Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-01-20

propriateness Of the remark"
"How can you say that, Estelle 2
he hotly demanded. Doesn't your
conscience reprosch you for flirting
with"
81 never fiirt with anybody" she
interrupted, looking as dignified as
she could.
"Last night, at Mayton's party,
you danced at least a dozen times
with that puppy, Ormsby. Pretty
conduct for an engaged woman"
"Osmund Ormsby is a stranger
and q guest here, as such he is not
without claims, although you ap-
pear to have forgotten them as well
as your pretensions to the name of
gentleman"
Feeling that she had made tell
ing thrust, Estelle paused and toy
ed with her bracelet in q cool, pro-
voking manner.
"Ormsby is not your accepted
lover, and you should not treat him
as SUCH"
"How dare you insult me, Walter
Miles" :" Estelle's eyes flashed, and
her cheeks redeemed. Remember
sir, that our engagement is not ir-
revocable."
Her last sentence cooled his an
ger for a moment, but he burst
forth again.
"Your behavior was disgraceful
Outrageous! 1 forbid"
"You are rather premature in
your assumption of authority, sir
There-take back your ring" She
drew Walters engagement ring
from her finger and handed it to
him. "Good evening, Mr.. Miles,
you need not tell me what you for
bid" And with the most graceful
courtesy in the world, Estelle
pointed to the door.
Scarcely crediting the evidence
of his senses, Walter Miles left the
room. When he had gone Estelle
covered her face in her hands and
indulged in a burst of tears. In
consistency, thy name is woman, il
certainly an improvement on Shake
speare's celebrated line.
If Estelle's wishes and sighs could
have accomplished it, Osmund
Ormsby would have been waited
back to England that very night.
A week passed. Estelle read
Walters name among the list o.
passengers on the Dolphin, bound
for Europe.
A month went by-slowly and
wearily for her. Osmund Ormsby
came to the conclusion that he was
not appreciated, SO he started for
New York hoping that Estelle
would learn his worth by his loss,
One morning Mrs. Mold opened the
damp newspaper at the breakfast
table as was her habit.
"Ah," said she, "news of the Dol
phin at last" Then she stopped
short, cast q disturbed glance at her
niece, and rose to leave the room.
"Please let me see the paper,
aunt" Estelle said, endeavoring to
hide her eagerness.
Kind hearted Mrs. Mold was at
her wits end.
mo. no, my DEAR" she replied,
walking toward the CRATE with q
confused idea Of burning the jour-
nal, but before she had accom-
plished her purpose Estelle seized
it and read-the printed words
seemed to blind her-that the Dol
phin chad gone down with all on
board"
Mrs. Mold ran for smiling salts,
but Estelle sat very pale and still.
Every feeling deserted her-the
sense of her great loss alone re-
NAMED. Now she knew how much
she had loved the man who lay be-
meath the waves. For a long time
she made no movement. Mrs.
Mold grew frightened. At last
came a gush of hot tears; then Es-
telle prayed for resignation, and
said, "Thy will be done !"
Eternity grew nearer by a year.
The darkness of grief passed away ;
life became pleasant to Estelle, but
its joy and bouyancy were gone.
Osmund Ormsby had again come to
vane Abbey. He was determined
either to win Estelle this time OF to
sacrifice himself to rich old wodow
who was ready to take him when
ever he should offer himself.
Estelle's birthday was near. Mrs.