Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1879-07-02

}, his wife Thursday; yet whe
n the day came he was sittin,
! with his godfather at the window
| At the usual hour the carriag
: arrived, and Mrs. Downes, will
, her hair as deliberately dressed a
If she was going to state dinner
at the Bishops palace, ran dowr
the steps, and was soon driven rap.
idly away.
"Well, godfather" he said pleas,
antly, "that is Emma, certainly,
and she is very remarkably dress
ed: but, for all that, / am sure she
has some good reason for what she
is doing. / believe / will wait I'M
til she tells me-"
"Don't be such a fool, George,
go and question your servants"
After little reflection George
crossed to his own house and rang
the bell. The housemaid seemed
astonished at his appearance, and
when he asked where her mistress
was, said she had not seen her since
she had taken orders for dinner
Then George went up to the nurs-
cry.
"Where is your mistress, Ann 2"
ais she not in the parlor, sir 2"
"You know she is not. Where
did she go in the carriage :"
"Indeed, sir, it is my business to
mind the children; the mistress
knows her own affairs, without the
likes of me meddling in them"
He turned round impatiently,
went back to Mark Ripon, and got
an accurate description of the
house to which he had traced Mrs.
George and in half an hour the
half-curious and half-angry hus-
band stopped at the pretty cottage.
All was quiet about it, there was
10 appearance of company, it look
ID almost deserted in its wintery
garden.
An exceedingly lovely woman,
hough evidently in frail and failing
health, opened the door for him,
aging, in an inquiring voice, "You {
want to see the signor, sar!"
"No l wish to see Mrs. Downes; {
he is here, / believe p {
Sab, yes she is here. If you will {
'lease to go up one stair. am so !
Teak and tired always" q
She pointed to the stairs, and c
ieorge went thoughtfully up them.
Ialf way there was a little landing il
nd door, and here he heard a y
TRANCE musical voice, and then his
lies merry laugh to its chservo- Il
on. 1t nettled George ; he knock T
d sharply, and before an answer 6
'uld be given opened the door =
nd went into the room. fC
sob, George, how provoking c
What made you come, dear!' "a
His wife was sitting in all her &
ridal finery on q little elevated II
atform, and Signor Sarti was y
ltting the last touches to lovely o
ortrait of her. u
81 meant it for your Christmas IL
IT, George, and you have peeped a.
'forehand. Is not that too bad p IL
"Indeed it is, Emma" But En- al
a was almost satisfied with his u
'epiDg, so proudly and loving did p
take her home. u
"How did you find me out, p,'
'orge 7" al
"Ob, you are easy to find out, ~
nina. OF course / knew If you pi
t carriage, that you got the q
rriage at MorrelPs. But how do
u come to know this French Gu
mi"
''You think all foreigners are re
eDchmen, George. He is an sc
Ilian, and so is his beautiful wife. o.
came from London to paint my Ut
d bishop and the cathedral, and ot
signora was so much better Pt
re that he resolved to spend the III
inter- in Yorkshire, and try and ne
Ike enough to take her home to a"
ly in the spring. Ny lord ask j..
me to have my picture done, Pr
l papa paid for it in order to
prise you. Think George, dear, ''
u had better not let papa know &c
u have spoiled bis surprise" 10
George felt more and more sorry 'o'
! humiliated as he looked in the ="
'tty, frank face, and thought ."
v cheerfully, after all, she had -
Ten the forestallment of her -