The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1858-06-25


that you are saying about fine, sir 2"
The prOmpter muttered and bowed
Bah Bah What's the damage. -
Then, without waiting for a reply, dain-
tily drawing a sovereign from his vest,
'Will that pay it? If it will, take your
self off, and don't annoy lady with your
impertinence
Let me beg your lordship will you
put up your purse. | am not in the habit
of receiving favors from strangers, said
the girl
"Stwangers nav nav nav don't
be cwuel, my deawest cweature Pom my
life, its enough to beweak fellows heart,
when you know that am waiting to twow
my whole fortune at youw feet. / am
weally suwpwised that you pwcfer to We
main in this detestable position, when
ewewy happiness that wealth and love can
command wait youaw acceptance"
"My lord" said the girl proudly,
there can be no happiness for me, ex-
cept associated with virtue !"
"Now my deaw cwcatauw,' began the
peer; but by this time Miss Odell was
preparing to take her place in the ballet.
The young man still kept lowering near
her, Cone word, Miss Odell' o.
Have the goodness to make way, my
lord" said she
Then honaw me by paying the fine
out OF this, my deawest cweatuaw! You
don't know how happy you will pewmit
me to contribute in the smallest way to
yOuaw comfawt. Do-pray do" and, as
he spoke, he pressed into her hand heavy
purse. Why was it for a moment she
tightly clasped it, and a sparkle came into
her eyes? The next, the light went out
her lips turned white; and as a cold
shudder passed through her frame, she
coldly put it back into the donors hand. "
Let me pass, my lord, or-or | shall
think that you, too, combine with others
to insult me -
The young man nobleman stepped
promptly back. The path opened, and in
moment the ballet sprang upon the
stage, and the young girl with her COM
panions, enwreathed in smiles, were dan
cing gaily before an applauding audience.
On-on, through the wind and rain
on through the sleet and mud, tramped
s..o -,snz. ,l.liosst, gid. AiS.so-aione,
in the walk through the dreary suburb,
past the dangerous haunts of drunkenness
and vice, shivering with cold, with ter
ror, and with weakness, as every sound
scared her, as every footstep approached
her-now trembling at the loneliness Of
the long, dismal street, that seemed so in
tcrminable-now springing like startled
fawn from some intoxicated wretch reel
ing stupidity home and more, ten thou
sand times more, afrighted by the ap-
proach of those bonnetless lost ones who
roam shamelessly through our streets,
rendering night hideous by their profane
bacchanalan Origes. On, on-now steal
ing softly, breathlessy = now, with a
quick and hasty step, that gradually in
crcases to flight, the New Road is gain
ed. Her home is still far distant. Now
in solemn square, she returns the grufT
"good night" of the policeman-now ag-
ilely eludeS the rude grasp of a man, who,
unpreceiyed, had been dodging on her
footsteps. At last, in the dim distance,
she descries shadowy figure tottcring
towards her. 1t is her mother, worn with
watching, coming to meet her; and, with
sigh of relief, the girl arouses all her
remaining strength, and springs alertly
forward but, as she gains her mothers
side, she SINKS sobbing into the maternal
arms.
"My child my child !" exclaimed the
II Iol ,-1o4
three in store for us ?"
"This is the last week of the panto.
mime," said Clara, "and [ fear it will
be almost impossible for me, at present,
to obtain another situation"
Morning broke, and found Clara kneel-
ing by dead fathers SIDE the vow she
registered there was heard in heaven, and
chronicled by angels in the Book of Life.
Nothing can tempt me now," she
exclaimed; 4" for the sacrifice that might
have been an act of piety, would hence
forth be sin"
Think ever thus. my child" said the
weeping mother, as she fondly embraced
her, "and | shall have no fears for the
future"
Have none, mother! We can work,
can We not 2"
g" Hand in hand, my child, to the
death"
And win, mother-or die, and be
like him, at peace"
There was great attraction at Drury
Lane; for new tragedy had been an
nounced-author's name unknown; but
by the interest that had been evinced in
nigh quarters, was coniectured that il
came from noble source. There was to
be iirst appearance also, in the lady who
was to be the heroine. There was a mys-
terry about her and the piece, that neither
critics nor acters could solve She came
plainly dressed in deep mourning, closely
veiled. She was always accompanied by
a widow lady, supposed to be her mother
out as neither seemed to have any ac-