Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1877-04-04


a stock of sunshine and good ma
ture in his own heart to allow their
a,eers to make him very unhappy,
The teachers of the academy
spoke very encouragingly of his
future, and when at twenty he
graduated from this school they
offered him a situation as teacher
in one department, at very good
salary.
Sam accepted the situation, and
still boarding at home walked his
two miles every day.
The people still snecrcd and said
among themselves:
"Oh, he's nobody but Sam We'll
don, he'll never amount to anything,
IL he does put on airs"
And Sam worked all the harder
and smiled the brighter. Maggie
Bright, now fourteen, was one OF
his best pupils, and he took great
deal of pains to help her in all her
studies. She liked to hear him
talk in his enthusiastic way about
the beauty of mathematical prob
lens, and when he talked about
the birds and the flowers and stars,
telling the name of each, she was
very proud of him, for it seemed
to her that he was the wisest man
in the world.
She studied very hard so he
might not think her fool, and his
kind Communications were the
pleasautest thing in her lonely life.
One day when Sam Weldon had
finished his years teaching he went
away aad forgot to tell the people
where he was going.
Some of them were very angry,
and the gossips talked a great deal
about it, but you see he was no.
body but Sam Weldon, and what
could any one expect of himl
Eight years passed away, during
which time Sans father died and
was buried on the hillside, while
his mother went to distant town
to live with her sister, It was said.
Eight years and once again Sam
Weldon walked about the old fa-
miliar streets of his boyhood
home. Everybody knew him the
moment they saw him, for although
his face was brozed and a blonde
mustache hid his sensitive mouth
his big blue eyes were just as earn.
est and honest as ever, and in then
lurked the old mischievous smile
With his hands in his pockets he
sauntered about the town whistline
in the old merry way, occasionally
stopping to shake hands with some
one who remembered him kindly
but generally giving only a careless
nod to those who recognized him.
Dell Casey, a stylish young lad,
of twenty-four, peeped at hin
through the blinds and wondered
if he had any money, and wasn't i
funny no one knew where he haC
been or what he had been doing al
these years.
He had certainly grown hand
some, and it almost seemed as j
therere was a sort Of an diStiRg,s
air about him but then, he wa
nobody but Sam Weldon, and s.
she didn't put on her best dres
and company manners when he
father brought him home to tea
While Sam talked to her father,
: dapper young clerk from the big
gest dry goods store in the villag
called on Miss Dell, and when Sar
noticed the cordially of her greet
: ing aud compared It with the colo
ness he had met with, the old srnil
: which lurked In his big blue eye
: grew brighter and more iutens'
D until IL illuminated his whole fac
{ Just as the sun, coming out froi
Q behind the clouds after summe
shower, gives at FIRST but feeb
n ray, and then grows brighter an
9 brighter until it foods the who
n landscape. arr
y The next day Sam took a eros
9 lot cut up to the old country scho
9 house where we first saw him. Il
n paused but q moment, however.
q the school house, but crossed Il
q road and walked down the path