Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1879-04-30

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"You and 1 cannot discuss this
question without quarreling. Sup
pose we drop it."
"And so you are not going to
finish Enid 2" He reached for
the closed book. "Do you ever
read 'Maudp"
"Yes. But why do you like
such sentimental nonsense =
He turned to it and read the
part commencing:
"Come into the garden, Maud.
For the black bat, night, has flown"
She had never heard him read
before, and glad pleasure filed her
heart to hear her favorite poet so
correctly and finely rendered as he
went on
There has fallen splendid tear
From the passion flower at the gate.
She Is coming, my dove, nv dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate"
Frederetta comprehended that
this man understood more fully
than she this exquisitely wrought
description of the grand passions
that sways this world as the rich,
mellow voice glided over the
stauzas, and a heart vibration
quivered in the words as he ended:
"she Is coming, my own my sweet,
Were it ever 50 airy a tread.
Ny heart would hear her and beat
Were it earth in an earthly bed.
Ny heart would hear her and beat
Had il lain for a century dead
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom In purple and red"
"There," he said, "find me finer
piece Of sentiment than that. You
know the sudden transition the
poem makes from this brightly
wrought ecstacy Of passion to the
depth Of wild dispair. One catches a
rare glimpse ofthe extremes Of hap
piness and misery in human soul.
But l can never fully describe the
feelings which some parts Of this
poem stir within me-
His face flushed now; she had
never seen him moved to such en-
thusiasm. She did not know that
apart from the inspiration of the
poem the wine of love had made
summer in his veins.
Day had mellowed into twilight,
which, in turn, had darkened into
cool, dewy night, upon hushed
nature. The home Of Frederetta
was hushed to repose. The flowers
slept with dropping heads under
the soothing influence Of the god
dess Of night, from which the odor-
ons kiss of the sun should awaken
them on the morrow. No sound
broke the stiffness, save the chirp
of the cricket and the occasional
note of the night bird.
Just as the clock In the hall
strikes the midnight hour bright,
lurid square Of light suddenly
flames out in the darkened space
where the houses throw their
shadow. The windows OF large
room on the second floor are one
broard sheet of flame. Next to
the room on fire was the one oc-
cupied by Everett Reynolds. A
premonition of danger, such as
often comes to US in peril, awaken
ed him suddenly from his slumbers,
and springiDg from the bed be
glanced out Of the window. Hast
lily dressing, he rushed into the
hall, crying:
"Fire! Fire !"
At once all were aroused and the
customary wild confusion ensued,
the servants and family rushing
about to ascertain the locality and
extent Of the fire. 1t was soon
found that no earthly power could
stay its course. All that could be
done was to hurry and save the
most valuable articles.
Frederetta, In a loose wrapper
and unbound bair, with the rest,
acting under the calm direction OF
Everett-for even the master Of
the house seemed paralyzed-aud
the servants had began to carry
out the things Of least value, with
the strange Inconsistency so often
displayed in such cases. The fire
gained rapidly, but so active had