Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1882-10-04

down 10 the depot 10 meet the govern.
or. Hello, Miss Phebe."
Arthur, are you nevC rgoing to leaye
off your monkey tricksP" asked Mis-:
Phebe, with as much sternness as she
was capable of which wasn't much.
Never" answered the caller, with
great GOODNESS, as he slid down the tree
again.
40. dear What would young Candy
think of himp" almost groaned Miss
Phebe. "And, Verona, dear, please
don't whistle any more"
mot whistle, you darling! how can
help itP whistled when was baby
girl, and l never knew you disliked il
before"
swell. don't know as l co dislike
it myself. In fact, I'm afraid | rather
like 1t. But don't whistle before Peter
that's all And, Verona, couldn't you
you seem to have some influence Over
him-induce Arthur Willis to behave
with little more dignity A young
man of two-and-twenty climbing trees
like squirrel or monkey is really toe
absurd"
''Mother Phebc, have you known
Arthur from before he was born-his
mother was an old school-mate of yours,
too, remember-until the present time
not to know that he can't be anything
but himselfp And l shouldn't want
him to. For my part, think he's toe
awfully cunning for anything
100 awfully cunningr' repeated
Miss Phebe. 'Well, perhaps he is.
He's a good young man anyhow, and
very kind to his parents-though / dc
object somewhat to his calling his faith
er governor
His father don't" laughed Verona.
"But bye-the-bye, darling, when do you
expect this id mean this cookbook
ing. well educated, simplicity.loving
gentleman Pr
"On the very next train. He will
dine with us, and l have told Betsev TO
serve dinner earlier than usual So
you had better begin dressing at once"
And Miss Phebe left the room, and Ve-
roma did "begn dressing at once. a"
Oh, what sparkle came into her lovely
black eyes, what saucy tilt the
turned-up nose took on, and what
bright smiles chased each other over
the full red lips And no wonder, for
never made maiden, dressing to meet q
would-be lover, so elfish toilet before.
First she dipped II hair-brush into a
basin of water, and vigorously brushed
the fluffy curls that lay upon her fore
head (Which, unshaded by them,
seemed triae too high), and the
waves that rippled over her head, until
there was no hint of curl or wave left.
Then she undid the coils and puffs of
her luxuriant hair, made TO look moro
luxurant by being arranged in
these same coils and pulfns,
and gathering it all together into
one hard knot, she fastened it with one
hairpin high on her head. An accident
a year or two before had cost her one
of her pretty white tecth-a front one,
most unfortunately; but, thanks to the
dentists skill, no one had ever even
suspected that the one which replaced
it bore no relation to its ncighbors.
This tooth she removed, and her mouth
lost its symmetry, and her smile its
charm. Then she donned n muslin
gown of Miss Phebe's, some twenty
years old, and conspicuous by
reason of the green leaves and
blue flaglilies of enormous size that
were profusely scattered over it, which,
Miss Phebe being rather short and
quite stout. and she rather tall and
quite slender, effectually concealed her
shapely form, and left unconcealed her
feet, in stout low shoes, two sizes too
large for them. About her neck, which
was long and slender and graceful in
the soft ruches and laces she always
ell flo 4
Just behind her left ear, so that il
dropped over against her cheek, max
ing her brunette complexion look posi-
lively salloy, she pinned spray of the
brightest blue larkspur.
And thus she presented herself be-
fore the much astonished Miss Phebe
and Mr.. Peter Candy. If the latter
were also much astonishcd, Us beyond
doubt he was, having heard a glowing
account of her adopted daughter from
his hostess, he never betrayed it farther
than by slight opening of his dreamy,
half-shut eyes. He was willowy
youth, with fair, willowy hair falling
nearly to his shoulders, forehead low
but not broad, and chin decidedly
the reverse of his friend and teachers.
And he wore dark purple velvet coat,
and white lace and lavender silk scarf,
and there floated about him the delicate
perfume of the violet. He rose when
Verona entered the room, and greeted
her with a languid bow, which she re.
turned with an awkard courtesy, while
Miss Phebe's face became marvellous
study, from the wonderful commingling
of expressions there, as she led the way
to the dining-room.
"You-ah-you like country lfep"
said Peter-l should say Aurelius-
when they were seated at the table.
go, yes" replied Verona, with in.
fantile fervency. II dote on cows"
"CowsP Oh! ah! ali! yes. They
they"
Don't bite you, and they give milk
and cream and butter" explained Yer.
ona.
Peter-that is, Aurelius- almost
smiled. "And do you dote on horses,
toop" he asked, patronizingly.
"Yes; but sometimes they kick. Pm
afraid of them when they kick. But /
oh, how I''-clasping her hands
''love chickens ~
"Chickens ~ repeated Aurelius, in a
dazed way.
Eyes; they lay omelets and custards
and eggs" said Verona. nodding her
head with the air of one who imparts
useful information. And there the
conversation ended.
Mr., Peter Aurelius Candy lett for
home on an early train. "Your adopt
ed daughter is simplicity ITSELF" he re-
marked to Miss Phebc. while bidding
her good-by, "but fear we arc not af-
fnities."
"Oh, Verona, how could you--how
could you be So" began Miss Phebe,
as soon as he was gone; but an uncon-