Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1892-08-24
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ing? Methinks it is of something
pleasant, Judging by the smiles that
have been coming and going over
her tell-tale face for the last few
minutes.
Madge looked up with an express
sion ofsurpriSein her soft brown eyes.
"Why, Claire, how long have you
been here? | thought you were
still in the parlor entertaining Mr..
Anstruther. Hasn't someone else
been hearing somethmgnice instead
of thinking it?" with mischevious
smile at Claire.
With slight flush Claire answer
ed: at is always sweet to hear the
praises of one you love; and Ralph
Anstruther would fain win for his
own certain maiden ! know of.
Can you guess who? and the elder
sister bent and kissed the fair young
cheek whose wild-rose pink had
deepened into richer tint as
Claire spoke.
II thought it was you he came to
see, Claire; and I'm sorry if it is
anyone elsc-really and truly sorry
for | don't care for him at all, ex-
cepting us a friend. Claire" with
sudden wonder in her tones, tell
ME why it is that some girls have
to hurt peoples feelings by saying
No. when some other real nice girl
would be awful glad to ray 'lesF "
Then as Claire looked puzzled at
her somewhat involved sentence,
she said, with a laugh that sounded
like chime of sweet bells in her
sisters oar: II mean Claire, that it
isn't fair that should have had
three offers. and--and--"
A thought that perhaps if she
said any more she might wound
Claire, stopped her, and she blushed
and remained silent. For good and
even prett, as was the elder sister,
it was Madge alone who had proved
the attractive one since she had
grown to woman's estate, and-as
Claire's past was a closed leaf to her
she had wondered at it.
Tell me, dear, why are you so
difficult TO suit said Claire. rs
there someone else whom you like
Madge's head dropped, and her
cheeks rivalled the red carnation
she held in her hand. She hesitat-
ed; then with sudden impulse she
went to her sister and hid her face
upon her shoulder, as she murmur-
ed.
"Oh, Claire, do love some one
else, and he does not even think of
me. he is too noble and grand to
stoop to such silly little thing.
But | would willingly die for him"
"Who is it, little sister, Don't
be afraid To tell mo. Your secret
will be safe
But the calm face grew troubled
as Madge whispered a name in her
ear. II was one which had sounded
like sweetest music to her. But a
cloud had come between her and
her handsome young lover--for
Robert Fame was the one whom
Madge had confessed to loving, and
his had been the only voice which
had ever whispered to Claire of love.
And, all, what pang it gave her
now to think that Madge had taken
fancy to the same one, whose
, faithfulness had nearly broken her
own heart. She schooled herself to
answer calmly, but with an intense
earnestness that startled Madge:
"Do you think of that man, little
, sister? He is not one who would
IL
make you happy. He is false and
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prove it, said Madge impulsive.
E ly. IF you cannot, | will not be-
lieve it,"
!; Claire grew very pale. She hest
tated. Then, with determination
: to uproot all fancy for Robert Fame
from her sisters heart, she com.
menced the story Of her own past;
Ten years ago was Just thu
age that you are now, Madge.
was as light-hearted and as merry q
girl as ever sang about the house
while performing her daily duties.
The world was all sunshine to me
and il did not seem as though q
shadow could come across my path
But one did come in the guise OF
what seemed n great happiness. al