Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1881-02-09

was like, and whether he, too, was
a human butterfly lighting on every
flower and constant to none.
She asked herself whether fat
Mr.. Smith, who went out from the
suite of apartments below every
day with a silk umbrella under his
arm, dyed mustaches aud a smooth
ly shaven chA, had his amiable
weaknesses likewise.
81 almost WISH" said Dalfodil to
herself, "that | had remained un-
married. No, don't either! /
| don't know what | do wish"
So, woman-lille, DafIodil had be-
gun to cry.
But the pleasant twilight walk
in the park, and the melodious
whistle of the robin at the bird
fancier's, had cheered her up again
for the time being.
But she could not be blind to
the fact that John was not with her
so much as during the five weeks
after their marriage. Now and
again of an evening he would be
absent without a sufficient excuse,
and, with a smothered pang at her
heart, Daffodil had thought of
Olive Dodworth, the brilliant young
actress, even then playing at one
of the minor city theaters.
"Does be care for her yet| DAT
fodil asked herself; and there came
no satisfactory answer to the query.
And so it happened that tonight,
as she stood among her geraniums,
looking out at the sunset, she was
not quite happy.
''In the old times" said the bride
of six months to herself, John
was always home to take me for
walk in the twilight. lie never
thinks of it now"
Were Aunt Jocasta and Mrs.
Nudge right, after all 4! Was man
a delusion, aud life dreary series
Of Disappointment
AS these dispiriling reflections
passed through her mind, she was
startled by the unexpected sound
If footstep on the Aoor-a foot
step too light and elastic to be that
Of her husband.
She turned, and was amazed to
see, in the indistinct light, the
all figure of a beautiful young la
ly, richly dressed, and wearing
iuch a Partisan bonnet as poor
)affodil had never seen before.
Pardon me for intruding," said
he lady, with royal air, "but are
hese Mr.. Grey's rooms p
"They are" said Daffodil, sum
noning all the dignity at her con-
rol, and secretly wondering if this
night not be the "bete noire" of
Ter thoughts and fancies-AIiss
)odworth. "But / did not hear
'ou knock"
81 did not knock" said the
anonymous fair one, with hauteur.
Dafodil colored.
Il am Mrs, Grey" said she
quickly.
Pardon me-" said the lady, II
IN Mrs. Grey. l suspected some
hing of this new order of things"
With a contemptuous curl of her
p, land / have come on from
,hicago to counteract it,"
Madame" said Daffodil, stand
lg very erect, although she could
eel herself trembling all over,
you must be insane. | was mar
led to Mr.. Grey on the first day of
lst January"
The lady laughed hard, mirth-
ess laugh.
"Indeed," said she. And l was
larrled to him on the 9th of De-
ober, two years ago. Poor child !"
5 the pallor overspread Daffodils
ountenance, 81 don't suppose you
re to blame, but in this hard
orld we have to suffer for one
Mothers crimes. Where is he 2"
"l--don't know" family admit
I'd the bride.
Hump said the lady, com
ressing her lips. He is at his
ID tricky, ] see. Well l can wait.
on don't ask me to be seated. but
shall take that liberty without
our permission"
And she sat down, flinging back
re folds of her rich India shawl,
lille Datfodil watched her with
lent dismay.