The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1858-06-18
ELHANoR HERL2EET.
BY MRS. CAROLINE oRNE.


The brilliant, yet melancholy glory Of
an Autumn's sunset was weaving itel.
among the ,reos OF grand cd forest,
frightening tic gorgeous hucs u thoir
.o.iago, and bronziug taoir trunks with .
dusky gold. Though the last day Of Octo-
Der, the breeze which was astir was mel
low, almost balpy, yet there were low,
momutul cadcucea IL It's voice, rs Il shook
the scar leave, from the trees, and sent
them rustiiog along the ra.a which lay
along TIC lasraiu u he WoeLs-
4 young girl, who had Tor some ten or
fifteen minutes boca lettering aiong a Ian
which led to the forest stopping now ard
then to gather some wild hover st!ii ul-
llightcd hy the frost, turned aside ere she
had reached It's termination, au assembled
q little sharp hill crowned with sim lie
oak. Irom summit Of this cmiucncc
she could look down on a large old man
sion house, Of Groy stone, about quarter
Of mile distant. The Genital part Of the
structure, which was three stories high,
was fanLcd on other -.le ~ wings Of
such aliaitudc as to lie in Ec .rg with
the architectural proportions o. ,ac main
building. The Aouse itsolf, as W.. az 49,.
around it, bad : homo-liko air, look O.
comfort, which more than made up fer
any lack Of modern cmbcllishucnt.
The countcnancc Of the young Girl VIC
stood on the hill wore a look OF deep sad
ness, for, as she supposed, she was for lie
last time looking on a roof which Lad
sheltered her since carly chi,dhoc@ She
was not handsome; l.is her mirror tod
her every morning, as she ranged the
rich, heavy sIai.,s OF her dclh I.l she
might have been a1arc thai III .er te i
was no 1attcrer, but she had times ~
permitted % sec the beautiful almo a,o.
rious transformation wrought o. hcr ic4-
lures, and indeed, throughout Ler whole
person, by the power OF intellect.
As she stood there on the brow Of tic
hill, leaning against the broad-spread GA
the sunshine skimmering through the
boughs gave the rich braids Of her hair
arranged with simple grace, such lus-
trous brightness, that at little distance a
golden halo seemed to be circ,ing above
her white, still brow At least tls was
the fanciful thought which pl ,en.cd il
self to the mind of young man WHO
without knowing that she was there,
had ascendcd the hill on the opposite side
Though he took some pains to have 4ls
footsteps heard as he advanced towards
her, she was so wrapped in her own SAL
thoughts that he failed in purpose She,
therefore, when he spoke, gave sudden.
nervous start.
"This fine estate should be yours, Miss
Herbert" said he, as if in answer to what
he imagined was passing in her mind
"Why 50, Mr.. Stafford Z" she inquired,
almost instantly recovering her self pos
se5 ion.
"Bccauso your late uncle intended it
should be yours. At least, so it is gener-
ally thought"
:" lie did intend it, at one time, no
doubt"
"For my part, i believe there's a will
in your favor, somewhere in existence
that is, if there's been no foul play"
81 don't believe that my uncle ever
made will in my favor. If he did, it
was at very carly period, and l am GER
tain that h must have subsequently can
celled il.
Artemus Carkley, the son Of your
uncle's half-brothcr, is the heir-in-law, l
believe"
q" IIo is. +"
4" A man, as everybody knows, he hear.
tily disliked."