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

the dye into which her spirits had
fallen was so somber in hue that
you could not have told it from
black.
An hour ago she had felt herself
to be perched at very respectable
height indeed on the ladder of her
own esteem, as well as that of the
public; but the last rung which
her happy feet had gained-and the
most highly prized-had given
away. And once started, the weight
of so great blow, multiplied by an
ever increasing velocity, made the
intervening rungs, superior as they
were in material and finish, seem
little more than pipe stems to stay
her in her descent to that vat OF
blue dye in which the ladder of
every mothers son of us seems to
be set.
An hour before, as in fancy she
sat on the topmost rung of content
she felt that none of the fair fruit
spread so temptingly near was for.
hidden her; but Richard Latimel
had passed with Miss Eaton, 1.-THE
daughter of President Eaton, of Be.
lott College," as the village papers
had proudly announced, and from
the tree tops down came girl and
fancy and all.
Yes, Grace Eaton would add new
lustre to the Latimer name; for
Richard to marry the daughter of q
college president would indeed be d
feather in the ambitious cap OF
Madam Latimer. For two long
years had she loyed this man, and
not once, but score of times, had
the whole sky flashed into light
with the conviction that he loved
her-loved her. Why matters
stood in this unhappy state of doubt
she felt was more than half due to
her own craven spirits. Talents,
honorable descent, a fair face, in
the crucible Of love seem but dross.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Marion, as
she turned from the lace hung
windows of her pretty room. eff |
once get over this there will be
nothing left in life for me to suffer.
The fates are wasting no opportun-
ity to find out of what kind of stuff
| am made. Talk about cross bear
ing! If any one knows of new
style in crosses wish he would put
it upon exhibition. This smiling at
grief is miserable business. Yet to
be Patience OIL monument is easy
enough, for ready-made smile is
all that is required. But to get out
of your niche and waken up to re-
ligion, recipes and the last reception,
when your heart Is flaming sea of
jealousy, is not so easy. Oh, there
goes the bell! | do wish people
would let me alone. 1t is socials
and missions and church day and
night. There is not a heather in
Christendom-I mean in Tekeekoc-
long-who would change places
with me if he knew what he were
about. This morning | read that
love sought is good, but given un-
sought is better. Well, that is the
dismal proof of my title to a large
heart and little happiness. Yes,
there they come up the steps. l
wish--what cross, wicked girl l
am! Oh! Louise, is it you?"
YES" said that young woman,
it seems to be. But still, if tortur-
ing doubts disturb your peaceful
bosom, l will let nurse bring in the
babies to identify me. No, do not
tempt me with that cushioned chair.
Miss Williams is here for three
days only the morning Herald
said"
"Who is Miss Williamsp" An
other Light Of Asia or Darkest
Africa freak?"
IF you aren't the slowest! Who
cares for sofa pillows? Let it lie
on the floor. Miss Williams, the
fortune teller!'
"Oh, yes, | remember-the one
who told you year ago that you
would wed a golden-locked young
man within a year if a wicked-eyed
brunette did not entice him away;
and remember into what a tower
ing rage she few when you mem
toned George and the babies. She
felt from the first you had come to
mock at her. The presence Of un-
believers always so clouded her Wis.,
ion that she could read nothing
with certainty; And"
Pardon me, Marion, if | inter-
rupt; you must stop talking some
where if we start before midnight.
Will you kindly permit me to men,
ton that Misl Williams AZ not 9zt