Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-07-24

fSSA"Pho uhu moucSI uIlenI
at landscape painting, made enous
to keep them from want. Detec
ing the latent talent of her brotI
ers, she longed and worked hard
give them a special education to Ell
able them to make the mark tn;
she felt certain could be accou
plished by perseverance like theirs
81 am so glad to see your brigh
face" said Mrs. Leslie, as Lucy en-
tered. 81 don't feel at all well, an,
have been dreaming of collins
sure sign that something bad is t,
happen"
dreams always go by contraries
/ should say it means a marriage, >
said Lucy, laughing, to cheer hei
old friend, as she sat down for d
long chat.
Widow Leslie had long been a
humble friend of the Larcoms, but
poverty had since placed them
more on level, and drawn her and
Lucy together. She could sympa-
thise with the orphan girl, for she,
too, had her private sorrows in the
death of her husband, and the loss
OF her only son, who had run from
home, and gone TO sea in a vessel
which was soon after lost, with all
hands, on the shores of Australia.
Though ten years had passed
away, the mother still hoped that
her boy would return. And now |
that she was bedridden, she douhly
longed to see him before she died.
She had few friends and fewer Wis
tors. So that her affections yearn-
ed toward the cheerful girl, who
proved her kindness and sympathy
by her actions, and spent many an
hour in chatting or reading to the
nvalid-too infirm and short-sight-
ID to do much to amuse herself.
1t was dusk before Lucy return c
a, and Tom and Charles patience /
vas exhausted long before she OPEN t
d the door of their apartments. g
But it was well that she had STAY q
q so long to tighten Mrs. Leslie's b
'ad, for it was her last chance a
he old lady was found dead the Ii
ext morning, having passed away e
nietly and in the solitude, with no
lnds to close her eyes save those \
her Maker. h
Lucy followed her friend to the IN
ave, and sorrowed for her, for she
as the last link that connected her
IT'D old times when her f5rents he
IRE alive, their means ample, and CT
r home happy.
Lucy, here is such big letter. in
$ for you-Miss Lucy Larcom. NJ
hat can it meant" cried Tom. a ev
v evenings after, as the postman
nded in the missive. aw
Lucy opened it, aud read thus: an
MADAM:-We desire your pres
Re in our chambers at the earliest osl
lvenience, regarding the settle
Mt OF the estate of the late Mrs
gh Leslie.
"DEED, QUIBBLE & DODGE" is {
Il told you how it would be. Lu- Lee
|; the lawyers want to make you tho
for her funeral" said.Tom. bu,
They are not likely IS make n me
une out of poor artist" laugh Gu
Lucy. sol,
o the great establishment of the the
CONS and chagrin of the few mot
tives which Mrs. Leslie had left pre-.
latter had bequeathed a legacy ven
wo thousand pounds to Lucv, fcom
Vided her son did not return ia will
ar from the date of her death. you
one suspected that Mrs. Leslie L
penny, beyond a miserable XII
ernment pittance. She had loud
'ded her money for her son, dent
pr out of her thoughts. %caue
his was a great windfall to the III
IONS, though they could not into
h the money for year. And over
y rejoiced at the prospect of be- who,
lu1<o educate her brothers ac- well
ing to the bent of their genius. educ
I, Quibble'& Dodge offered TO and
nee money, but Lucy deter been
"a to wait, and work as usual LII
'r pictures, till the happy day place
ID arrive, when what now SEEM ETY.
nllmited wealth, would become brotl
ly due. lies
( months Of the time had hard hers,
d. when one morning saw Tom all h
n
charlie in tears, and Lucy sit grapl
sadly In corner, with another the h
letter from Deed, Quibble g. ed lei
'e. Mrs. Leslie's son had turn. Tom
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