Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-03-01

With admirable presence of mind
he lifted the limp form of Evs
Stanley and carried her into the
house. But her cry had already
been heard, and the inmates came
rushing into the hall just as he ap-
peared.
George! John! for goodness
sake what does this mean, and who
have you there ?" asked Mrs. Car
penter in breath.
"Blessed if l know" began
George; "thought it was Sam, so
we concluded to give him a douse
in the snow for getting into the
best bed and trying to euchre us.
Quick ? I believe she has fainted."
"Just like you," scolded Hannah,
as she assisted in depositing Eva
once moro on the bed from which
she had been so unceremoniously
taken; beginning your tricks upon
each other before you are fairly
into the house. Clear ont now"
Long before she had finished her
TRADE, her brothers had betaken
themselves down stairs, where they
went into Mysteries over the joke.
"a pretty kettle of fish," said
George, rolling over on the floor
and letting off peal after peal Of
laughter.
~ should think it was," replied
John, holding his sides. "Oh, my {!
But what is to be done about it /;
and who do you suppose she is,
George''
"Somo guest of Hannah's, Of
course, and young and pretty at
that. ] don't know how it is with
you, but feel particularly small,
and cheap-would sell myself at a
very low price"
"Cheap," roarod John; "cheap I!
l would actually give myself away
this blessed minute, and throw
something in to boot. What are
we to dol I cant say. I believe
I shall dig out of this place and go
back to the city before morning.
I haven't got the courage to face
the music"
Tie began hastily putting on his
boots, and would have put his
threat into execution but for the
appearance of Hannah, who at
once asserted her authority.
"You arc not going single step,
John; | don't wonder you feel
ashamed of yourselves. What on
earth possessed you is moro than l
can tell"
"Tkat's right, Han. pitch in,
scold away; I'll take any amount
of talking just now. lam as meek
as lamb. But who is it that we
played so shabby q trick on 2" re-
piled George.
"Trickg I should think it was.
Why, it is Eva Stanley, our school
teacher, and this is her week to
board here. / don't believe the
poor girl will ever get over her
fright. 1t is too bad E; l shouldn't
wonder If SHE had taken her death
being dragged out Of warm bed
this time of night and dropped into
q snow drift in that fashion. No
wonder she cried"
"Cried, did she!" repeated
George, with groan.
81 should think she did. I just
took her in my arms and let her
have her cry out, while explained
how she happened to be mistaken
for Sam and became the victim of
your mad pranks."
"That was neat in you, Ham,"
said George. 81 am awful glad you
hugged the poor little thing. /
wish you had given her brotherly
squeeze for me-A'pon my honor ]
do"
"And how on earth do you eS-
pect us to stay and take the conse-
qnences r. asked John, beginning
to look serious.
al am for taking myself off in
stanter. / had rather face mask
ed battery than this pretty school
teacher, after making such fools of
ourselves"
"I don't care II you had," an
swered his sister, Indignantly
The only way to do is to brave it
out, both of you, and apologize for
your rudeness. -..,.t
"But Saml how the dence are
we TO Get along with bim2 You