Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-04-03

interrupted Mr.. Birdseye. "Hi
window Is Open"
al don't care II he does hea
me-" snapped Mrs. Hall. III
ought to have been ashamed o
himself, coming here under sucl
circumstances as this. But he goes
sick or well, before sunset this yer!
night. There are public hospital
enough, l suppose"
"Plenty of 'em," said Mr.. Birds
eye, dryly, "and while he is waiting
for MI the forms to be gone through
with, in order to gain admission
he viii most likely die in TIT
street."
"Well, let him de-" said Mrs
Hall. "That's no business Of mine
that / know Of"
NIFTY looked at me. ! looked Al
NIFTY. Our eyes sparkled mute
Geographic messages to each Other
and I spoke out OF the choking
indignant fitness Of my heart.
"Mrs. Hail." cried l, "Mr. Wal
Ter may come here, whoever he is
A sick man, friendless and alone,
should be able to claim brotherhood
with oil the world. NIFTY and
will take care Of him until he is
able to take care of himself"
Mrs. Hall took US at our word
with extreme promptitude, and be-
fore nightfall poor Bernard Waller
was snugly installed in the little
vacant room over the wing-a pale,
ghostly-looking creature, babbling
idly Of people and places on the
continent that we never had heard
of.
DR.. Miller shook his head very
gravity. "He is very sick man."
was the verdict.
"Kate," whispered NIFTY, when
the doctor was gone and the sick
man was all still and settled for the
night, "suppose-suppose he should
die"
ain that case, NIFTY, don't
think we should ever repent that
we had done our duty"
81 am sure we should not" said
NIFTY, softly.
But Bernard Waller did not die.
He got well-and of course, &C
cording to all the rules Of true love,
he lost his heart to Mitty's blue
eyes and pretty face.
"Youll never allow your sister
to marry painter !" said Mrs.
Hall, spitefully.
81 am sure I've no objections to
her becoming an artists wife rs
long as they love each other" said
/ laughing.
"well, really" said Mrs. Hall,
"if it was my Henrietta"
"But it isn't your Henrietta" I
interrupted, little sharply; "it is
our NIFTY, and she has chosen for
herself, and l, for one, am entirely
satisfied"
Well, they were married in a
quiet sort Of a way.
l am reaching the end of my
story now-the romance that trad
lated our lives, when the cake was
cut, and NIFTY and Bernard had
gone on their tour with humble lit
tie me along in the capacity as
bridesmaid.
We had travelled all day, and to-
wards night, on glorious October
day, we drove into the gate of a
spacious old place, where we're &C.
tagonal towers and ivy-manteled
walls.
80, what fine old place !" said
NIFTY. "Ah, look at the lovely
glittering fountain, and the beds OF
scarlet geranium. Bernard, are
you going to sketch this place 7"
al may, in time" said my sister,
husband composedly, as he sprane
out and opened the carriage door.
care you going to get out here
Bernardo Do you know the peo
pie Z"
But before he could answer, the
great carved oak doors few open
revealing Q stately entrance hall
with 9 fire burning at the farthes
end, and glowing softly, pictures
cleaned down from the walls, ant
J chairs upholstered in violet velver
stood around. To NIFTY and me i
was like q glimpse Of fairyland.
"Who lives here. BARNARD % stil