Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-09-16

back again, bearing benches
and tal'le-cloth, dishes, bouquets, q
pyramid Of macaronies, piled up
plates of sandwiches, of frosted
cake, and mysterious something
like unto an ice-crcam freezer.
The golden trcssed girl clapped
her hands.
"You needn't think we are doing
all this for you, sir" she said.
co." said Mr. Barkdale, bashfnl-
IL, ell hadn't any such impress
sion"
"It's all surprise designed for
Kate's cousin"
"Is it 2" said Mr.. Barkdale, more
in the dark than ever.
"And how do you suppose we
found it all out ?" demanded the
tall girl with the black eyes and
scarlet feather in her hat.
81 haven't the least idea"
ave found your letter 10 Kate.
and we girls read it, and resolved
to take you and her both hy sur
prise. She is to be here in half an
hour. Barbara-that is Barbara
Morris, in the blue merino DRESS
with turn of her long lashes to-
ward the golden haired girl-"pre-
tends she has moved here, and
Kate is to come and spend the
evening with Barbara. Won't it
be joke ?"
"Stupendous !" said our hero,
gradually beginning to compre-
hend the notifying fact that he
was mistaken for some one else.
"What will Kate say when she
see you here 2" calculated another
maid merrily.
"Ah! what indeed9" said Mr..
Barkdale, wondering in what words
he could hest explain matters.
"Of course We shall all look the
other way while you are kissing
and hugging her." said Miss Bar
bara. demurely.
every considerate Of you, I am
sure" observed Mr.. Barkdale.
"She's the sweetest girl in New
York" exclaimed tho tall
damsel, enthusiastically. 81 am
one of her dearest friends. We
work our sewing machines side by
side at Madame Gillard's. Hasn't
she ever written to you about
Alice Moore 2"
"I-I don't just at this moment
recall that she has"
go, well, it doesn't matter" said
Alice. "Just you sit down, and be
a good boy, while we fix the tables.
Aren't those roses beautiful! Ny
goodness gracious, how astonished
Kate will be ~
"She can't he more so than / am,
said Mr.. Barkdale, sinking into the
Sleepy Hollow chair, and passing
mis- hand vaguely across his forhead
"lYell, its mere matter Of fate
I can't sec how I'm going to ex,
plain myself; and yet, perhaps
ought to explain. Ladies'"
"IIush-sh-sh-sh !" cried the siS
pretty girls, all, in Kissing cho
rus; "Katc's coming Bessie has
brought her. Hush-sh-sh! Dom
say word. Mr.. Greenfield" The
golden haired girls hand over hi
mouth, Alice Moore grasped hi
arm spasmotically, and the othcI
four danced n sort Of bcwitchin:
little feminine war-dance abou
him, while the seventh girl entered
a pretty Madonna-faced Httlt
creature like a dove.
"Come and kiss him, Kate" crieC
all the others. "Now don't be re
di .ulous, for we shan't take any
notice. Here he is -
"Kiss whol p cried Kate, stand
ing still, staring all around her
"Girls what on earth do you mean z
"Yon provoking :" said Barbara
stamping her little foot. "Do yo'
suppose we arc all fools 7 Why. o
course, We know all about him
It's Mr.. Greenfield-your cousin
Kate-the young NJ. D.
Kate looked around in bcwildeI
ment.
"Where y
"Why, here!"
"Nothing Of the sort !" said Mis-
/, Kate, demurely.
Our hero stood up. feeling him
self growing uncomfortably warn
;, and red.
Ladies'" he said, there's som
{ mistake here. said at the outse
that my maine was not Greenfield.
G ..r,.., y, a,;od Tho o;,ls NJ ono,