Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1873-10-21

very well. But we have been liv-
ing in the country for long time,
and / think you were abroad for
some years
"Yes, / was in China"
"Ah, that explains why we never
met before. How odd that we
should meet here
This, then, established a strong
bond of acquaintance. Mr.. Ken
dali, my new friend, asked me to
return to his room in the Beau-Ri-
wage and have tea, English fashion,
with himself and his daughter,
which / was very willing to do
Miss Kendall received me very
warmly when she heard of my en-
gagement with Julia Sandman.
"Dear Julia !" she said, show long
it seems since We met. We used
to be very happy together"
And she stopped abruptly and
turned away. Her father looked
anxiously after her, and then
quickly motioned to me as if be-
seeching me to take no notice.
OF course l was not likely to in
trude any remarks. But we were
all a good deal chilled, and our
talk, even when we began to talk
consecutively again, had tone of
constraint about it which made me
at least almost wish myself out of
the company of my newly-made
friends.
1t was deli .ious summer even
ing, and soft, silvery moonlight
began to illuminate the lake and
the lawns and groves. The noun
tains across the lake stood out in
oeep, dark purple mass. There
was something poetic, delightful
dreamy, about the scene, the atmos.
phere, the lights and shadows; and
we all became for a while thought.
full and silent. Suddenly one o.
the windows were darLened for 9
moment, and looking that way
saw that the figure of man had
passed, and l even observed tn,
outline of his face as he glanced
into our room. There was nothing
very wonderful, or, indeed, at al
wonderful in this, for balcony rar
along the front of the house Just
there, and persons often paced from
end to end of it. But Miss Ken
dali started from her chair with {
sudden cry and sprang to the win
dow, then stepped out on the bal
cony and looked eagerly each way
How picturesque her form showed
itself against the evening sky. II
might have stood for a living and
lovely impersonation of the woman
in CampbelPs poem, who looked out
from the rock for "the bark that
never will return"
Mr.. Kendall half rose from his
chair, and looked uneasily, almost
with alarm on his features, to where
his daughter stood.
"Jennie, my dear,"-he began q
sort of mild remonstrance-"the
night air, you know"
She turned and came back into
the room.
81 thought / saw him." she said.
81 did indeed. 1t was he, or it was
his ghost"
"My darling, whom did you see
There was nobody"
"There was; he passed the win
dow this moment"
But there is no one on the bal
cony."
"No, but he was there. You
must have seen him pass"
"Oh, no, dear child. No one
passed"
Mr.. Kendall had not been look
ing toward the window when the
figure of man crossed it.
"Somebody certainly did pass
along the balcony" l said. "Miss
Kendall was quite right in that. /
saw a mans figure quite plainly I;
but there is nothing strange in
that"
"Not to you, perhaps" Miss Ken
dali replied, coldly. "You did not
see the face, and would not have
recognized it."
"Indeed, did see the face, Miss
Kendall, and the only thing that
strikes me as odd about the matter
belongs to the face"
She looked at me inquiringly.
81 only say the outlines of the
face for moment, and in less than
o half-light; but they bore, it
seemed To be. quite q striking re-