Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1872-07-02

anu all.
Marian smiled and shook her head.
"Nonsense, Oracle. Yet, to comfort
yourself, please notice that fhave not
got on the wreath"
The young girl laughed joyously.
Good there's hope yet, then
Hark ! There comes Mr.. Grey now.
Shall send him up?'
A slight little blush grew to Ma
rian's fair face.
eyes, I'd like his opinion"
A moment later, and Wingcld Grey
stood beside her.
"My beautiful darling almost my
bride ! almost my darling wife !"
He kissed her fondly, then stepped
back to regard her toilette.
"Perfect, little Marian. Pure as an
angels raiment, but none too fair for
you. IF you were only less serious"
He laughed as he spoke, but the
young girls face grow gravcr.
81 have such strange feeling,
Winfield. Night after night I dream
of barren shore, where are rocks and
crags, over which 1 am constantly
fleeing to find you. And there is a
tall, dark, magnificent woman, who
haunts my dreams, with eyes like a
very demonoss, that seems scorching
my heart out of my very body. Then,
when | wakcn, am so much exhaust
cd that the fright follows me half the
day." iF .jsvs ig4 ' r
Her wistful blue eyes were lifted to
his face, but she had noticed the pal
lor that had shifted across the proud
handsome features, as she mentioned
the "tall, dark, magnificent wotnan."
He laughed, and smoothed her curls
away from her forehead. .iJ isa
off could but forget the sensation
the vision causes"
"Pcrhapsy you don'tlove me, Marion" !"
he said. .-aa eri,-,7H
90, Winfield, you know I do; please
don't say so, you hurt me-" .eHrt.r
He kissed her sweet. auivering
mouth just as Oracle returned to as
sist Marian remove her bridal robes.
"We'll excuse y5u now, Mr.. Grey"
said she, mcrrily. "Tll bring Marian
down presently in a moro hugable
form" s'aaaI'
"I'll take them off, Gracic," said
Marian, as his (her 5etrothed's) steps
sounded further away; "but, if | speak
the truth from my heart, should say
I think I'll never put them on again.
Oracle glanced in unappreciating
curiosity at the bride elect.
"You talk so, and still are sdre you
love Mr.. Grey" ab
A glorious light came into her
bright blue eyes.
"Love him, Oracle ? You never
can know how much' 30 ,tea s--
"Then there's no danger that you
won't wear this in old Trinity, to-mor-
row. returned matter-offact Gracic.
a. ~
1t was new grave, over which the
flowers of but seven weeks had bloom
cd at its head stood a very costly
tombstone, and a beautiful wreath of
immortelles was twined about it.
On its snowy white surface were
carved letters that were unspcakably
precious to fond hearts. The letters
read thus: vs a4f. -analoiIo'
"Sacred to WINFIELD GREY,
Aged 2s." ~
On the high, swcct-sccntcd turf,
knelt in pitiful abandon, yocmg, fair
haired girl, whose black robes swept
the spot where her darling lay at rest.
She did not moan or cry, but un-
spoken agony vas making her slender
form culver with deepest emotion.
A little away, standing defiant and
stormy was a.noble, commanding wom-
an, her sabre garments trailing to the
very side Of Winfeld's grave. o. sais,
Her hard, bright eyes were, watch
ing the fragile form that was kissing
the sod passionately, all unconscious of
the presence of any one, till her own
name, spoken in clear, musical tones,
startled her. saag
aMarian Thorne !'Iairo..g ..go.ioiV
II spoke to you, Marian Thorne, be-.
cause / have right to do so, You
loved him, but not half so much as l
there, don't scream, for am telling
the truth. I worshipped him; he ha-
ted me. You loved him he worship
ped you. You we're to be his wife; /
was east off Oh these words will
ring in my ears through eternity %
Marian sank 70 the srouut. cover