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

passengers. Some of them de-
served our regards, others did not ;
but we watched them all mentally
summing up each particular case,
and ignoring them thereafter, or
else resolving to win their friend
ship.
The first group comprised man,
his little, inefficient, washed-out
looking wife, strong-minded
nurse, and two children, destined
to be our torments. @
Next came q widow and her
daughter; the daughter wore glass
es and was goose; the mother,
only paying for single birth, grum-
bled and fretted most impolitely
when the other seat and birth of
the section was assigned to a tall
spirited-looking English girl, with
whose splendid eyes and queenly
ways I fell directly and deeply in
love. But, dear friends, don't
jump at conclusions, for she isn't
my heroine of the beach.
Listening to the ill-bred matron,
I hardly noticed bevy Of young
girls who had entered at the rear
door, or two dreadfully bridish
brides who had likewise claimed
their places. My English beauty,
utterly disgusted with her cis-a-ois,
asked for place in my section
during the day, and we became so
delightfully."- confidential in ten
minutes that I learned she was from
Nova Scotia, that this was the
eleventh day of her journey, and
that her destination was Sacramen-
to; while the merry-faced, hand
some young man whom she ordered
about with such supreme nom
chalence was her brother.
Meantime, we heard from the rear
sections peals Of merry laughter
the aforesaid infants gave US peal
on peal of dreadful yells, and we
took dishonorable peeps IN the tell
tale mirrors to watch the "spoon-
ing" of the brides.
Our handsome young man roamet
up and down, and FINALLY, with {
wickedly mischievous face, cam,
on to his sister, suggesting thai
she go and watch the view from
thd end of the car. l knew his
motives, SO l went too; but he
made nothing that time, for his
sister never even glanced at the
pretty girls we passed. We looked
from the platform o few minutes
our hero stood twisting his nous
tache with vexation, growing des-
perate, he remarked:
"Say, Madge +! That girl with the
dark eyes is stunning, isn't she 7 ]
wish you would make her acquaint-
ance."
"Indeed That's the view you
admired, was it q Well, sir, ] shall
do nothing of the kind. I have
no vocation for stunning girls
Come Mrs. D., let's SO back! !"
Evidently used to such snubbing
Tom-that wasn't his name, but
we'll play it was-made a mockine
salute, and retorted, laughing:
"Well, madame, I'm quite equal
to helping myself. You just wait
till you want to know some stun.
ming fellow !"
Madge only gave him a look o
supreme contempt and walked of
tossing over her shoulder q com
mand to fetch the hamper, for she
was hungry, and no supper could
be had till we reached Grand Is
land; then turning to me, she said
with an exceedingly ancient air
positively, that boy is too ridicul
Gus He gets silly over these
American girls all the time but
won't help him y
"That boy |" l repeated, with in.
tense amusement; for the delin-
ouent stood six feet high, and was
evidently older than his mointress
who lectured him in the gravest
fashion all the while we were nib
ling at the contents of that never
to-be-forgotten hamper. 1t re.
minded me of that famous one
which Mr.. Wardle carried to the
races, and l think we enjoyed a.
much as Pickwick and his friend,
enjoyed their al fresco lunch, though
the sleepy fat boy was not in at
tendance.
The usual funny scenes occurred
during the slowing away process at
night; but the "infants" greeted
tha morning with snndrY howls OF