Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-04-06

Iheres another thing, too. 1t
is best for ALL" she said, "You must
let me 60 to ride tomorrow with
Mr.. Deloncey, and you mustn't be
jealous"
But"
III shall not 60 with you, then"
DO as you wish. / will be con-
tent"
He already imagined himself the
possessor Of Miss Leighton's for
tune, and could not repress the smile
of satisfaction on his lips as he drove
up to the hotel.
On the broad piazza that evening
he came face to face with Florian
Deloncey. His first thought was to
state to his rival his good fortune,
butamomentary reflection convinced
him of the foolishness of such a
course; so with light bow and a
chuckle he passed on.
The intervening time was passed
by Philip Van Ronsonville in fever
of impotence, and when the auspic-
ious night arrived, he was at the spot
assigned at the very instant of time
disguised as instructed, and with all
the anxiety of lover, waiting for
his companion to appear.
He had not to wait. Presently a
carriage drove up and halted opposite
him. Philips heart jumped into
his throat; his love had not dis
appointed him. The coachman
dismounted and opened the door.
Without speaking word, Philip
stepped within, and was soon whirl-
ed rapidly away.
1t was dark in the carriage, but
Van Ronsonville could distinguish
through the gloom the outlines of
a figure with a masked face. His
heart throbbed wildly, and he could
scarcely restrain himself from clasp
ing the beloved presence in his arms
and giving utterance to storm Of
tender eloquence. He remembered
his promise, however, and by an
effort Of will refrained, though his
capacity for so doing grew moment
arily less. Just as he was on the
point of giving out, deep bass voice
broke the silence with this passion.
ate exclamation:
dearest Gracew
Philip sprung to his feet in amaz
ement, clutching frantically at hi
shirt collar:
dearest devilw he screamed
"Who are you and what in thundel
are you here forp"
"And who in the fiend's name ar,
youP" exclaimed the other.
"Florian Deloncy! by all that's
maddening," yelled Philip.
philip Van Ronsonville! by al
that's devilsh," roared Florian.
Contemplate wretch, you shall
pay for this trick" shrieked Philip
almost beside himself with rage.
"Come on, villain! low lived
Dutchman, you deserve to die" re.
turned Florian, springing forward
and attacking his rival with the
ferocity of tiger.
Even towards will fight desperate
ly when driven to it, and the two
maddened men chung to each other
like death. Neckties were dislocat-
ed, hat crowns battered, shirt bosoms
rumpled, and even the carriage win
dows werein imminentdanger. The
uproar frightened the driver, who
stopped and called thepolice. After a
struggle the combatants were dragg-
ed out and summarily marched off
to the station, where they were left
to reflect over their discontinue.
At that very hour Grace Leighton
was in the parlor of her hotel with
George Ellsworth, who had arrived
that evening to be present at the
masquerade ball. She was in fancy
dress, and both were laughing i'm
moderately at something the lady
was relating.
II tell you, George, this masquer-
ade is a dull affair to the one they
are attending. Imagine the surprise
of the stupid ounces when the de-
movement ensues. | don't know
which will exhibit the most ANNA
ton when they discover the SELL"
"Iwould give a fortune to be pres
ent," he said; "but | hardly see how
you could arrange it so nicely.
They must have been deeply smitten
not to discern the hook under the
bait. How was it, Grace?"
'Deeply smitten with my money
bags, you mean," exclaimed the girl.
THAT was all they cared for assure
you. l have told you what a plan
] arranged with Van Ronsonville.
Oh, he will pull that big blonde