Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1890-07-02
A Piece of Charles.the. Zenith Pink.

missed.
A Piece of Charles-the.Tenth Pink,
"Isn't it sweet ?" exclaimed Bessie
Eckel to her sister, as the clerk un
rolled few yards of the dainty rib
bon with its silken sheen and fashion
able picot edge, and threw it dextrous
ly over his arm. 1t was such love
ly color, as it caught the light, Bessie
could not resist it. Five yards,
please And the ribbon was cut of
and carried triumphantly to her sisters
home in Brooklyn.
Bessie locked her trunk hastily
after tossing in the roll, the last thing
before retiring. She was to take The
next days boat up to the Hudson
and must get M early start to reach
New York in time. But everything
went wrong in the morning for Bes.
sic oversight herself, and was hurried
with her toilette. The expressmar
called for her luggage, and, as hi:
wagon ratified of, Mrs. Rogers, look
ing after it, said
What is that bit of color on your
trunk ?"
Bessie gazed out of the window and
cried in dismay;
Goodness, Lena, 1t is Charles the.
Tenth pink 1t must be my ribbon
Can | have left an end out p
you surely have" replied Mrs
Rogers. "'Say goodbye to your
treasure. Bess-you never will see i,
again"
"You don't think anyone would be
mean enough to take it :" exclaimed
Bessie, anxiously. "Such a lovely
color, t"
II should expect to have it taken
if had been careless enough to leave
anything 50 pretty hanging from my
trunk replied her sister, severely.
"Never mind ! can open the trunk
OH the boat, aud tuck the ribbon in,
said Bessie.
"1f the expressman dosen't pull i
out first" suggested Mrs. Rogers, con
solingly.
The coupe they had ordered die
not come until late, and then the mar
drove so slowly that Mrs. Rogers
lost all patience. After several in
effectual suggestions that he should
make his horse move faster, she pu
her head out of the window and scold
ed him vigorously. 1t was none toe
soon: for by putting his steed into 6
mild trot, they reached the wharf jus,
as the boat swung of. The plank wa;
again lowered, and with a hasty fare
well to Mrs. Rogers, Bessie EckeI
stepped on board.
Forgetting the trunk with its scrap
of Charles-the.Tenth pink, she ascend
ed to the deck. Finding the arm.
chairs occupied, Bessie advanced tc
u pile of camp.stools, and attempted
to put one in order. Was that wretch.
ed thing bewitched? Bessie struggled
with il in vain the back refused to
be Strengthened, the leg rose in the
air, the seat persisted IN turning the
wrong-side.out. She was about tC
throw it down and take another, when
II quiet "Allow me" sounded in heI
ear, and strong hand took the chair
Strengthened it out with a certain mys
ferrous twist, and placed il for the
young lady III shaded spot.
Fred Emory had seen Bessie
Eckel as she came on board, haC
noticed the sweet backward glanc,
thrown at Mrs. Rogers, the graceful
swiftness of her step as she spran!
across the plank. Nor was the pretty
demurness Of her present Thank you
lost upon him.
"A vely pretty girl" he said Il
himself, as he furtively watched. "a
wish / knew her. How u chat would
enliven this trip "
But Bessie was engrossed with.
book, from which she now and thel
lifted her dark blue eyes to drink il
the beauty of the sparkling river, tn
peaceful villages, and the towering
Palisades, very lovely in their fresl
June garments, and Fred Emor,
could contrive no excuse for address
ing her.
He rose and strolled downstairs
Miss Eckels trunk still stood wher'
it had been hurriedly pushed. Ere,
Emory stopped in his walk.
"That is her trunk" he thought
81 noticed the white canvas covering
when it was brought on board. Ant
there is her name on it, TO be sure
Miss Eckel, Carville, New York."
With a feeling of being better &C
quainted already, the young man sa
down on the trunk and watched IN,