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

tleman. am sure it is not Dallas
Furrow."
The man who was coming up the
walk stood before the young girls
TO whom he bowed politely as he
dotted his hat. He was young and
handsome, and slight flush mantl-
ed Margie's temples as their eyes
met.
Pardon my intrusion upon your
privacy, ladies'" he said, looking at
She eldest. IL seek an interview
with the person who owns aud
inherits Maple Run. Win | find
him at home I"
MargIe answered that the per-
son sought was in the mansion,
and opened the gate.
1--WE were about TO return to the
house." she said, land will so mp
with YOU. Was Uncle George ex-
pecting you'"
IL believe not" was the reply,
and a faint smile was visible at the
corners Of his mouth.
1--WE have never met, and wrote
him not concerning my coming TO
the Run"
Margie glanced through her long
lashes at the stranger, and could
not believe that his coming BODIED
evil 10 the Run. He seemed the
very pink of honor, but there Turk
ed in his eye latent CLEAN Of re-
venge.
The conversation Of the two was
suddenly dropped, for the venerable
figure of the tenant of Maple Run
appeared in the doorway, and his
face, blanched to q snowy white
ness, that was startling TO behold.
Come no nearer" he said stern
" to the young man, who had halt
ed in the path. Il know you !
You need not tell me your name,
nor break your mission 10 the
winds. Do not put your feet
across the threshold of Maple Run,
for the time has not come. Go
sway, young man, and come when
YOU have heard that the spark Of
life has left this body; not before
that"
There were three pale faces in
path while these words rang from
the old mans lips. Margie and
Ada interchsnged quick glances at
the stranger who, pale as death,
stood like a culprit receiving his
sentence.
my father told me 10 come TO
YOU when attained my majority"
he said at last, as If recovering a
long lost voice. THAT day has ar
rived. and | am here"
Il care not if it has. arrived
twenty times :" was the cold reply,
Il want you to go"
Il shall go, but l will come
again" he replied, choking with
indignation. IL am sure that you
are holding something back from
me. Ladies, talk TO yon old man,
soften his heart and get him to
send for me"
The appeal sank deep into Mar
sie's heart, and she looked st the
old man TO see him advancing with
snger in his eyes.
Il so, sir" said the young man.
George Arage, call upon God to
punish YOU If you die and tell me
not. Do not so to the unseen
world with the secret Of the wreck
in your heart
There was no reply: the old
man stood in the path pointing to-
ward the Aourishine town whose
roofs were Just visible through
openings in the foliage. His lips
were close SET, but his eyes spoke
the command to depart, and the
young man, biting his lips, relnct.
antly turned on his heel and walk,
ed away.
"Did he tell You his name, Mar
sic = George Arase asked, turn
ing quickly upon the girl whC
were sorrowfully watching the re
treating figure.
"He told Us nothing she an
swered staring st the question
which might have been expected
at is well" was the reply, an,
the speaker went into the house
and the sisters heard him climbing
the stairs.
at is more Of the mystery, Mar
! cie,- Ada cried. Il wonder whel