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

that love in my heart wherever / go,
until hear that you have given
yourself to some other man."
"You will do nothing of the kind I"
flashed out Dolly Dornfeld. indignant
ly. IL will not allow it,"
"There are some things. Dolly, that
even you have no power to alter"
said young Arkwright, sadly. Good
byep
She heard his footsteps crushin O
down the honey-sweet blossoms of the
white clover. She heard him scale
the messy stone wall through the
tumultuous beatings of her own heart.
And then she sprang up, scattering
the red freight Of peaches right and
left into the grass.
Edward Mr.. Arkwright |" But
it was too late-he was gone.
"No matter" thought Dolly, trying
to still the rebellious quivering of her
upper lip, 81 shall see him at church
this evening. Only wish l hadn't
spoken quite so Grossly to him. OF
course it was very wrong of him to
dare to kiss my hand but then, if he
really is going abroad"
And the chances are, at that relent-
ing moment, that if Mr.. Edward Ark
wright had returned to the shadow of
the old apple tree, he might have
kissed Dolly's pretty, coral-red lips,
and not been chided too severely for
it. But Dolly Dornfeld had let the
fast-rushing tide of opportunity slip
by. She went duly to church, but
she saw nothing more of Edward Ark
wright. And the next she heard he
had gone to that Utopia of the young
and hopeful in this over-crowded, sun
rise side Of the world, out West.
"Well. papa, is there any news p
said Dolly, her usual nightly question,
as she sat down opposite the doctor to
pour out the tea. For DR.. Dornfield
was philosopher after the order OF
DR.. johnson, and much liked the
draught which cheers but not inebri.
ates.
"Why, yes" said the doctor, taking
mighty swallow. "At least, sup
pose you gossips-"
Papa !"
would call it news" went OH the
old gentleman. Harrington has
found his pocket-book."
Dolly fairly jumped to her feet.
"Found it, papa? p
"Or rather it has been returned to
him. 1t was in the pocket of an Office
coat he had sent to the tailor's to have
refined and vamped over generally.
The tailor had a great many other
orders on hand, and somehow mislaid
the coat until yesterday, when he
commenced to rip il up. And there
was the pocket-book unopened"
at was lucky thing that the
tailor was an honest man." said Dolly,
breathlessly.
why, yes, rather so, for young
Arkwright. Poor boy and we all
suspected him wrongfully."
II never did, papa" sparkled out
Dolly.
didn't you. my dear? Well,
then, suppose you give me another
cup of tea, with little less sugar in
this time
Ten years had passed over the
peaceful little village since the tongue
of general rumor was rife with the
story of Edward Arkwright and
Lawyer Harrington's missing pocket
book, before Edward Arkwright came
back again. No longer the slender,
boyish-looking young fellow. strug-
Cling against the intangible shadow of
great suspicion, but portly, beard
ed, handsome man, with the prestige
of wealth, and the title of Judge"
before his name. He had prospered
greatly in the far-of Utopia, and the
world of his boyhood bowed down and
worshiped him accordingly.
81 saw him myself, Dolly" said
Mrs. Jenkinson, talking to Miss
Dornfeld about the all-engrossing
topic For the doctors daughter had
not married, much to the astonish-
ment of all the village, and remained
Miss Dornfield still. "And the Prince
Royal could not look more the gentle
man. And there's party of folks
with him at the hotel from New York
and Chicago, as I've heard tell. and
one Of 'em-Miss Ingoldsby. from
New York-is the lady he's to be
married to-"
"How do you know Dolly asked
rather family.
They say co." answered Mrs.
Jenkinson, satisfied that she had
rendered the best possible authority.
Dolly cried quietly up in her own
room that afternoon, just as the twi-
light was deepening into dark.
81 know have been fool" she