Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1890-11-26
ALPENA WEEKLY ARGUS.
MISCELLANEOUS.
A Thorn Among Roses.

blue STOOD In the uOorWhy, anu hhothei
vision of beauty in spotless white turn
ed away from one last satisfied gaze
into the mirror, to greet her.
"Quite ready, love. But, excuse
me, haven't you just shade too much
rouge, on for daylight, Belle !
Country people talk so much about
such things, you see."
Thanks, awfully." The blue Wis
ions voice was calmly untroubled.
"That isn't rouge, that is exercise.
You must remember have been rid
ing horseback all the afternoon-and
had splendid time too"
mo doubt" The white vison
commonly known as Miss Under
wood smiled sweetly as she came out
into the hall. 81 was invited to join
the party, but it was altogether too
warm, and, besides"
Horseback riding was your forte,
Carrie. There's nothing of the Cen
taur about you, but you miss a most
delightful experience when you miss
such a ride as we had this afternoon"
ut may have been very enjoyable,
but" Miss Underwood put cool
white hand caressingly up to her own
fair cool FACET have at least saved
my complexion. Miss Edwards" in
dicating plump, rosy girl who was
standing in the doorway of the ladies'
entrance, gazing out sentimentally at
nothing, clocks positively blowsy, and
you have been almost as unfortunate
yourself. and that shade of blue seems
to make it particularly noticeable. /
wish you had selected a different toll
cite for tonight, DEAR"
GLOW good of you to care about my
looks" Mrs. Julian gave her COM
panion's arm an affectionate lit lie
squeeze; "Ifevery one was as thought.
full and unselfsh as you, this would
be different world l am sure. But
don't worry over me, darling, / don't
mind little sunburn. and beauty
isn't everything, anyway"
A slender, dark-eyed, handsome
gentleman, who had been captured by
Miss Edwards and held smiling
prisoner for a moment disengaged
himself and approached them with
the courtliest of bows.
owe are late for dinner it SEEMS"
he said gleefully, "but as in numbers
there is strength, l propose that we all
go in together. Miss Underwood has
already yielded to the temptation of
hot soup and deserted you. So pro-
pose that Mrs. Julian and myself
chaperone you two young ladies'"
Mrs. Julian laid her hand upon his
proffered arm with sidewise glance
of triumph in the direction of her
cousin. Truly for to-day her star
was in the ascendant for Mr.. Ellsworth
(the bone of quiet contention among
the ladies at the Grant House for the
present), had singled her out for spec
ial notice and attention, and all the
other ladies particularly her cousin
Carrie) were vexed with her accord
ingly. Miss Underwood, however,
bided her time. Belle might haye
things all her own way 'or the pres.
ent, but there was hereafter. She,
herself, sang and played much better
than Belle, and Mr.. Ellsworth was al
ways glad to turn her music. More
over there was to be dance down in
the camp-ground tonight, and Belle
would not be able to monopolize him
entirely. Therefore Miss Underwood
could afford to smile and treat her
present secondary position as thing
of no moment.
They were a merry party at dinner.
Belle, elated with her small victories
was as bright and sparkling as a glass
of champagne. Carrie was serenely
and sweetly appreciative. Miss Ed
wards was one uncomfortable and
continuous giggle, Mr.. Ellis was the
gayest of cavaliers, and Mrs. Under
wood beamed benignly through her
eyeglasses, and wondered which of the
girls (for Bellies brief married life had
left her girl" still in her motherly
aunt's estimation), Mr.. Ellsworth was
really smitten with.
1t had been late in the season when
Mr.. Ellsworth put in his appearance.
with his sketching outfit, at the Grant
House. Like many other summer
resorts, the little mountain town of
G., although blessed with al
most every thing else necessary to
make it most delightful place in
which to pass the usual country
months" was deplorably deficient in
the masculine element. On Saturday
nights and Sundays the Husbands
train" brought new life and new in
terests into the somewhat monotonous
little town.
The Saturday night HOP" prolong-
ed often into the "sma' hours" of Sum
day morning was something to be re.
membered all through the week to
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