Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-04-22

was dealing faro, to come to SER
vices at the log cabin. Strange as
it may seem, he came, and the room
was full of those whose ears had
not heard one word of these tiding
in many, many years. All! what
may not the influence Of one man
have on o community.
OF course the latter thought was
entirely in connection with our
selves.
The Miners Friend was succeed
ing; we are able to live and pay
off such of our liabilities as were
pressing. We were beginning to
feel something of the delights Of
independent journalism. The
territorial printing was ours and
we fondly looked forward to the
postmastership Of Sandy Gulch.
But there was always more or less
jealously on our part of the Rev.
Milton May. He seemed to have
made himself immensely popular,
and we felt then that the pale-faced
man could have beaten US for the
Legislature at any time.
We had respect for him almost
amounting to awe. One night,
coming from our Office we were
nearly opposite Jack Browman's,
who was lying crushed and dying,
the door was ajar, and light from
q tallow dip was softly thrown on
the bed and forms. At the bedside
knceling with his face uplifted, and
wearing oil expression we could not
understand, was Mr.. May. Through
the misty years it comes to US and
we see it with the reverence we
saw it then. Some pictures i'm
press themselves so deeply they are
never forgotten.
Mr.. May was successful.
So much 80 that it was determind
to start a school. Think of it! A
school at Sandy Gulch Well, do
you suppose that they did not want
q school at the principal town of
the territory Were these calcula-
tions to be made in the great future
of the Gulch! Undoubtedly.
1t must not be thought for one
moment there were no children at
Sandy Gulch: indeed there were
more than at any place we had
visited in the mountain-plenty of
women and children-but few
wives. Yes, dear reader, it was q
sad state in which Mr.. May found
society, when he came to preach,
and try, in the name of his master,
to redeem the Gulch. Poor Jack (!
as he died, blessed his children,
and the black-eyed woman, who
had been wife, in the eyes of the
law but q few hours. True she
loved him all the same, and sat
moaning and rocking herself back
and forth as though she would shake
the burden of grief from her
shoulders. There were children,
there was to be q school, and we
were expecting Miss Grey to teach
it. Being in the position we were,
and occupying large place in the
confidence of Mr.. May, he had in
formed us that his board had de-
termind to send Miss Grey. She
was not personlly known to US, nor
had we ever seen a photograph Of
the lady. But 1t is no trouble for
US to fancy oil she must be, as we
will create some form for the per-
son presented to our minds usually.
Pretty women don't go to Sandy
Gulch to preach, especially young
mariiageable ladies'; their charms
are too great for them to think Of
hiding from an admiring world en-
tirely for the worlds sake. These
facts common sense dictates to our
mind.
So we prepared--as We waited
the coming of the mail---for o tall,
thin, quadrangulor female, with
long, thin face, wetery, weak eyes,
sharp nose, straddled with, per-
hapc, gold ,pcctucles, drab travel
ing dress, blue wooling stockings,
and list shoes-although we scarce-
ly expected a glimpse of them-a
bottle Of cold tea in one hand and
a blue cotton umbrella in the other.
We waited kicking our toes in the
sand, and thinking alternately of
the leader Of the Weekly and Miss
Grey.
We saw ,hc mail whirlins down
the grade, and thought OF lively
satisfaction Of our position Ia the
society Of Sandy Gulch, that gave