Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-06-18

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magnetic attraction, and he mainly at
tributed it TO Helen's beauty; but the
truth is her sweetness and artless
character, engaging manner and dispo-
sition, quite won the city-bred aristo.
crat, Fred Lane. There was fresh,
ness about everything she said or did.
She perplexed as well as delighted
him.
Often as he was wondering how
some homely expression would be re-
ceived in society, some beautiful senti-
ment would suddenly drop like a perl
from her lips, as remarkable for orig
inality as for brilliancy.
"If l should fall into the snare" ~
thought he, "Igcan educate her; it
will be worth trying."oJ
1t is useless to combat the tender
passion so at last he fell at Hellen's
feet, fguratively speaking, and con-
fessed his love for her. e rs,-,s,
II care not, Helen, only be mine,"
was his invariable answer to her dec
laration Of unworthiness, show you
would appear in society"
They were married, had returned
from their wedding tour, and yet, at
the expiration of their honeymoon,
Fred was more in love then ever. At
grand entertainment given by the
friends of the bridegroom, Helen
looked still more beautiful. Her hus-
band did not insist that she should not
depart from simplicity, and indeed in
the absence of all jewelry in her sim
pie white robe, she was by far, the
most lovely creature in the room
Asshe entered the great saloon blaz-
ing with light, her heart faltcred. "a
"Shall love him as dearly" she
asked herself, "if I find he is ashau-
ed of me p? I can't bear the thought,
but should he overcome all conven.
tional notions, then l have husband
| to be honored and he shall be proud
Of his wife,"
How she watched him as he presen.
ted her to one and another.
"Simple," whispered magnificent
girl, resplepdens with diamonds, as
she curled her lips, and passed by
The observation escaped neither Hell.
en- nor her husband. She looked al
him. He smiled a lovers smile, and
drew her closer to his side. Many in
that brilliant gathering pitied poor
Fred, and wondered how he had
martyred himself on the shrine Of ig
| nOrant rusticlty.
The young bride stood near her hus
band, talking in low tone, when
new CONNER appeared. She was
beautiful'ereature, with naughty Sfea
lures. III conceald scorn lurked il
the brilliant eyes whenever she glanced
at Helen. Once she had sway owe
the heart of Fred, and hearing whom
he had married, she fancied her tim,
had come.
"Do you suppose she knows any
thing?" whispered low voice.
Helen's eyes sparkled; her fac
flushed Indignantly. She turned t.
her husband. He was gone-speakin
at a distance with friend.
"Do you play, Mrs. -" asked tn
!, naughty belle. There was a mockin
tone in her voice.
"a little" answered Helen, he
cheeks blushing.
"And sing?
"A little" was the half reply.
"Then do us a favor" exclaime
Miss Somers, looking askance at he
companions. "Come, l myself wi
- lead you to the piano"
Il Hank whose mastery touch Ii
SANITY was the halfspoken voice a
rested the cold head and ear wei
turned in listening surprise. Sue
= melody such breadth, depth, and vi
orous tones Who is she ! She pla,
= like an angel
y" And bark again A voice-a AO
of melody; clear, powerful, and pa'
. ing sweet. Astonishment gives mai
!, a fair cheek deep scarlet.
y "a glorious voice." said Fred to
=. friends who, with the rest, had ste
ped to listen. 'g fgS2TH.F aEi
"Who can she-"JcP 9dl
" The words we're suddenly arrest
on his lips. She turned from the
/, ano, and the unknown was his wife.
If he was speechless with anna
ment, she was not.
GLOW we'll she talks who VIC
:, have thought it? He has foun'
-, treasure" was whispered all round
-, room.
80. "Tell me-" said he, when they '
=. alone, "what does this mean ? /