Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-05-13

cdiho Wuilc-CaPPou waves "ciS
chanting, till the beauty of the
scene and the siren song tempted
us down to the shore. Oh, it was
lovely sauntering thither over the
oleander-planted walks, breathing
their rich, exquisite perfume and
gathering handsful Of the pink
blossoms. A few carriages had
come for the regular sunset drive !;
some German women were gather
ing shells; a few children, with
bare, dimpled feet, were wading
out into the coming waves, to run
back with screams of laughter
when some swifter billow washed
up higher than the rest and over
the whole picture there rested the
mellow glow reflected from the
crimson west.
The occupants of the carriage
raised their eyebrows in polite
amazement as they rolled passed
up, for pleasure walk was beyond
their comprehension; and my
friend laughed, telling me that she
always knew northern visitors be-
cause they loved to wander a pied
and Texans never do.
"I'm sure they regard me as
madly insane for my long walks ;
but, see, this time we have COM
panions in our Madness" she con-
tinued, pointing to a pair who
were standing little beyond.
evidently a bride and groom"
1 asserted, for
"Both were young, and one was fair"
and there were the usual unmis-
takeable symptoms of q recent
ownership quiet apparent in the
air of the young man, who just
then folded the lady's wrap more
closely, and caught her futtering
veil till she had fastened it secure
ly; and in the act she turned her
face toward us, starting me with
its familiar look.
"Isn't she beautiful :" said my
friend.
answered her absently, since
was hunting every nook in my
memory for the counterpart of the
fair girl before me. l was sure
had known her.but where?
An impertinent wave came
hurrying up the beach, and in a
moment the brides dainty boots
would have suffered, but Milford
clasped her swiftly, and raising her
ran back few steps, coming close
to us. / knew then where l had
seen the happy pair, but I went
very soberly toward them, quietly
saying:
$50 this is what came of that
journey ?"
"By jove r. calculated my hero
in round English tones, seizing
both my hands in q grip that near
ly crushed them, while the bride
blushed, laughed, and added her
graceful greeting.
Wasn't it an odd encounter
last saw those young people al
Cheyenne, in September, 1873
now they met me strolling on the
shore of the Gulf, and my friend
asserted that we had picked NJ
something better than shells thi:
time, for she demanded the story
at once and l will tell it to you
Just as told it to her.
On Friday, September II, 1872
| like to be accurate-the Sar
Francisco train stood on the tract,
at Omaha waiting the arrival, from
the opposite side of the Missouri
of eastern passengers. There were
four pullman cars attached; three
were already filed, or engaged by
telegram, and the officials in charge
were grumbling because "Boss
Tweed and his party occupied six
entire sections. The "Boss" stayed
closely in his compartment, fol
Mast had made his face so perfect
ly familiar to every one that he en-
countered more staring than he
liked. His daughter, a stately
dignified lady, waited the start
with evident impatience, while the
young gentlemen-his sons and
their friends-stood in q group on
the platform, smoking, apparently
enjoying the curious looks
which were naturally leveled al
them. They were bound for Yo.
semitic, and have always marveled
that vhen once an far awav from