Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1885-09-16

traic his words. strobe from the apart
ment.
1t is plain to the reader by this time
that the ghost had executed his strange
purpose, and to Mr.. Pevensey's ex-
trcme bewilderment
A well-dressed young woman passed
him at corner where he stood gazing
vacantly and furtively about him whom
he recognized at once as his daughter.
lie started after her rapidly. at the
same time calling to her TO stop. She
turned hurriedly and looked ut him,
then walked faster. and as he increased:
his pace and seemed determined tol
ovcrtake her she gave scream and I'M
moment Mr.. Pevensey was roughly
seized by passing policeman and borne
away In spite OF his protestations that it
was his daughter, and he merely want
ed to speak with her moment. His
sullen manner was not softened as he
was thrust into the somewhat narrow
and uncomfortable room appointed for
such characters at the station-house
and informed that his trial would occur
at nine o'clock in the morning.
As on the previous morning, Mr..
Pevensey was awakened by a sunbeam
streaming on his face; but instead of
sitting through the rich curtains of his
own apartments as it did then, it slant
ed between the rusty bars of an ordi-
nary cell. He surveyed the surround
ings with even more wonder than he
did before, and as he realized where he
was and caught the offensive odor of
stale beer which pervaded the atmos-I
phere of the cell. he began to be in
dignant. Then the truth began to
dawn on his mind and the cpl
sode with his old friend Penn
broke required to him like nightmare,
while his confused recollections of see-
ing Miss Emory somewhere, and q
dim idea that he had offended her, did
not add to the pleasure of his thoughts.
However, there was nothing to do but
wait for the jailor to come to him. Nine
o'clock came at last, and. humilitating
as it was, he had to go through the reg
ular form of examinations; and when at
last he was set at liberty-having paid
his fine and listened impatiently to the
sage counsel of the magistrate-he
turned his steps toward his residence
once more, Illuminating on the way with
frowning brows. He applied his key
and entered as usual. The first thing
that attracted his notice was delicately
tinted, perfumed note lying on the table.
He flushed slightly, picked it up and
read the following:
Mr.. PEvENsEY: After what occurred last
night you can hardly expect me to regard
fore release you from all claims may have
had upon you, and wish you to regard me
hereafter merely as your friend;
He stared at it for few moments,
and happening to glance up, his eyes
encountered the doubtful figure of his
unearthly tormentor, Pembroke. Grab
bling book from the table he hurled it
with all his might at Pembroke's head.
but the missile merely passed through
and beyond it as il there had been moth
ing there:
"Ha! hal" cackled Pembroke.
There's no use in your trying that,
Pen; I'm nothing but q spirit, you
known
"Confound you for knave of his Sa-
tanic Majesty's Tenth Legion" then re-
piled Pevensey, in baffled rage.
"Come, come now, Pen, l didn't mean
to. l didn't want to in fact, you know
you made me do it. Be reasonable,
Pen"
"Reasonable!' he cried, fiercely; "be
reasonable! Yes, that's good. l must
say-kind of you to sit there, knowing
can't shoot you or kick you if try,
having deliberately ruined my name in
town and caused break between us.
You know whom mean"
''At least, then, hear me out, Pen, for
can't linger here much longer; Unjust
be back at Jupiter at precisely noon, and
it is eleven now, you see. Now, Pen,
I'm sorry this has happened as it has,
but if you will go to Miss Emory and
explain the matter to her. lay all the
blame on me- can stand it, you know
she is too sensible girl not to forgive
you. Trust me, Pen, and try it."
With these words the thin visitor be-
came thinner still, and soon was quite
dissolved.
Mr.. Pevensey gazed at the chair
which he had lately occupied for some
moments blankly, and then meditated:
Il might as we'll after all do as he sug,
gested. 1t can't be any worse than il
is now" Accordingly, after making an
elaborate toilet, he repaired to Miss
Emory's house, from which. some hours
later, he came forth, walking with an
elastic step and smiling serenely, al.
though it must be confessed his necktie
and coat collar were rather disordered.
And even to this day Mrs. Pevensey is
not certain whether her husband was
really under the influence of Pembroke
or whisky.-R. f.. Roc, in Chicago
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