Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1871-09-05
if you love me, I will do whatever you
want me to. Very truly yours,
"RosE RoDGERs.n


was certainly very unique. But as we
ratified along there was bump,
shock, the cars stood still, and every
body was in CONSERVATION.
"We are off the track-be patient
very little while" said the conductor,
passing through the car.
But in consequence of this little ac-
cident, it was two o'clock before we
got to Plymouth. AS we swarmed
out upon the platform, | noticed a
very pale young man emerge from the
foremost car-his coat sleeves torn
out, and a violent purple bruise on his
forehead.
"If that should be the lover Smith,
now, what plight he is in" said l to
myself.
He seemed to be very much out of
humor, and bockoned angrily to
hackman, jumped into carriage, and
desired to be taken to the best hotel.
After that saw several other persons,
more or less disordered and bruised by
the railroad accident.
1 was leaving the depot when col
orcd coachman bowed before me.
"Beg pardon, sir-Mr. Smith?"
"Yes."
Carriage is waiting. Step this
way, sir, if you please, sir"
followed him, wondering if indeed
my uncle had sent up carriage. 1t
used to be my aunt's pet hobby-a
barouche, with the old English coat of
arms, which had, indeed, belonged to
us, had been in disuse since the i'm
provishmcnt of Raleigh Smith, of
England. L wasn't quite sure what
they were, but believed it was a sword
and hamlet upon piece of parchment,
but it proved to be pen and sword
against palett, as there had been
scholars, artists and military men
among our ancestors.
GAN well?" l asked, good humorcd-
ly.
"All WELL" answered Sambo, with a
grin, shutting the door. Then he
looked back to say with another grin
Ladies' very gay this evening"
If my stately aunt and cousins were
gay, it was certainly worth remarknr,
50 I laughed little, and Sambo
chuckled again and jumped upon his
seat.
We ratified through the street, un-
der an arch, up an avenue. Things
began to look strange.
"Where are we?" asked, as Sambo
opened the carriage door. "Do they
live here?'
eyes, sir. Here's Mr.. Dunbar, sir"
At the same moment an elderly gen.
tleman rushed out of the terrace to
meet me.
"Why, Smith, you are wonderfully
late" he exclaimed, shaking hands
with me.
"The cars ran off the track" ans
wered /, and before / could say any
thing else he hustled me into the |
house.
Everything is ready. Hurry with
your toilet and come down. Pity |
you trimmed your whiskers so close
t alters your appearance very much.
Robert, help Mr.. Smith dress. Right
IN here, Mr.. Smith. Hurry now, the
aides are waiting.
I found myself in luxurious dress
ng room, and mulatto was respect
ully in attendance. l sat down and
ooked at him.
"What is your name?"
"Robert, sir; will you be so kind as
o hurry, sir? They are waiting for
rou."
l gave him the key to my portman-
eau, and resigned myself to my fate,
il might be. But things
we're very strange.
"Where is my unclc?" asked /, as
Robert dexteriously arranged my gar
et sleeve buttons.
..Your uncle? Oh, yes, he's with
he ladies, sir" said he, with bad at
cmpt at smiling
"How long have they lived heres"
"Don't know, sir. I've only been
ere day or two. There, sir, do you
amt anything moreg" !
"No."
I was now arraycd in my best ap- I
arel, and looked well, though my {
instead of being trimmed, |
ere of early growth, and had never ,
cen of any.length.
/ was met at the foot of the stairs ,
y the irresistible Mr.. Dunbar. f,