Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-02-13

ana knew that only as Ms WlIe coulu
[ reconcile them. o, you do not
think hard of me; you know Egbert
is your own choice, and"
"Yours, too, l should Judge" inter
posed Sir George, with a chuckle.-
81 can't help regretting your haste,
but you shall suffer for it; you shalt
be married over again, and the whole
country shall witness it. It's fortunate
you, you rascal, that your father is up
stairs"
"What my father here p exclaim,
ed Egbert, a dark frown settling upon
his brow.
90, Egbert, you should be thank
ful, instead of angry" said Cora,
placing her head upon his shoulder,
and gazing into his face, "Do you
forget your late misery and how many
times your heart has yearned toward
home? ? Do you forget our love and
that it must be unclouded as far as
our avn acts can make it SO l am
sure you do not, and you will bid me
god-sped, for l go to restore peace be.
tween you"
"Bless you, my darling, my life /"
he said devoutly, and pressed a kiss
upon her brow.
With smile Cora left the room and
hurried to the library. Warren Here,
ford looked up as she entered, and
scowled, at the same time greeting her
with polite reserve. She paid no at
tention to his manner, but chatted in
easy, volatile way until he actually
laughed, and became interested. Then
she touched gently upon her subject.
He at once became grave.
"Miss Parkhurst, that is forbidden
topic; you will Oblige me by avoiding
it,"
~ am sure I would if I had not an
interest in it. l am the lady you
wished him to marry, am not s''
"Well, what of it He dlsobeyed
me and it's past. l cast him from
me-"
From your home perhaps, but not
from your heart; you could not. Be
still, please woman has the right
Of speech. Do not tell me that one
can drive away his own flesh and blood
and not suffer for it, not yearn toward
the child he has held to his heart, and
waited with egar, loving impatiencs to
hear the little lips frame the words
papa and mamma And then when
that has past, and the delights of boy
hood have followed, and the child
steps forth a man to take his place in
the world, and exercise whatever tai
ents God has given him, then, l say,
can a father spurn his boy, and send
him perhaps to ruin ?"
"You torture me, girl; you torture
me with your soft voice and your TO-
proachful eyes"
"Not so l only stir the love that
still lives within you. I only probe
your pride, and that produces the PAIN.
Warren Hereford, did you ever hear
of mother who drove her son from
her ?n
Drops of pcrspiration started oat of
his brow. He arose and walked the
room with clenched hands. She plac-
ed her arm within his and moved along
by his side,
"You have purpose for this action?
What is 2"
"To arouse your manhood-to kill
the vain, unnatural pride that has fol-
lowed your race like an evil genius
You see L am firm. You cannot rave
at me. l am your hostess. | would
not provoke you; would not implore
you. l only wish to ask you If you
are happy?"
"No." He grated his teeth.
"Don't, please don't be angry with
me. What pleasure can it be to you
to fight with your nobler nature; to
try to strangle the love that the pride
may live9 Would you sacrifice
child that an animal would exist -
No; and yet you crush your heart
and allow your baser passions full play.
Come, tell me, would you not like to
see your son; to hold bis hands again
within your own; to look into his
eyes, the counterpart of his mother'sYn
He sank into a chair and rested his
head upon his hands. 1t was evident
that he was suffering keenly, Cora
stood near him for moment watching
him hopefully. Then she repeated
her question in low. sweet voice, that
could not but thrill him.
y es, God knows 1 wouldr" he en-.
claimed, and, as if in shame, added
Continual on EovrM pon.l