jean
told me, long after. "They dropped
from my belt, and Wellington played
with them. and all at once he took
them in his mouth and bolted through
the open window, and l laughed a
little and forgot it entirely until Dick
came back with the violets in his
hand and his face radiant-and. oil
course, l had to give in then, dear
Barnes of Bloomington"
Wellington divides his time new be
tween the Carter residence and my
bachelor apartment, and he divides his
heart among four persons instead OF
three, for there is little Jean with
eyes like her mothers, whose gentle
affection for old Barnes of Blooming
ton fills with joy my quiet days.
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