Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1885-11-18
THAT TRAMP"
How He Won Her Heart and Gar.
ried Away It's Owner.

"Why, Ella, child, what have you been
doing" exclaimed Mrs. Winters, raising
her hands and eyebrows in mild surprise,
as a slight, blue-eyed girl entered the
breakfast-room with a huge armful of
flowers. Great crimson roses mingled
their dark loneliness with pure white buds,
and rich velvet pansies lay half hidden In
tangle Of heliotrope and smilax.
"These are for Willie, mamma" replied
her daughter, as she laid her precious bur-
den on a table and, picking out q yellow
rosebud, which well deserved its name,
"gold of ophir," pinned it lovingly on her
mothers bosom-an act which immediately
disarmed her of fall anger, Elias occa-
sional depredations among the flowers be-
ing cause of serious disquiet to the good
old lady.
Mrs. Winters had been a widow for
many years, her husbands California
pioneer = having, in mining parlance,
"passed in his checks" leaving her In
daughter lived in quiet secusion, seldom
appearing in society, and Ella, at eigh-
teen, was as sweet and innocent as the
flowers, which, verify seemed kith and kin
of her own.
They had few relatives. Mrs. Winters
tOInCtlineS SPOKE Ol ~ COUSIN WHO IVeO
away up in the mining districts, whose
family she had never seen, and Ella was
secretly In love with handsome, bold face
which looked at her saucily from an old
daguerreotype case upon the mantlepiece
whose laughing mouth she had often fur
lively kissed, and wondered IL she would
ever see him. And now, oh joyful news
there was letter from John Gaynor, say
ing that his eldest boy, Willie, would pay
them visit. 81 trust, dear Margaret
ran the letter, "that he will be the link
which shall again unite the chain of our
old-time friendship" Ella was very happy
at last she would see her girlish IDEAL, Tc
her fervid imagination he must be pleas
ant realization of the "honest miner'
whose primitive habits and manner are sc
graphically described by Twain and Miller
To-day was undoubtedly the very happiesi
I'm her life. The sun never seemed &c
bright, the very flowers appeared to have
gained more radiant colors, and certainly
emitted stronger and sweeter perfume
The glamour of loving expectation en-
veloped and identified all things in her
eyes. This post Is sure to bring q letter
apprising them OF the time his train would
arrive. Ella pays but little attention to
pectant look toward the window. She Is
rewarded at last by the appearance Of the
| gray coated postman, whose homely but
good natured face looks positively hand
some in hcr eyes this particular morning
With dexterous twist OF finger and
thumb, begotten OF long practice, he sends
letter flying up the garden path, and as
Ella runs lightly TO meet him IL lands
softly and significantly against her lips
and drops at her feet, when she picks IL uI
with a blush which put all the pretentious
pink flowers In the garden to shame.
The letter is for her this time, the first
she has ever received from her cousin. and
har hop nd ftat,,blo "A nx,ar "a
envelope. She walks back slowly through
| the garden, and as Mrs. Winters comes u
the window she Is just In time to see the
| joyous look die out of the bright face, and
an expression of deep disappointment settle
| upon IL.
30, mama, Willie says he can not leave
| for month yet. Pm so sorry"
n There was touch OF cadence after the
"sorry" which would havc been very
sweet music to Mr.. Willie Gaynor's earl
could h have heard 10. A big sigh ac'
! compAnisA her words as she looked regret'