Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-10-08

rights ; but to his surprise, Daisy
neither pouted nor scolded, but
chatted pleasantly of all the events
Of evening, including the pretty
widow, whose name she neither
avided nor forced into notice.
Frank advanced rapidly in the
good graces Of the widow, land then
plunged into a Irritation which made
the boldest tremble for Daisy, who,
if she cared, never showed it in her
manner, till at length the widow
began to think her mere child ;
but she was soon to feel that she
had been playing with edged tools,
for what she had begun as firta-
ton had become real to her-she
was getting more interested in
Frank than she intended.
While they were resting between
dances at one of the parties, Frank
asked her if she would be at Mrs.
Osborne's reception, the next week.
"IIathcr think not, though / may
change my mind" she said.
81 will call and see you to-mor-
row, and if you do not go, will
not said Frank.
"Oh, no; | engaged tomorrow
to go sightseeing with scme rela-
tivcs who will absorb the whole day,
but if l go l will send you boquet
of tea roses"
Next day Tom, the colored, wait
cr, was allowed a hihday, and when
the roses came, Daisy herself re-
ceived them. Frank was absent.
and she did not tell him. That
evening lie asked his chum to es-
cort Daisy to the reception, as he
wanted to go to meeting of some
society to which he belonged, (real-
ly to call upon the widow.)
Daisy was dressed charmingly,
and never looked more like a dove
than now, when she contemplated
such venomous sting to the wild
ow. Her glossy hair contained
only one decoration, beautiful tea
rose, another at her throat, and a
cluster at her belt. completed her'
adornments-at which the widow
stared in blank amazement and rage,
while Daisy greeted her more cor
daily than usual.
'Franlz said your beautiful roses
were too sweet to be wasted on a
married man like himself, and as he
preferred stupid evening at his
club, he insisted | should wear and
thank you for them, as my share of
the pleasure you have conferred
upon us by your preference"
Daisy said this in her sweet,
childish way in a low voice, but it
was heard distinctly by the whole
group, who stood apart to see the
effect of Daisy's polite words on the
widow. Her black eyes blazed
with fury, and she tried to stammer
out a sentence, but gave up in des-
pair. Daisy smiled swectly on the
people about her, and passed on,
seemingly unconscious of the storm
she had raised in the widows
breast.
The widow avoided Frank ever
afterwards, and would allow no ex-
planation, and soon departed for
other scenes.
Frank found a panacea for his
wounded pride in renewing his ac-
quaintance with an old flame, Miss
Mable Clifford, who had just re-
turned from Europe. This time he
threw himself into the affair with
perfect regardless of consequences.
Everybody wondered at Daisy's
seeming indifference. Frank went
so far as to send Miss Clifford
proposal to elope; Daisy managed
to intercept the letter in the hands
of the unsuspecting Tom, and an
swered it as from Mabel, agreeing
to the clopement, and naming an
early day for the start. This was
more than Frank had anticipated,
and he would have fain drawn back,
but this Mable prevented, by taunt-
ing him with fear of his wife, till
she had worked him into one of
those frenzies in which man does
not stop to think at all.
In the meantime, she urged the
necessity of caution, and charged
him to communicate with her only
by letter.
1t was settled they should meet
at the depot aud take a train for
Chicago; she would be closely
yelled, but would find means 20
make herself known. Frank told
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