Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1890-05-07
Two Sides to One Story.
HER SIDE.


HER SIDE.
Florence Hathaway closed the hall
door softly, bolted and locked it, and
then sped up the stairs to her own
coy room.
The first thing she did when there,
was to turn up the lamp to its full
height and view herself earnestly in
the tall mirror.
Pulling the filmy shawl around her
throat, she calculated: "Very becom-
ing" and proceeded to divest herself
of the street-accompaniments to a
party toilette.
Then came another long survey
which seemed equally satisfactory, as
the glass reflected serene smile.
Seating herself beneath the shaded
lamp, she glanced at her watch, un-
fastened bracelet, yawned, and, tax
ing her journal from drawer near
by, wrote az follows:
Have just returned from Cora De
Longs euchre-party, and had much
pleasanter evening than ! could have
expected to spend there. What a jolly
old world this is, occasionally! Some
way, | never can win at euchre, unless
my partner is good player. But I
managed to secure Mr.. Danforth this
time, in spite of Nell Burns and he
can't be beaten.
He did all the playing tonight,
while | carried Oh brisk little Airta-
tion with Fred Webster. He thinks
he can captivate any girl in Carbon
dale but he is under water himself
this time, or I'm mistaken. was un-
usually gracious and he seemed costa
tically happy. Cora tried to make
me think, yesterday, that he and Nell
Burns were engaged but that is all
nonsense, as anyone could SEE by his
devotion to me tonight. Nv opinion
is that there has been something be-
tween them but Fred is attached
elsewhere and she is consumed BY
jealousy, because watched her close.
ly to-night--and ! am uncommonly
quick to observe such things--and,
though she seemed to be trying to ell
terrain Mr.. Danforth, her eyes were
frequently wandering in our direction.
Some girls think they are so shrewd.
81 wore my cream-colored nuns.
veiling-aDd looked bewitching. if !
do say it. Ned Mackenzie was my es-
cort, and it was fairly absurd to see
him holding my pink zephyr shawl
when we were making our adieus.
"He smoothed it, wrinkled it up,
folded it, and even smiled at it-like
the foolish fellow he is. Just between
you and me and this pen holder, my
dear journal, Ned is desperately in
love, ant came very near proposing
tonight.
1--WE were driving home from the
party, in the dim starlig ht-and long
drive it is, tor, plenty long enough for
all sorts of sentimentalizing on his part
and he certainly took advantage Of
his opportunity.
Gas we drove very slowly, he watch
ed pe in that earnest searching way
of his, scarcely taking his eyes from
my face, except once, when he gazed
vacantly into the trecs-and the flu
ture, ! imagine and sighed like No.
vember.
II concluded I'D help him along
little, so ] asked which lot would be
the more miserable; to be married
above ones station in every respect or
beneath it,. 1t seemed to confuse him
for minute but he only said l must
ask him something easier, as he was
inexperienced rs yet, and so on
ut was SO vcxing! He is as eau.
tious as he is Scotch, and dosen't lead
on particle. Perhaps haven't en-
couraged him enough.
"Oncc | allowed my wrap to fall of,
and, when he went to draw il around
me, he did it with real love.like tend.
erness, and let his arm linger unnec-
essarily long among its folds. Then
he called me 'Flo'-everyone else says
'Florence'-and said something about
he hoped tomorrow night would be
as lovely as'-caught himself, and
looked quite embarrassed for minute.
Psbaw don't see through il? He'll
be here tomorrow night, my journal,
and III tell you exactly how he pro-
poses.
at will be so funny to refer to when
we are old people, sitting around our
coy hearth. can't say I love him
but then l don't love anybody else,
and he is as good a match as can
find in Carbonate. Besides, We will
make such a fne-looking couple
which IL, after all, quite "A consideration.
Fred Webster, in spite Of his self-con-