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

love and wealth gave her a luxurlou:
home. She had no duties in the
home circle. Mrs. Hunt managed
her own household affairs. and being
in perfect health and full of energy
did not call upon Helen for any SER
vice, content to see her happy in hel
own way, careful only to see that hel
way never led her beyond the confines
of womanly propriety.
She went with her to the lectures
on "First Aid TO the Injured )" she
attended the "Woman's Temperance
Mission" the working Woman's
Art Class" the Beauty for the Mass
es" lectures. Wherever Helen's
radiant, lovely face was seen, Mrs
Hunts more matured beauty was also
to be found.
And how Helen worked She gave
weekly lecture to the "Art Glass, y
and hunted up her authorities in the
public libraries, reading all her manu-.
script to Chsuncey. and accepting his
criticism and suggestions, as it seemed
good to her, not with any slavish sub
mission Of the feminine to the mascu,
line intellect. She visited friends for
subscriptions to all her undertakings
she took the correspondence of the
Temperance Mission" into her own
hands, and gave herself no rest.
But for Mrs. Hunt. it is appalling
to imagine the CARDS she would have
assumed in sheer unaffected indiffer-
ence to anything SO trifling as dress
But Mrs. Hunt, in her quiet, gentle
way, saw that she was always ftly
and becomingly attired and Janet,
her maid, was too proud of her young
mistress beauty to neglect its adorn-
ment.
The wedding day was appointed
the calm, rational courtship flowed
on in its even channels. Together
Chauncey and Helen attended to
their various public duties, while Mrs
Hunt superintendent the preparation
of the trousseau, invited the guests
and looked out for suitable board.
ing.house, as Helen refused to listen
to housekeeping.
But one evening. when the wedding
day was but two weeks distant, Chaun.
cey came in an hour too early for the
Missionary Meeting" and after a
hurried word of greeting to Mrs
Hunt, rushed off to Helen who was
calmly copying "Treasurer's Report
in the back parlor.
Helen" he said, 81 have terrible
news for you. Put away your papers
for a moment. Oh" he cried, his
voice quivering show can give
you up? My darling. My darling
No wonder she was startled.
"Give me up" she said, turning
very pale.
81 must, dear. | have lost every
thing! i have nothing left to offer
you, Helen. but the little house and
the hundred pounds year my mother
left. Ny fathers fortune is gone in
the Corn and Oats Bank failure. !
must work now, dear, though | have
no knowledge, heaven help me, of any
money-making art. And my wife
must keep my little house and help
me to live honestly by economy and
housewifely skill"
Helen was close beside him. Her
color had come back to her round
cheek, her eyes were full of soft,
tender glow Chauncey had never seen
before.
81 will still be that wife," she said,
and her voice had no hard ring, but
was gentle and caressing. 81 will
keep your little house, Chauncey, and
help you to live honestly"
"My own, my treasure, | cannot SO
great sacrifice We have played
Indifference, dearest love. but now,
when we must part, let me tell you
once, how love you, my life's bless
ing, my dear!'
You cannot give me up. 1t would
break my heart, Chauncey. cannot
live without your love :"
Pretty well for philosophers, "
thought Mrs. Hunt. II knew their
hearts were in the right place in spite
of their nonsense"
She knitted quietly, listening to
the talk so near her, and now and
again wiping her eyes. After time
they came in to her, making their
confessions as blushingly as if newly
betr0thed.
The wedding came off ut the APP
pointed time, Chauncey having had
an offer of position in large whole
sale business. Not even Helen knew
how much Of the liberal salary came
out Of Mrs. Hunts income, or how
largely her influence with an uncle
controlled the offer. But the same
energy that Chauncey had thrown
into u Cause he threw into his bust
uaas uostor;uO Tho rout;ua Of late,