Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-10-09

II have cousins by the name o
Clifford"
"And am one of those cousins,
said Rosamond courageously
"There-you turn this screw little
and it relieves the tension at once
thereby improving the stitch
for"
"AIIow me 10 claim relationship
then" and Sir Walter Morton
frankly held out his hand. Rosa
mond Lesitated an instant. Her
mother would have haughtily re-
pulsed the overtures Of friendship
but she and her mother had always
held different theories on the sub
iect Of Sir Walter Morton. So she
put her hand in his.
~ am glad to meet YOU said
Morton. IL should have met you
before, but q letter from your
mother"
EYES," said Rosamond, coloring
deeply, II know how my mother
feels. Shall show you about the
machines now!"
"Are you exhibiting them |"
"Yes. l am earning my own liv-
ing"
Morton's fine face lighted up.
Sand / honor you for it. Yes,
you may show me, If you please.
| am just ordering few for some
schools have established"
And when Sir Walter Morton
took his leave, the man of sewing
machines came gleefully to Rosa
mond's side.
"Your cousin has ordered a
dozen, Miss Clifford. | wish we
had few more customers like
him."
Sir Walter Morton came next
day to examine into one or two
knotty points respecting the NIT
chinery, and stayed until Rosa
mond got mp to put on her shawl
and bonnet.
"You are going home 2" he
asked.
"Yes, Miss Morrison takes my
place in the evening"" she replied.
"But it is quite dark; you must
let me see you home"
"Yes, but-my mother 2!
Morton laughed. 81 compre-
bend. l am no special favorite with
her. But l can preserve a prudent
incognito. Let me be Mr.. Walters"
And Rosamond, who really was
little timid concerning that long
lonely walk in the dusk, and who
was beginning to like and trust
her new-found relative, consented.
Mrs Clifford received the new
conner with stately dignity.
"Tm sure I'm very happy to
meet you sir she said. "Any
friend of Rosamond's will always
be welcome to me, and / only wish
l could receive you in more fitting
manner. We have not always been
what we are-nor should we be
now if law and justice were any
thing but mere meaningless names"
"Indeed!" said Morton, curl
ously, while Rosamond felt as if
her face was all on fire.
"No, sir" said Mrs. Clifford, the
bows on her lace cap quivering
with the emphasis she used. eff
we had our rights we should have
been the Giffords of Morton place,
and my daughter Rosamond, instead
Of exhibiting sewing-machines,
would have been sitting in silks and
velvets. But we have been de.
prived of our rightful inheritanc,
J by a fiend in human shape, named
, Walter Morton. Perhaps yol
, have heard of the great law
suit 2"
!, 81 think / have a faint recol
4 lection of it," said Mr.. Walters
e gravely.
: Mamma" interrupted Rosa
mond, in a voice of DISTRESS, "thes
4 these family matters cannot b
i interesting to a stranger, and
l. Excuse me! !" said Mrs. Giffor'
e drawing herself up primly. &C
course, am in the wrong-I a
p ways am-only it isn't exact
e pleasant TO be told of it by my ow
daughter !"
J. "Mamma, you know / didn
t, mean that I"
Ie But Mrs. Clifford declined to
70 propitiated on any terms, and s,
y stiff and prim the remainder
the evening, full Of unspok,
N "Reminiscences of the great In,