Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1879-07-09

The young man IN listening I
their artless conversation-noticin
the caressing fondness of the oldel
and the clinging love of the younge
sister-learned more of the Lowell
character of the girl near him thai
if he had met her a dozen times il
society.
And so the time passed, Franz
occasionally saw the sisters at dis
lance.
He did not go to the rock again
as it was evidently their favoritC
retreat.
One afternoon, as he was watching
a lovely little bit of scenery in hi:
portfolio, he heard scream. Spring
ing to his feet, he listened intently
for a moment, and then started in
the direction of the brook.
On the bank stood the girl, and,
struggling in the water, some dis
lance off was the little sister.
Without stopping to speak to the
agonized girl, just as he was, Frank
sprung into the water. The brook
was not wide, but deep; and, encum-
bered as he was by his clothing, and
hindered by the little ones frantic
struggles, Frank had difficulty in
reaching the bank again. But he
was fully repaid for his exertions by
the look in the hazel eyes which met
his own as he placed the child in the
arms outstretched to receive her.
ooh, sir how can l thank you?
Ny darlingp
Here her voice broke, and Frank,
taking the little girl into his own
arms, said:
81 need no thanks. If you will
show me where you live, | will carry
your sister there. She may take
cold"
1t was no time for ceremony, and,
as they walked rapidly along, she
told him how the accident happened.
She had been reading, and had al
lowed her sister to wander off little
way in search of wild flowers, when
suddenly she heard a scream, and,
instinctively knowing what was the
reached the brook just in
time to see her darling struggling in
the water She had tried to cross on
the stepping stones and had fallen.
When they reached the house the
young girl turned:
81 should like to know the name
Of my precious sisters deliverer. Ny
aunt and myself can never repay
you, sir"
Taking the soft hand extended to
him, Frank said:
"My name is Frank Coventry ?"
"And mine is Ella Merrill"
Taking her sister in her arms. she
eft him and entered the house.
When he arrived home Frank sat
Town and thought it all over.
The hands in which the soft fingers
lad rested so short time felt very
The letter his father had
written him came to his mind, and
With it feeling of distaste which he
lad not felt when he read it.
All! Frank, the rosy boy was
nischievously aiming at you from
mong the boughs over your head
hat day, when, from under the shad-
w of the rock, you watched the
'raceful figure vending her way over
he stepping-stones.
And Frank, as he arose from
it over, knew what caused
he thrill in the hand, which had ,
ever thrilled under the touch of
ny maiden's fingers before. The s
ext day he was to start for home.
ioing out in the morning, he gath I
red a cluster of wild roses and vio-
It's, and took them to the home
'hich now held all the brightness in
fe to him. He inquired for the ,
hid, and, learning she was quite
'ell, left the flowers for "Miss Mer-
ILL.,"
"My dear son, how glad am to !
&c you. 1t has seemed very lonely 9
II summer without you" Il
Dear mother, / am glad to be
ONE"
Frank, Mrs. Bradley and her
ieces are coming tomorrow. so ,
anted you home to help us enter s
in them. / have been worrying |
r fear something would detain
gu"
Father, you only mentioned one
iece."