Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1891-04-15
UNDER DIFFERENT ASPECTS.

IF there is anything does make me
fairly sick, it is to see women who
gave fair promise of developing a
noble intellect, dropping down to
mere domestic idiots the moment they
are under the control of man."
Miss Helen Ferguson's fnely-chis-
elled nose and daintily-curved lips en-
ecuted superb sheer, and Mrs. Hunt
who was knitting socks for newly
arrived member of the great human
family, looked up with smile.
"Some must see to the domestic af-
fairs, Helen" she said. quietly. while
others attend to their great public
duties"
ooh, il is very well for you to
laugh at me, aunt Lizzie" Helen said,
"but the fact remains that there are
plenty Of women of average intelli.
gence quite capable of making pud-
dings and attending to domestic af-
fairs. But when a woman like ANA
bel Lowry can sit for one mortal hour
saying 'cutchey cou' and 'didsy widsy'
to little pink idiot of six weeks, l
am Disguised"
"Oh, you have been to see Amabel,"
said Mrs. Hunt. do you think these
socks will fit her baby I"
II am sure cannot tell | did
not examine the proportions of that
interesting young mans feet" said
Helen loftily.
a soft, little laugh from her aunt
answered her.
Your time will come, dear" she
said.
"Never! Chauncey does not ex-
pect it. He understands that mar
riage between us is union of souls
devoted to lofty aims. Of minds eager
to obtain and utilize knowledge, and
he will never expect me to sink down
to mere domestic drudge"
"How about hearts in that union
you speak Off" asked Mrs. Hunt.
Rubbish !" said Miss Helen. 1--WE
are not pair of love-sick idiots"
She sailed out of the room as she
spoke, her head well up, chin out, and
shoulders set back squarely. A
gaunt, raw-boned old maid Of forty .
Not bit of it. A delicious m alden
of nineteen, not too tall, gracefully
slender, but well rounded, with a
beautiful face, large, liquid-brown
eyes. profusion of chestnut hair, and
dimples that were simply distracting.
A Girton girl, who had graduated
with such honor as proved that the
lovely head held brains above the
average capacity. Mrs. Hunt laugh
cd again when she was alone.
what dear, absurd darling she
is" she thought. And Chauncey is
Just the match for her"
This was fortunate, rs Chauncey
Brown was the promised husband of
Helen Ferguson. He was al enthu.
siast. Having unfortunately inherit.
ed large fortune, he had no need to
exert really fine mind, a well-culti.
waited intellect, in any useful channel,
and he took up various aud sundry
causes" and threw his whole soul in.
to them while the fever lasted.
Absolutely devoted to each other,
this original pair Of lovers prided
themselves upon philosophical con-
tempt Of any such nonsense as love.
Not once in their dignifed counting
had Chauncey Brown descended to a
compliment; not once had he given
Helen caress beyond a regulation
kiss at meeting and parting-a kiss
so strictly conventional that they
would have exchanged it with as
much GOODNESS in crowded ballroom
as in the privacy Of Mrs. Hunts cosy
parlor.
They never talked of their future
home, of the power Of love and hap
piness that makes the Eden of most
loye-dreams. They conyersed upon
loftier topics-their work together
the noble aims they we're to pursue
band.in.hand, the studies for their
leisure hours, the philanthropic
schemes they were to make realities
1t was really bewildering to listen
and TO look to hear such lofty senti.