Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1873-11-04

pClS, uiiu thO NoiiiOh Sdii ~ pliuc,
and purity. 1t is simply her avar-
ice. She is looking for a rich hus-
ban l."
De Witt Albany smooths his
moustache, with palpable satisfac-
ton of having said very clever
thing, and meanwhile watched the
woman of whom they were speak
ing.
She was trihe above the medium
height, with a round, beautifully
carved face, lustrous dark eyes, and
o wealth of black hair, and a figure
and carriage which were the envy
of every woman in her circle.
She was the protege of Mrs. Won
Hoffman, the elderly leader of the
fashionable world, and rumor de-
cided her to the poor, with no ex-
pectations beyond Mrs. Won Hoff-
man, who might leave her some
thing or not, as she fancied. She
dressed superbly. Mrs. Won Hoff-
man had au eye to that fact, and as
rule Margerie Arnold was the
best dressed woman in every party
that she attended.
Tonight she wore a creamy silk,
with q mass of Partisan trimming in
ruchcs, puffs and lace, making up a
voluminous skirt and train. There
were camelias in her hair, and ON
her bosom, and wherever she NOV
ed the air was heavy with their
odor.
"Who is she, Albany!" asked the
friend beside him.
"Just the woman for you, Murray
You have not spent ten years in
Europe for nothing. Now show
your gilded side to Margerie Ar
mold and win her. Come and let
me introduce you"
She had paused just then to say
something to little blue eyed girl
who had ensconced herself in cor.
ner of the sofa, in the shadow of ;
curtain, and Albany drew his friend
forward to her side.
She turned, bowling pleasantly,
and he made the introduction. For
one moment her hand rested in Muir.
rays, and her clear dark eyes
sought his face; then she stood
back little, introduced Ellie Ray.
dorm, and went on chatting as cool
ly as she had been before.
Not so did Murray. For q mo-
ment his fair face redeemed, and
then he grew pale and white, his
lips showing blue beneath the
blonde moustache, and his blue eyes
glittering with a strange light.
"Ah hal" said Albany to himself,
"these two have met before. She
has broken his heart, dare swear.
Rut if they had met Margerie
had forgotten, for she talked in her
smooth, unaffected tones, never for
one moment losing her self-control,
or indicating that ever she had met
this man before. Mrs. Won Hoff-
man came up right in the midst of
the conversation and after the in
PRODUCTION drew Margerie aside for
one moment.
"This Murray came home from
Europe last week to take possess
sion of the Murray property. Old
Stephen Murray was his father, and
left round million, to say the
least. You know the rest Margerie
dear"
Yes, "Margerie dear" knew the
rest, and so well, too, that she threw
after the portly Mrs. Won Hoffman
a glance that might (were such
things possible,) have withered the
lady as she walked.
"You are gone, old fellow Made
moiselle Margerie has got her cue.
BY Jove, this promises to be very
funny" thought Albany.
But not then, nor there. In five
minutes Margerie had said her say,
and was gliding away in a redowa
with Captain of the Lancers, who
was something of q notable that
winter, and to all appearances for
getting both Albany and his friend.
"You see," said Murray, "she
may be heartless, but not q hus-
band hunter"
"You will see," said Albany.
The entree to Mrs. Won Hoffman's
parlors was a matter easily enough
brought about by Roland Murray,
and a little later on in the season
he was constant visitor. On
Margerie he never intruded. 1t
seemed sufficient to him to be near