Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1890-05-07

then. Perhaps tomorrow nights en-
try will tell you something Of interest,
by that time, my fate as well as his
may be decided"
As she spoke, Miss Hathaway closed
her book with half smile. locked il
with its secrets securely away from
pryipg eyes, and, with decided yawn,
arose. Again she glanced into the
mirror with look halfinquiring. half
satisfied, nodded her head in perfect
content with herself and her little
world, and began sleepily to remove
the rest Of her ornaments.
HIS SIDE.
Not far away, in another part Of
Carbondale, the cautious young
Scotchman who formed the principal
subject of Miss Hathaway's meditation
that evening entered in a leisurely
manner his own dwelling, after hav.
ing escorted the young lady home.
In absent dreamy fashion, Ned
Mackenzie mounted the stairs and
entered his room, where a bright fire
was still burning in the open CRATE.
He struck match, lighted the lamp,
and changed his coat for comfortable
dressing-gown. His next move was to
throw himself down on couch by the
hearth. He buried his face in the
cushion for an instant, and then, sit
ting bolt upright and running his fin
gers through his hair, exclaimed:
"Flo! How can | wait till tomorrow
night 4! To see you-to fold your
dainty shawl around you once more
Oh, Flo. Suppose something should
happen Suppose you do not love
me, after all No, you do love me-
your eyes have said it !"
Here he sprang up, and, taking a
photograph from its easel ON the man
tel, gazed at it in true love-like fash
ion.
Sitting down and still looking at
the sweet face on the card, he MUIR
INJURED:
miss Hathaway is like you, Flo
was so like you tonight in the dim
light, with that pink shawl around
her. How could help caressing its
soft folds and imagining she was you,
sitting so close 10 me 2 And called
her Flo once Just think of it !!
Ha ba
Thank fortune, it happened to be
her name too, SO probabely she just
thought Inc over-fricndly--or flirting,
perhaps, like herself She is such
vain frivolous creature. Thank good
ness you are not like her, my love, ex-
ccpt in her glorious eyes and we'll
shaped head.
"She hatters herself that she made
conquest Of Fred tonight; but she
should have heard what he said to
Miss Burns on the veranda AS they
came in. was smoking-and think
Of you, Flo-and they didn't see me.
She said he must not pay her amy at
tention this evening" for people might
begin to suspect'-they are engaged,
as every shrewd person was long ago
certain-but to devote himself to
Miss Hathaway, and so on. Blind MS
bats Ha ha
eyes, that vain foolish girl imagin.
ed that Fred admired her, when he
was 80 agreeable to her at Miss Burns
request. She really thought, | believe
that she had made conquest of him.
Possibly she may have thought the
same about me when | looked at her.
l looked at her shawl so tenderly and
handled it so reverently, not because
it was hers, but because il reminded
me of another shawl worn by another
girl-my own Flo, whom | shall soon
see ~
For few moments, he fell into a
reverie about the original Of the trea-
sured picture, gazing dreamily into
the fire and forgetting the lateness of
the hour, the events of the past eve
ming, and everything else but the dear
absent one.
The sudden fal ling of coal reused
him from these blissful dreams to
commonplace things. AS he remen-
bered the smiles and graces of his
companion of the evening, a slight
frown crossed his brow, changing his
expression. "But Miss Hathaway
his face darkened, and he jerked at
his collar as if il had offended him
"she worries me out of all patience
she has that unpleasant faculty Of
dragging everybody's skeletons out Of
their closets and making them dance
for her special amusement she turns
every remark into personal compli-
ment she-but, psbaw! what differ.
ence docs il make to me, when ! will
never drive with her again, when /
shall see my own Flo in twenty-four
hours, and fold the real pink shawl
and its owner TO my impatient heart ?"