Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-07-19


scrubs which they had been so IA
miliar TO her in her childhood hours
Thus delightful time was enjoy
ed, and Mr.. Carey proved her con-
slant escort. When the shades of
night had fallen, and fair Luna shed
its pale rays through the silvered
leaves aud branches, Mr.. Carey led
Irvie for a long walk and under the
canopy of the blue heaven, dotted
with tiny specks Of gold, he told
her of his love, bis hopes and his
expectations, and asked her to be
his wife. Irvie was so astonished
at the sudden declaration, that she
could not reply, and adverted her
face TO hide her confusion.
He misconstrued her silence, and
ia his haste, believed she despised
him. How could she love one she
knew so little of, he thought. Bit
terly he reproached himself, and
as she still continued silent, he turn
ed hastily away, leaving her alone.
Irvie was frightened at the look
in his eyes, and did not detain him,
although she did pronounce his
name in accents of emotion. But
so low was it spoken that his ears
did not catch a sound, and thus two
hearts, destined for each other,
were doomed to undergo a sad trial.
When they returned TO the farm,
Mr.. Carey gave Irvie his hand aud
helped her from the carriage.
Il beg your pardon, Miss Allen,
for having panied you. l should
have known better and it shall not
occur again" \ heavy sigh follow
Ell his words, while Irvie felt her
heart throb passiouately and pain
fully.
The next day Mr.. Carey an
nounced his.intention Of returning
to the city. as he had important
news, and his immediate presence
vas required. And this was the
end Of Iryie's sweet love dream
Only Heaven knew how truely,
how devotedly, she loved him.
Two years have flown by since
that pleasant picnic party which
ended 50 sadly for Irvie and Mr..
Carey. Irvie is no longer at the
farm. The constant prosecutions
Of her jealous step-mother had at
last won the day, and Mrs. Allen
had the satisfaction of knowing
that she had driven Irvie from her
home into the cruel world TO battle
with its turmoil. Yes, it had come
to that. Irvie had at last left her
home and gone among strangers to
earn a livelihood.
At first she had been undecided
what vocation to pursue, and had
battled hard with herself ere she
could make up her mind to leave
the home she had known so long.
Her love of painting opened the
way, and she was able to earn a
good living by producing charming
landscapes upon canvass and sell
ing them at good figure. All this
time she had not heard a word from .
Mr.. Carey. She still loved him as
only woman can. How can / de-
scribe the heartrending cries utter
"a in the lonely hours.
There was to be a grand exhibit
ion at the Academy of Music. A
prize was to be awarded the best
andscape, and Irvie determined TO
for it. If she should prove
then she would become
She felt that she could
,nly try. Failure was possible,
,ut still she would try! She threw
Ter whole soul into the work, and
( a patient, working spirit, bound
o conquer, and talent, could bring
her success, she felt it were well to
make the effort.
The opening day at the Acad-
my of Music for the paintings
vas announced, and had served to
RAW large crowd to witness the
Iisplay, and among them familiar
ace attracts our attention. 1t is
hat Of Mr.. Carey, whom we last
aw at the picnic near Allen farm.
lie is standing before a painting
he painting which has drawn the
,rize. His eyes are riveted upon
he colors anu mastery handling of
he picture. 1t is a grove of large
rees over which the moon sheds it
silver rays; the emerald sward
borders a silver stream, upon which
pure pond lilies are seen. Through