Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-07-01

Irischia etoou up On ner tiptoes III
buggy and gazed despairingly up and
down the long avenue; but in vain.
1t was getting late the sun had
disappeared behind the bank of fog
which was drifting in from the ocean,
and of the few vehicles which remain
ed tied before the stores on either side,
not one resembled the one in which
she rightfully belonged.
81 cannot see Uncle Abel or our
horse anywhere" she said, quick
rush of girlish tears coming to her
eyes, as she suddenly felt very small
and weak and helpless and deserted.
HE went to the county clerks office
and thought"
The amusement was all gone out of
the dark eyes now, and they looked
very kindly and compassionately in
deed up into hers.
"If your uncle is Abel Dunstan, l
saw him passing the tannery at least
half an hour ago." he said, land he
told me that he was going to drive
home in hurry, for he forgot to
bring his overcoat and it was growing
chilly very fast"
Priscilla laughed in spite of herself.
"His overcoat is under the seat I" she
said. "He put it there himself; but
he has forgotten me. l am his niece,
Priscilla Blanchard" with faint re-
turn of her society manner" land
apologize most sincerely for my ex.
tremely awkward mistake, but I
haven't the slightest idea," feminine
helplessness in the ascendant again,
"how am going to get home -
ut is too late to take the train"
was the answer, "and Mr.. Dunstan
may not remember you until he is
fairly at home. I am Frank Winter.
every one around here knows me,
and, if you will allow me, it will give
me great pleasure to do my good
friend kind turn, and save him a
long journey back to town tonight.
We shall overtake, or meet him doubt
less, as it was"
What could Priscilla do1 She was
a total stranger in the place and there
was nowhere to wait and no way to
send word. She resigned herself to
circumstances gracefully, and FIVE
minutes later was driving down the
avenue, talking with the pleasant-faced
young fellow beside her quite as
though they were old acquaintances.'..
1t was astonishing how the circum-
stances of their introduction seemed
to have demolished the icy walls of
reserve within which Priscilla usually
entrenched herself when with strang.
ers.
Once or twice of late she had fanci.
ed herself, indeed, growing a little
prim and "old-maidisb," as teachers,
however young, are apt to do alters
few terms experience but to-day
she seemed to have regained her
natural girllsh self. and was so bright
and companionable and merry, that
Frank Winter was absolutely disgust
ed, when. halfway to her house, they
met Abel Dunstan, driving poor Tom
along like a whirlwind.
II knew I'D forgotten something"
said the old gentleman, giving Priscilla
a hug and kiss, as he put her in her
rightful place, which made Frank
strangely envious, "and I thought it
was my overcoat. Much obliged to
you Frank; you've saved me heap
of trouble. Come up and see US
when you can. Priscilla is going to
stay two months with us, and we
should like to make il little lively
for her."
II shall be very glad if" Franks
eyes sought Priscilla's face and rested
there. How pretty she looked with
that flush on her cheeks, and the fair
hair about her forehead, dampened
by the fog, and twisting itself into
lovely rings and ripples
She leaned over and put out her
gray gloved hand.
"You have been very kind" she
said. II shall never forget my little
adventure. Do come !"
II WILL" he said, pressing the
slender fingers a triAe moro warmly
than he really ought. And so they
parted.
Another figure stands upon Frank
Winters veranda now, to bid him
good-by when he las very unfrequent.
ly happens), goes to town without her.
She is not fat, nor red faced nor un-
tidy. Not the prettiest woman In the
world by any means, but fair and
sweet and happy.lookipg; and with
the dark-eyed baby in her arms,
Frank thinks she makes a picture
worth more than anything else in the
world.
They are a very happy couple,