Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-05-29

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"What could il have beeni 81
almost whispered.
"Don't believe it," remarked NJ
Arlingford sententiously.
The lovers were gazing at eaC
other and there was half a smile G
the features of each.
Soon after this, Dora, being col
sidered weary after her railwa
journey, was conducted to her bee
chamber by her cousin, who agai
embracing her in mute, clingin
fashion, hoped she would rest wei
and left her.
Not a word had been said abou
her betrothal to the young man i
the parlor. Her claims had bee
wholly ignored. Her cousin wa
likely not only to rob her of he
Inheritance, but of her husban,
also.
The young girl retired to be-
with feeling of disolation at be
heart which may be easily imagined
and fell asleep weeping bitterly TO
her old, happy Indian life, wher
she was the idol of her father ant
a darling of her ayab.
She woke-or rather she strng.
gled back to consciousness-with
these words running through her
mind-"the result being a myster-
ious death, which no one could &C.
count for"
1t was q disagreeable remark to
occur to one in the middle of
the night, and it reused her to a
preternatural wakefulness.
She began to ponder over the
events of the evening, when sud-
denly something struck her ear
which sent all the blood tingling to
her heart.
1t was like the trailing of a long
muslin robe over the thick carpet.
which covered the floor, and a
cautious rustling of paper; the one
sound followed the other with the
slow and regular monotony of a
The night was at its darkest, and
he head of the bed was in an
llcove, so that a view of the room
could not be had but Dora divin-
ID with a choking of the breath,
he meaning Of the strange sounds.
Penelope Arlingford was in the
DOM!
Before she retired Dora had read |
chapter from large Bible which
~ on the table.
She perfectly recollected placing
on the end of the sofa near the
'indow when she had finished read
,g it.
She felt that her rival was on her
nees before the book, impregnat-
g its leaves with the "volatile
olson" which Walter Cary had
,oken of, and that as she finished
,ch leave, and turned it slowly
YER, her long muslin sleeve swept
lie edge Of the book, making the
ealthy sounds which had aroused
Or intended victim.
Dora lay bound hand and foot
a feeling which almost stopped .
lie beating of her heart. +,
Remember, she had grown up l
mid scenes of passion and violence !
Ie had been amoug the helpless I
les at Cawnpore, when the Sepoys
assacred their victims in cold {
God /; and death was not so strange t
weapon in the hands of a young
ri, to her, as it would be to us; /
~. 1t seemed the one weapon by (
hich Penelope Arlingford would
ost likely strike for love and i
ealth.
Motionless, her eyes distended. c
g cold dew Of agony dripped
'm every limb, the orphan girl {
and listened to this evidence of a
sachery. y
All at once board at the side OF A
Q bed creaked, as though a wary
ot was passing over it, and the s
ng swish Of the garments follow a
Then the door softly burst open
il without hands, flow of air y
I'M the passage rushed across
9 girls rigid face, and she heard d
nd the suffocating throbbings in "
r ears, the first crow Of some C.
ighboring chanticleer. b
Her terror ended in a swoon. b
When she came to herself IL was
pad daylight. D
The golden sunshine was lying e'
ross her pillow, and the perfumes
the red hnnavonoLIo 49, n