Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-11-30

his own bosom, from volition free,
she seemed borne up, up, far beyond
a doubt, fear or sorrow.
Gladly, how gladly she would
have rested there, but no, with a
quick, spasmodic movement of the
spirit, like to one in pain, she recall
ed her wandering faculties, and
arose to go. AS she did so she made
a move to regain her purse, which
she had laid upon the table.
With the intuition of good breed
ing the doctor had perceived her
purpose, and, with his accustomed
gallantry, presented it to his visitor.
While holding it in his hand he
pressed it lightly with his fingers,
and thereby became fully assured
that it had been emptied of nearly
all it's contents. Why should this
circumstance cause him pain? He
could not tell, but certain it was so,
as she accepted the purse, and
thanked him for the civility with a
sweet smile.
DIR. Carl was scholar in the lore
of human nature. He had studied
the heart, it's various tone and secret
bias, and was convinced, in this in
stance, that some secret cause for
uneasiness was weighing upon the
spirit of his visitor, and with medi-
cal authority sought to probe the
wound he wished to heal.
"Your purse, Miss Montfort, is
somewhat lighter than when you
came in"
Indeed it is, DR.. Carl" and a
laugh of melody yet mingled with
a wild, hooking strain saluted his
ears, such as his office had not heard
in many long day. "You see,'
she said, displaying the contents, as
though in mischief, for the purse
contained only a few silver coins;
"this financial panic has robbed me-
too"
What fool" mentally eiaculat,
ed the doctor, as her lively manner
treasured him, 81 was to have
thought she needed the money"
His soliloquy was suddenly inter
rupted, however, by hearing her
continue, as though in the same
vein of humor, while re-adiusting
the clasp, But always laugh when
the elephant has stamped upon it,
Her tone changed to a serious, al
most mournful one. How can
be other than cheerful when my
dear mother and friends are spared
to me?"
"Ah, it is an easy matter for you
to be gay, who have never known
the want of money!" Intercepted
the doctor, again staggered in his
conclusions from her changing tone
and serious expression.
Eyes; at times | do pine for home
luxuries, but ! have no alternative
but to be as happy and cheerful as
| cam
Miss Montfort," repeated the
physician, II will call and see your
mother occasionally"
evil you? will you, doctor
Oh, | should be so happy"
DR.. Carl had penetrated her secret
Her whole soul had leaped up and
spoken in that wild, despairing
hopeful glance.
As Miss Montford walked quietly
along the street, blaming herself
for her want of self-control, DR.
Carl returned to his Office, and wrap
ping his dressing gown about his
form, threw himself upon the couch
to gain, if possible, a few moments
rest.
He had been engaged in pro-
fessional duties the whole of the
preceding night, and now felt very
much the need of rest. Vain, how
were all his efforts; the soothing
balm of forgetfulness proved rec
reant to his hopes and wishes.
For Miss Montfort was fitting be-
fore him with her mournful,
mirthful, despairing, bewildering
expression. He would fain have
taken her to his heart and unsealed
the fountain of her soul with the
bright beams of love-all impos-
sible.
Her dress was faultless, her Ian
guage pure, her mirth well timed,
and he knew her as the light of a
household wherein he had found a
patient, with an invalid parent and
a darling, pet brother dependent on
her for support. The last know
ledge, however, he had surmised
rather than known from his connec-
ton with the family.
Painfully he had OWNED, not
her cheerful tones,