Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-06-03
AFTER MANY YEARS.

ooCSib Va oh"b Sp'o 'NSlNN's'6 49,
one of my fellow-beings. But dc
say that matters look very suspicious
He was the only one who knew where
l kept that pocket. book, and that
pocket-book has disappeared "
"Shall you go to law about it ?
asked DR.. Dornfield.
"No; ! don't care to 60 to any
such extreme measures as that" said
Mr.. Harrington. "His father and
were old friends, and | should have
supposed Edward Arkwright to bt
the very last person in the world tc
commit such an action as this. No,
shall not go to law"
"Of course, then, you will dismiss
him from you service as copying
clerk :"
Certainly SHALL"
"Then his prospects IN life will be
as utterly ruined as if you had put
him in Jail"
Probably So" said Mr.. Harring
ton, struggling his shoulders "bu
that is the boys look out. He has
made his bed to suit himself, now lei
him lie on it,"
"He is very young" said DR.. Dorm
field, pityingly.
And then he chirruped to Selim
his horse. and drove on to the house
of the next patient, thinking no more
of the human life whose interests were
trembling in the balance.
Dolly Dornfeld was pairing peach
es in the shadow of the gnarled old
apple tree just outside the kitchen
door, where the well-sweep made a
penciled line of shade across the short
green turf, and the tiger-lilies nodded
their imperial heads like so many
turbaned Turks. She was a tall
handsome girl, more like Juno than
zephyr-like Titania in her style and
shape, with an abundance of hair SC
dark that but for the bronze lights
reflected from it here and there, you
would almost have been inclined to
call it black, and eyes of the deepest
softest brown, while her cheeks rival
ed the blooming crimson of the peach
es in her lap.
dolly %
She started, and stopped in the
song she was murmuring softly as she
worked. Edward Arkwright had
stepped from the shadow of the stone
wall beyond into the green area at
her side.
80 ooh, it's you, is tt" said Miss
Dolly, STOPPING to recover the knife
she had just dropped, and beginning
afresh upon the velvetry side of a
great sun-fecked peach.
81 did not know whether you would
speak to me or not" said young Ark
wright, bitterly.
"Why shouldn't l speak to you ?"
said Dolly.
Because people call me a thief"
"Do they?' said Dolly. "Well,
you see, am in the habit Of thinking
for myself"
A sudden light flashed into the
dark Castilian face Of Edward Ark
wright.
I'D lly," he cried. breathlessly, tell
IN, that you don't believe it'll"
Not one word of it," said Dolly,
emphatically, nodding her head. 81
should as soon believe that Mr.. Har.
rington stole his own pocket book, the
cross-grained. odious old wretch ~
Thank you for that, Dolly gasp
ed the young man, advancing hurried
y to her, and pressing his lips to the
dimpled back of one white, peach
stained little hand.
Dolly snatched it away with red
deniDg cheeks and an ominous sparkle
in her eye.
"Mr. Arkwrigbt"
Forgive me, Dolly; but / am
going abroad tomorrow"
us that any reason that you should
kiss my hand r.
dolly, / love YOU" he faltered.
"You have carried my heart dangling
in that same little hand these many
weeks"
"Oh," said the maiden, looking in
tently down at her peaches, "that's
quite another affair. How can l help
that 7"
won't you say that you love me a
little, Dclly2" he pursued, growing
red and white in the intensity of his
emotion. won't you give me a
morsel-the merest crumb-of hope
to live on while / am gomez"
mo, / won't" said Dolly, tossing
her pretty head. "How ridiculous all