Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1880-07-14

it. Poor child, she will be fright
ened il she did
And the next moment Margie
turned TO the door that led to the
room wherein Ada slept, only to
see the little girl enter in her night
clothes, white as the lilies beaten
down by the rain outside.
"Did you hear, Margie--the shot
and the cryl' Ada said, between
her gasps of fright. 81 was lying
awake thinking Of the mystery,
aud | heard them so very plain.
And then to think Uncle Georges
room door is open, and he is not in
bed"
"How do you know thisi' in
quired Margie, starting at her sis
ter's last words.
al went into the hall to see be-
fore l sought you, for l feared
something terrible had happen
ed him. Oh, Margie, this all
belongs to the mystery of Maple
Run"
Much Of Ada's talk fell from her
Inns while the elder sister tried 10
kiss her fear away.
There was an inexplicable terror
attached to the shot and cry, but
Margie's face grew pale as she
thought, and she dared not look
at the window for fear she would
see some terrible apparition of
nocturnal crime.
But all at once there sounded
hasty footsteps in the hall, and
somebody seemed TO be bearing a
heavy burden into the house.
Ada raised her head, and the
sisters listened with bated breath.
Suddenly the parlor door was
swung wide open, and George
Arage entered with a man in his
arms.
The sisters separated with start
ling cries, and stared at the old
man and his CHASTITY burden.
"My God!" he cried, dropping
the unconscious form on the sofa,
and starting from it with look of
horror. He said he would come
back and here he is. Come, Mar
gle, Ada, look into his face and see
if you recognize him
Timidly the sisters crept forward
and looked at the wet and pallid
face upturned to the ceiling.
1T is the young man who came
here two months ago." Margie
cried, looking at the old man.
Indeed it is" was the reply Of
George Arage, who gazed at the
PROSTATE person like man in a
trance.
Then Margie came forward, and
with her dark eyes fastened upon
him, said:
This is terrible, Uncle George.
fear this is murder. Tell me, did
you do the deedi"
mo, Msrgie, as God knows l
did not" was the quick reply
Il went out in the rain to see if
the footlog was still safe. / did
not know be was so near. All at
once there was a shot, then a cry,
and somebody fell almost at my
very feet / picked up human
body, and bore it thither not know
ing whose it was. No. l did not
shoot him, Msrgie; but ! think !
know who did"
Margie did not put the question
which seemed Of right to follow the
old mans brief narration, but turn
ed her attention to the occupant Of
the sofa
To her Joy she discovered that
life still futtered in his breast. aud
the stricken one was horne into a
little room at the head Of the
stairs.
George Arage's nature seemed
to have undergone sudden change.
BE stood over the patient with
anxiety depicted on his counter
snee, and the examination Of the
wound encouraged him. BE turn
ed to Margie with 8 smile that
made her heart beat fast with pull.
saiions Of hope.
AL through that night she watch
ed in the little room. Ada went
back 10 bed to think about the
mystery, and to connect with j
the shot that almos; took life.
George Arage alternated be
tween hisroom and the little cham