Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-04-06
AN ELOPEMENT EXTRA0RDIN.
AIRY.

"Good-by, Grace, write me twice II
week, and don't forget that you
have promised to be my wife," and
George Ellsworth, kissing his pretty
fancee at the station as she was
about to leaye for her summer vaca-
ton at Saratoga.
Il shall not forget, George" an
swered Grace Leighton, with soft
flush on her CHECKS and a light in
her dazzling eyes that were not
black yet looked black, and had a
rougish CLEAN in their liquid depths,
land will be real steady too and
not flirt more than | can help
And she shook her pearl handled
fan at the tall, handsome figure
that was regarding her so gravely.
'Oh, cut up all you wish to-" he
said, laughingly. ats your last
season, remember, but keep little
of your heart for me-
"Well, if you are real good and
don't get jealous, perhaps ! may.
Goodbye. will keep you posted"
The next morning the train roll
ed away, and George Ellsworth
could only gaze abstractedly after
the slender white hand that waved
him adieu from the car window.
She's little torment" thought
George as he walked back to his
Office: but she is worth her weight
in gold"
There were some others who
thought so too, for Grace Leighton
was rich as well as a beauty, and
the combination made her valu-
abe prize when won. But she had
given her heart and promised her
hand to the manly young lawyer,
George Ellsworth, and at the COM
ing holiday season they were to be
married, providing the fates were
propitious.
Grace was under the care of IL
maiden aunt who did not think
George Ellsworth quite good enough
for her niece, not that she had any
dislike for the young man in partic-
ular, only that she did not consider
his birth and worldly prospects
equal by any means to those of the
heiress of the wealthy Paul Leigh
ton whose blood went back to Ham,
iltons and De Veres, and had coat
of arms equal to any English mobiles.
She did not say much, but she had
quietly made up her mind that
Grace should not make such pie
bian if she could help it.
She and Grace had not been long
at Saratoga before she singled out
two, from the crowd of admirers
who naturally enough made Miss
Leighton the object of their atten-
tons, either of whom she believed
would make her niece a suitable hus-
band. At any rate, in her opinion,
their birth and position in every
way fitted them to mate with the
heiress of solid million who in
herited a name that had been borne
by English knights in the time of
Ceur de Lion.
Philip Van Ronsonville claimed to
be a Knickerbocker of the present
extraction. His lineage, by his
own saying, rivaled any of the jew
ish genealogies and could be traced
back to old Rip Van Ronsonville,
one of the veritable Rips who built
the tower Of New Amsterdam, in
the days of Wouter Van Twiller,
when bricks brought from Holland
were better than those made from
American clay, and cheese could not
be manufactured from anything
but Dutch milk. The fiercest ri
valry existed between him and
Florian Deloncy.
Young Deloncy was a swell of
equal pretension to Van Ronsonville.
His father was reputed millionaire
who did business on Wall Street.
owned whole blocks in Broadway
and interests in every canal and rail-
road corporation in York State. Of
course his style correspondent with
his putative wealth. He drove the
finest span, sported the showiest d.
Almonds, and wore the most immacu-
late collars and neckties of any,
with the exception of Philip Van
Ronsonville, who somehow or other
always seemed to keep pace with