Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-09-21

for such sensible young woman.
Then he discovered that all her
sewing was white, and he suggest
ed that most likely she was getting
ready to join her husband in South
America; it was so hot there that
every one had to wear white all the
time.
We women all began to talk
spring bonnets, and Mrs. Smith left
the room. She suddenly remem-
bered that she had left something
in the oven. 80 "'
lin r-n, = loconclled to the sew
ing, but he found other things to
worry him. He elected himself a
bulletin committee of one, and
made frequent reports. When
there were no facts, he gave us the
benefit Of his speculations.
One day he announced that he
guessed Over-the-Way would begin
to pack up before long; she had
pretty much finished her sewing,
He could see that she was just
puttering and putting in fancy
stitches.
Another time, he said he was
afraid that Over-the-Way was i'll;
there was light in the bay-window
when he got home at four o'clock
that morning.
A few mornings after that there
was news. We women all knew
it long before breakfast-time, and
John Berry and the other men
were told by Mrs. Smith when
they came down. The bulletin
committee was a little late, and we
were all at breakfast when he APP.
peared.
The moment he entered the room,
he said he was sure that Overtime
way was i'll; when he got home,
everything was ablaze with light,
and there was a doctors phaeton
in front of the house. We could
see for ourselves that the bay
window shades were down.
"Umph!" said Mrs. Smith. SIS
that all you have to tell us?"
"Why, what's happened?"
"Over-the-W has visitor"
$50 he's back at last is he?
Well, it's time
IL wish her husband was here;
it's dear little girl"
"Good Lord!" said jim.
Nobody laughed right then, but
minute later, when Miss Elliott
made one of her vivacious remarks,
everybody roared except jim.
Even John Berry and Elizabeth
Hawkins, who were looking power
fully glum, had to laugh. Things
get out so III clearinghouse.
We all knew that he had proposed
and she had said no.
Just as we were getting through
breakfast, John Berry gave groan
at the window, and turned to us
with his face working and his lips
trembling. He couldn't speak /;
just pointed across the street.
Old Aunt Amanda was tying a
long stremner of white Grape to the
doorbell. ift.
"Over-the-Way's dead" said some
one, in strained whisper.
whites for little children" said
Mrs. Smith. Its Over-the- Ways
little baby! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
and the good woman burst out sob
bing.
None Of us were much better
off, for that matter.
SO it happened that then we made
our first call across the street. John
Berry and Mrs. Smith went. Mrs.
Smith went in, but John paced up
and down in front of the house.
Elizabeth Hawkins never took her
eyes off him. She was as pale as u
ghost, and yet she didn't look ex-
actly unhappy either.
BY and by they came back. As
soon as they came in, John took out
roll of money and dropped u bill
in his hat.
Flowers said he, and looked
around as much as to ask if any
body wanted to follow suit.
We all put in something. Eliza
beth Hawkins put in dollar. |
knew she had saved it to buy some
Sunday gloves. 80
After John had gone out, Mrs.
Smith told us how she had talked