Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-03-04

train steamed away from the other.
Christine looked up and down tn
platform. Most Of the passenger
had already started forth in differen
directions but one man stood there
glancing up and down the road, will
valise in his hand. a folded newspaper
protruding from his coat pocket.
Chrissy hesitated what to do; ther
she rose to the emergency.
"Hallo !" she cried in, a sweet
high pitched soprano voice. "Ar'
you the gentleman from the city-th'
new boarder 7"
He advanced with rather puzzled
countenance.
"Yes," said he. d"
ave come to drive you to the cot
tage," said Christine Blessington
Jump in, please Where's your
boxi There's room for it behind"
my portmanteau is to be sent by
the carrier. But"
"Ob, very well !" said Chrissy. "Bt
quick, please-the horse won't stand !
The stranger cast an amusing
glance towards old jerks, who certain
ly looked as little like a runaway
steed as could be imagined. as he
stood there, meekly balanced on three
legs with his head hanging down.
"And who are you :" said he
pleasantly. Zone of the family?"
ooh, I'm Chrissy-the youngest
girl you know" exclaimed she.
"The youngest, ehf Are there
many of you ?" Chrissy eyed him
with sidelong glance.
"He's curious about u.s." thought
she. "Well, that natural"
And she answered complacently
swell, there's Georgia-she's twenty
two. And she's engaged to an officer
in the army, although she thinks
don't know it. And Kate is twenty,
and she's going to set her cap for the
new principal of the school. At least
she says so. She's tired of making
over old gowns, and dyeing old ribbon
and keeping genteel boarders. Idon't
envy the principal of the school,
Chrissy added, giving old jerks an
admonitory touch with the whip, as
he showed an undue inclination to
sidle towards the entrance of Bowery-
lane. kate has got an awful temp
er. She few into passion and box
ed my ears Just before l started"
"Boxed your ears !" repeated the
stranger, reprcssing strong inclina.
ton to laugh. "Why. how old are
you ?"
"I'm fifteen and half" said Chris
sy, almost wishing she had not told
the incident, as the crimson flush rose
up to the very roots other hair. "And
she oughtn't to treat me like child
! wish she would get married and 60
away. I should be a deal happier
without her. Oh, oh there comes q
load of barrels! Old jerks is awful
ly afraid of load of barrels. He al
ways SHES when he sees one."
"Let me take the reins," suggested
the stranger.
And presently Under his charge,
old jerks, who, to do him Justice, had
evinced no particular emotion of any
sort, was engineered safely past the
fearful object.
And then Chrissy pointed out the
various localities to him, told him
about the ghost that was said to walk
in old Squire Harris deserted house,
showed him the place where fox
was caught in the spring, and confided
to him where to 90 if he wanted to
find the finest nutting copses Of the
vicinity.
And while she was enlarging on
these subjects, old jerks stopped
sleepily at the front gate of the pretty
Blessington cottage.
All the Moorfield heads we're at
the window-Mrs. Moor6eld, Jean.
nette Moorfeld, Susanna Moorfield,
and the married Miss Moorfield, whose
present name was Mrs. Josiah Stubs.
"Bless me p said Mrs. Stubs in a
stage whisper, what very genteel
young man !"
cts the city boarder," explained
Mrs Blessington, between the twinges.
of her neuralgia. doctor Buffer rec
commended here for pure country air.
He's just up from malaria fever, and
needs change, and Buffer--dear, good
how we were situated,
and knew that we had nice front
room to spare"
"Humph y commented Mrs. Stubs.
HE don't look much like a sick
man y
While Kate ran out to open the
door, all smiles and freshly-tied pink
ribbons.
"Is it Mr.. Dorrace ?" said she. II
am Miss Blessington"-with her most
engaging air of welcome. "Please
walk in hope you haven't been
very much tired by the Journey"