Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-07-01
How Alice Hope Won and Lost
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No, there was nothing, he told
her, speaking with, cold, tight lips,
while his heart grew wild with
rebellion as he thought how, if his
home had been different, Alice
would have frightened it now for
his sake. And 80 they parted with
O simple hand shake.
While Alice was at Llanvriar
there was a concert given by the
patrons of the Ferrybanl1 school.
One of the singers, pretty grave
looking girl of about twenty,
struck Alice particularly.
"It almost seems to me as if ]
had seen her before" she said to
Mr.. Gwynne, her host "and yet
know | have not. / have not even
seen anyone like her; and yet
something in her eyes, 1 think,
seems familiar to me. Who is she p
"Shc is supposed to be rather a
peculiar girl" was the answer
"yet no one knows why, unless to
be good and helpful to ones mother
is peculiar. Perhaps they think so
in Ferrybanl1, for it isn't a very
common failing there. She has a
brother, though, who is peculiar
really; a specimen Of that rare wild
plant Genius, O specimen no one
would expect to find drifted into a
wretched fisher cabin on our shore.
He was one of my uncle's proteges.
l wish Sir Bulkley were at home
now so that you might ask about
him. My uncle is so proud to re-
hearse his career. / believe he is
doing excellent now In England,
and l suppose he deserves it, for
he studied like any old don you
like to mention, Miss Hope"
"Did he 2" asked Alice, but little
interested. "Please do tell me
what is this girls name"
"Duddgha Vaughan. Her moth
er is q washerwoman, and lives in
one of those desolate cabins ON the
shore, in the very midst of the fish
odors; a lasting disgrace, think
though dare not say so to Sir
Bulllley-to the son, who lives in
abundance himself. and leaves his
mother and sister to earn their own
livelihood in such hole. You can
see the cottage from our windows.
will show it you; such q poor
place as it is"
"What 2"
The words came from Alice in O
whisper, and seeing she was anx-
ious to hear, Mr.. Gwynne told her
his version of Owens story; while
the words crept into her icy heart,
and the music to which she had
come to listen died unheard.
That Owen should have been heI
truest friend for all of two years
her nearest and first friend, she re-
peated to herself, the flush of an
ger and modification rushing intC
her face at the thought--only tC
give her this pain at last
81 think ! will go over just once
and see his mother," she said to her
self over and over again during
her stay at. Llanvriar; but th'
strange new feeling of, shame
which she blushed to recognize
prevent her.
Alice had been back at home !
week or more when Owen Vaughal
came voluntarily once more to th'
school-house. DIR. and Mrs. Hop
were both out, and Alice sat alone
The familiar step, for which sh
had so often listened, was close br
hind her now, yet she never turned
How could she turn while tha
light--half of anger, but half Q
passionate cffectiou--burned II
her eyesl He sat beside hei
grave and gentle as OF old, bu
there was a new tone In his voic
when he told her the story of hi
life, new longing in his face whe'
he told her how he loved her. i
a few simple words she saw wer
uttered from his heart, and thci
, truth and earnestness were like tn
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