The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1858-11-05
Harry Romaine was q. the opera. Of

gazcd upon the great songstrcss, he was
startled bv the memories her pale face
called up. Itsee,nof familiar to him Ike
must have seen it before--and Jet he cold
not remember where. Again and again
lie was at the opera, again and again he
gazcd upon the strangely familiar face, till
ono night as She was clcetrifyipg the
whole audience with her passionate rem
dering Of Norma, he recognized that ter.
rible look Of agony, and as by an electric
fash the memory of where he had seen her
came 10 him. Yes he remembered it all
now-the verdant glen in the wildwood
shade aud the fair maiden laving her feet
in the pearly brook. The slight form had
rounded into the fuller beauty of woman
hood, and the chestnut locks were darker
than when lie saw them last. But the
eyes, the deep blue eyes, were the same,
snd as he thought Of them lie remembered
the days Of bong ago, when he sat by her
side and gazed into their clear depths,
reading her whole soul there His con-
science reproached him now for having
neglected her 30 long, and be wondered If
she still remembered those old times, and
would recognized him now. He would
try her at any rate, he thought, and the
next night of her appearance found him
ct the opera, with tiny violet Of precious
stones in his hsnd
She mad finished her last song, and wos
retiring, when among the deluge If bot.
qccts ths: -c-e showered upon her, gar
land Of snov-white roscs, with the glitter.
ing toy attached, fell directly ot her feet.
The curtain fell and concealed her from
view, but in p moment she appeared again
in atsw to the loud callwhich rcsounded
from every part of the house Harry Re.
maine bent forward, and gazed at her ca.
gerly as she sdvanced--yes, there gleam-
ing amid the tresscs Of her beautiful hair,
was the jcvelled flower. 60, she had not
forgottea him; she remembered him ret,
and with a thrill of something like the old
passion g: his henn, hardly knowi his
own purpose FOR doing go, he sought her
behind the scenes.
She SIT alone in her drcssing.room in
IN attitude OF thought, her hands claspca
upon her bosom, and her eyes looking
away into the land OF dreams. She look
ed up at him ss he entered, and rising
slowly greeting him with a languid air.
"Mets, he said, passionately, "why this
cold welcoIner
"N'hy should you expect otherwise2"
said she, looking at him coldly.
why" exclaimcd he, "you wear my
0ower-surely you mean hat to signify
that you have not forgotten ne--that you
will hear mel'
81 have forgotten everything, Dir. Ro.
maine, replied she, excepting that you
arc married man, aa1 that am virtu.
GUS woman. Under these circumstances,
you must see plainly as / do, that it is use
less tor us TO meet
lie mad not thought Of that--he Rad
been impelled by blind instinct to seek
her. Ofwhat avail ifshe would hear him
he was tied to another, and even if he
were not, could he marry an actress IA
public singer? Alas, no
"But why then, did you wear my fow-
er?' he asked, at last
THAT / might tell you once for all"
she said. Take til want it not" and
disengagiug it from her hair, she handed
it 70 him.
lie dashed it passiona;ely to the ground
"Teli me that you love me, Meta" he
exclaimed; "tel me you love me STILL"
"I love nothing" she said, a CLEAN of
triumph flashing from her blue eyes--
nothing except my art. If you think
oI,c lingering ray Of love for you prompt
ed me TO grant you this meeting, Mr.
Romano, you are deceived. l have re-
covered from that little folly long ago
1t was as | said, because wished no lovers
dancing attendance upon ME, and tho't
l would tell you so myself"
All the shaft had hit. She could see
that by the deadly pallor of his face and
the relaxing limbs. She was richly re-
paid for all he Fad made her suffer, her
revenge was ample, and pressing her hands
to her bosom, upon which, close to her
heart, lay golden case the little, wither-
ed violet he had given her long ago, she
left him-left him forever.
Alas for those two young hearts, sever
ed by one fatal mistake. Bitterly now
did Harry Romano lament the accursed
prido which had made him des rt the poor
cottage girl, and hope vaiuly TO find his
happiness in the hollow glare of fashion
able life. From the fatal night when the
consciousness of his mistake forced itself
upon him, ho sought tho vino cup and
the gaming table, and when at last his
high station or his immense wealth could
no longer conccal from the world his de-
gradation. who guessed the terrible sorrow
which had driyon him 70 the brink Of the
procipice from which he bad fallen2 None
nome save one--and though his set
whispered il about among themselves, and
wondered how his haughty relatives could
bear it, yet they never thought that tho
brilliant singer, whose very name was
household word, could reveal aught Of
Harry Ronains's heart history.
"Good morning. Joaes--how Goes the