Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-12-28

Yes, at last there was Louise.
She sprang forward.
"Did she Louis, what is it?"
"I-there, there 60 in!'
Marion obeyed. For a moment
in the semi-darkness she could pre-
ceive nothing but the red CLEAN of
Goals in the BLAZER from whence
arose faint strange perfume. Then
she saw room tented in black,
whose drapery CLEANED and flashed
in a myriad of stars. She was
wondering how they managed it
when she became conscious of a
pair of eyes shining out upon her
from the shadows. As they looked
into hers a sudden terror fell upon
her.
"Come here, lady, softly spoke
the fortuneteller. "Sit on this
hassock, close at my side. Give me
your hand. 1t is cold. 1t trembles.
Fear not! Soon there will be no
more pain. Tomorrow your man
is coming toward you with out
stretched hand-the man with no
band on his hat. He loves you.
Be of good courage"
The voice ceased. The tention
at Marion's heart relaxed. She
could have laughed aloud. A man
with no band OIL his hat! Why,
that might be anyone save Mr.. Lati-
mer. He was too fastidious to ne
glect his dress.
Quietly she arose and passed out.
Madam met her at the door.
"Your friend said | was to tell
you she had gone home with the
babies, and that you must not fail
to CALL"
Marion passed swiftly down the
stairs and FASTENED to the home of
her friend. Why did she leave her?
Something serious must have hap
pened.
Louise met her at the door. Her
eyes were red with weeping.
"Oh, Marion" she exclaimed, as
she drew her friend within the hall,
"pray pardon me for DESERVING you;
but-but-my Charlie, my first
born! She says he will die within
twenty-four hours!'
Marion passed her arm around
her neck and led her to the nursery.
Nonsense, Louise! Look at him
see how round and rosey he is
The guardian angel Of your pocket
book suggested these words as a
warning. Come, Mary" turning to
the apple-cheeked nurse girl, "con-
fess to your mistress what you have
been doing to Charlie. Mrs. San
ford is trying to tell me that he is
sick or dying, or is going to be, or
something"
"Sick or dying, is it? And |
awashing and dressin' and feedin'
and takin' him to air with me own
handsp If yees amt satisfied,
Miss"
"Why Mary, Nary"
"There Louise, | will leave you
now. A storm is coming, and you
may be tempted to blame me for it.
Tomorrow | am going into the
city. | saw the daintiest things in
the way of ruching-ostrich feath-
ers. Shall I bring you a bit of it?
You haven't asked what the Sisters
Three have in store for me. Oh,
what if tomorrow am going to
be as credulOus as-as you, even !!
Frown at me, that is right. To-
morrow night [ will bring the
ruching and repeat to you the aug
ury of your oracle"
"Well," soliloquized Marion, on
the following day, ''here it is five
o'clock, and no young man with a
bandless hat has loomed over the
horizon. Let me look over the list.
Yes, l have everything; ruching,
lace, hairpins. The train isn't due
for twenty minutes. What shall |
do? Bargains! Bargains! Books
at Printers Prices!
"Ah, here is 'Kames' Elements of
Criticism. And she smiled as she
opened the well-known pages
What power was it that dragged
her eyes to the street? "There he
is-and no band on his hat! How
very strange. What shall / do?
If | could only get away! My
heart beats so that | cannot speak.
Dear me, what goose | am-shak-
ing from head to foot! am sure
] shall say something idiotic. |
know l must look so, turning hot
and cold in this imbecile fashion"
swell, Miss Marion" said Mr..
Latimer, as he approached, 81 am