Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1885-11-18


lucky heroine who looked up gratefully 60
ma The tramp bending over her.
'"Ohl I'm so glad you came, ,she began,
brokenly, III think should have died here
all alone" '1iF lsG Hlll ~ 1If-7 WY
"You are hurtf" he asked, with tender
compassion in his voice, as he knelt beside
her and lifted her to an easier position.
with womanly tenderness in his touch
that filled her with a sense OF rest and pro-
lection. She was absolutely obliged to
lean against him. No thought OF her COM
promised dignity ever entered her head.
Looking up at him wonderingly she noted
now great contrast between him and her
whiiom gardener. 'iplifl Yi'
Together they discussed the best means
Of getting home. She suggested that he 90
TO the cottage for the basket carriage, to
which he agreed after some remonstrance,
Then she illogically refused to be alone,
and finally consented to be carried home In
his arms. 1919 '"f'i ~ iI.I 1lII-
IL there Is any one virtue In this mum
dane sphere OF ours sufficient In itself to
make saint, IL Is the self abne CATION. of
the ordinary young man who could bear
such precious burden for fully two
miles, and not tighten his hold even the
smallest perceptible bit. Whether Ella
took this fact into consideration or not
does NOT transpire, but when he laid her
tenderly and almost reverently upon her
mothers lounge little later she thanked
him with a look in her eyes which spoke
palmer than words her deep respect for
him.
Wilhe Gaynor Is coming Tomorrow.
Ella is confined to her bed. Mrs. Winters
feels anxious and worried. Next morning
Jane says that the SHRED man" is not to
be found, but at the same time declares
that every thing is In the best Of order.
Mrs. Winters draws q sigh of relief, and
Ella says nothing No one suggests a
fresh flower for the parlor, aud there Is
everything but a spirit OF gladness in the
house. tpf WDE 40 lf1-i.slt
They have to carry Ella to the parlor
lounge, where they prop her up with
pillows. She looks like a sad, sweet pict-
ure, with her golden brown hair floating
loosely, and forming a framework for the
fair young face. -iii ~ ,i.,4 -f.i , b"
At five o'clock a grinding of wheels was
heard on the gravel outside. and aminute
later Mrs. Winters was holding out both
hands to tall, gray haired man-Willie's
father. The greeting over, he looked
around as IL expecting to see some one else,
and at last, to every ones surprise, asked:
"Where is Willief" "Just what 1 was go
ing to ask you" replied Mrs. Winters. ~
~ suppose the young rascal will want
an extension Of leave" continued Mr.. Gay
nor, not seeming to notice Mrs. Winters
remark, and with a sly glance at Ella.
Ella returned his glance with one Of blank
bewlderment, and while they were all
received very peremptory. tug, which
nearly startled them to their feet.
THAT'S his ring" said Mr.. Gaynor; "he
always will turn II into fire-alarm."
Jane opened the door promptly, but stood
rooted to the spot. In establishment as a
young man stalked past her, and went,
sanf ceremony, toward the parlor door.
Then, returning to her domain in a sort
of stupor which took away even the power
of thought, she sank helplessly into chair.
Meanwhile, the cause Of her perplexity
was endeavoring to explain how his ire
pressible love OF adventure prompted him
to adopt the role Of tramp and trying to
look as contrite as the laugh in his mis-
chievous brown eyes would permit.
81 should have cautioned you against
him, Margaret" said Mr.. Gaynor, trying
TO look severe. ~ might have guessed that
he would play some trick on you. Even
his own father is not free from his jokes"
contirsled the old man, trying to concen.
trate ferocious glare upon the culprit.
Mrs. Winters protested .yaliantly that
'she knew him all the time" AS for Ella,
she just flashed one reproachful glance at
him and then bnried very crimson face
among the pillows. ....- ...t r
Willie Gaynor sat down beside her, made
an unsuccessful effort to obtain her hand,
and tried to read her face, which was not
an easy task, owing to the different feel
ings which had been depicted thereon dur
ing the last half hour. But her heart,
which had been eddying round in distress
for the past month, was fast settling down
to sense of rest, and a great peace was
stealing upon her. A little throb of venge-
ance married this happiness. She registered
a silent and determined little vow to have
satisfaction for this joke, of which she had
clearly been the victim. ..H s34st
she shall never, never know that cared
for him; he shall not think that fell In
love with a tramp" she thought, with a
6af N ot yuh n1a nr1xr
phaszed by the firm closing of the small,
red lips, and her face grew crimson at her
own thoughts. ,.t.
"You will not send me awayW said
Willie in a low tone, as he tried to take
her hand. 81 claim pardon on the merits
of at least one good turn. What would
have become of you IL had not been play
ing my role the evening of your accident?
Even tramps can be useful sometimes" he
added, with mock humility.
Her color came and went beneath his
glance. She was sorely nonplussed-van-, /,
quished.
"Shall go home with father to- morrow,
Ella!" he inquired, looking straight into
the eyes which vainly sought to evade him.
you ought to-" she replied, petulantly
you've lost a whole- month for nothing,
and scared us almost to death into the
bargain" H.v ,..w
az don't think it was time lost,o he an
swered musingly, half to himself. sand
think saved one little girl from dire de-
struction." .et .tn4- -Dii r-
"What will people thinkW she went on,
not deigning to notice his last words.
"What will Jane say?" Here faint smile
betrayed itself around the corners OF her
mouth as the extreme ludicrousness of the
situation became more apparent.
Young Mr.. Gaynor made a desperate
effort to assume a contrite expression, but
at this juncture he laughed outright.
"As for Jane" he answered, 81 think
have stout ally there and am sure that
she at least win have none theless well
come for me-"
There is little more to be said. The mis-
chief-loving tramp had so far won.his way
into all hearts at the cottage that he did
not leave it until he carried away the
owner of the most rebelious, but withal
the most loveable one.-n. 4Hahoney, IN
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