Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-02-27

| grocery lnnlctlon called out:
"Here's lady inquiring for you
Sam"
In distinct outline before In,
door stood a little woman, hel
skirts spread out by a triangular
hoop like the skirts Of the female
figures we used to draw on on,
states at school. l come forward
to make my bow, and saw that she
had deposited a brown willow
basket on the show case and drop
ped a blasl1 glazed bag at her side
She wore stingy kind of shawl
with fearful long fringe, and seem
ed to be afflicted with numb palsy
care you my nephew Sam'wel 2
she asked.
"My name is Samuel Haynes,
ma'am."
"I'm your fathers aunt, Loueezer
Haynes"
"I'm glad to see you Aunt
Louisa"
She looked at me shraply, as il /
was making fun of her. / sup
nose IL is because the corners of
my mouth turned up, people are
always suspecting me of making
fun of them. wish those corners
would sink, and wonder why they
don't"
"I'm your only living female
relative on the fathers side," said
she.
NY business experience with
females had been so embittering, /
was glad to learn she was the only
one on the fathers side.
GAS you have no mother, 1 feel
it my duty to help make a home
for you"
Instantly I remembered that
Aunt Louisa was worth seventy
five thousand. | think / learned
that fact in early years at the
paternal knee, along with who
made me, and what State lived
in. l know it always stood to MY
infantile consciousness in the rela-
ton of primary truth. My father,
all his life, courted poverty through
the medium of dry goods and
groceries, and went through bank
ruptcy as often as the law would
allow. During the periodic sea-
sons, before calling the creditors
and making an assignment, he used
to clasp his hands on his head and
calculate, "Louisa might help me if
she only would"
But Louisa wouldn't, or at least
didn't, and whatever may be
thought of her fllial affection,
mature observations on the oscilla-
tons in the molasses and ginger
have convinced me Of
the soundness of her judgment.
"I'm delighted to see you, Aunt
Louisa. I'll go right down to my
boarding-place with YOU"
Hence, with the brown willow
basket in one hand and a shiny
leather bag in the other, and my
great-aunt trotting behind-why
under heaven she didn't walk by
my side, couldn't see-we meand-
cred down the street.
We met Evelina Angela Plimp-
ton. / was engaged to Evelina
had enjoyed that honor
ever since one July evening when
there came up a sudden thunder
shower, and she clasped my arm
and calculated she was $50 timid."
An engagement was an annual
episode with Evelina. When
solemnly asked Pa Plimpton's con-
sent he didn't remove his pipe from
his mouth, but just nodded, and
pursued his previous train of
thought. Evelina smiled patroniz-
ingly upon me. Difference to the
aged 1 knew she considered beau
tiful.
My aunt didn't like my board
ing-place, and wasn't pleased with
my boarding-mistress. She thought
we'd better keep house, and l
spent the next fortnight house.
hunting with her. The great
desideratum seemed to be the
right kind Of a cutlery" one
would have supposed butter was
to be the staff of life with us. We
at last found "buttery" on the
northwest corner; opening into
both kitchen aud dining room,
having the requisite number of
cupboards, having shelves that adj
mitted of being taken out in house,