The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1858-08-06

BLANKS,


lands to which my dreams had long
since gone before me, and to which L now
turned my eyes with reawakening aspir
ations. A new glory arose upon my life,
in the light Of which Margaret became
fading star. 1t was so much easier than
/ had thought to give her un, 70 part from
her found that ] could forget her, in
the excitement @: fresh and novel exper-
ience; while she-could she forget me {?
When lovers part, happy is he who goes
alas for the one he has left behind
81" One day as was busy with the books
which | was 10 take with me, small
package was handed in | need not tell you
that | experienced a thrill, when ! saw
Nlargaret's handwriting upon the wrapper,
| tore it open,-and what think you !
found? Ny glove Nothing else /
smiled bitterly, to see how neatly she had
mended it; then | sighed then ! said,
1t is finished = and tossed the glove dis
dainfully into my trunk,
On the day before that fixed for the
sailing Of the steamer, made farewell calls
upon my friends, among others, upon
Margaret. But, through the perycrsity
of pride and will, did not 60 alone,-I
took with me Joseph, mutual acquaint-
ance, who was to be my compogaon IL
cQyoge | felt some misgiyings, TO see
how Margaret had changed she was 50
sottened, and SO pale,
"The interview was a painfal one, and
| cut it short. As we were going out, she
gently detained me, and said -
i" Did you recciye-your glove 2
"'Oh, yes, / said, and thanked her fol
mcnding it.
"' And is this all-alyou have to say?
she asked
a. have nothing more to say except
goodbye
"No,-it is us less to talk Of the past,
Margaret; aud the futurc-may you be
happy -Goodbyc"
9 thought she would speak; I could
not believe she would let me 90 ; but she
did bore up we'll until night. Then
came a rcyulsion | walked three times
past the house, wofuliy, tempted, my love
and my will at cruel warefarc; but | did
not 80 in. At midnight | saw the light
in her room cxtinguishcd; knew she
had retired, but whether to sleep, or weep
or pray-how could | tell / went home,
| did not close my syea .tlhat -.yHiiiseht, .,,l
such a night.
"Thc steamer was to sail at ten. The
bustle,,of cmbarkation; strange scenes and
strange faces parting from friends; the
ringing Of the bell last adieus, some
who were to 90 with us, hurrying abroad,
others, who wee to stay behind as hastily
going ashore; the Withdrawal Of the
plank sad sight to many eyes casting
off the lines, the steamer swinging heavily
around, the rushing, irregular motion of
the great, slow paddles; the waving Of
handkcrchiefs from the decks, and the
responsive signals from the lining of the
wharf; off at ast,-thc faces Of friends,
the crowd the piers, and, lastly, the city
itself, fadingfrom sight; the dash Of spray,
the freshening breeze, the novel sight of
our little world detaching itself and float
ing away; the feeling that America was
past, and Europe was next all this filled
my mind with animation and excitement
which shut out the thoughts of Marg. ret,
Could have looked with clairvoyaut yision,
and beheld her then, locked in her cham.
ber should have been so happy? Oh,
what fools vanity and pride makes of us! !
Even then, with my heart high-strung
with hope and courage, had ] known tho
truth, | should have abandoned my friends,
the VOYAGE, and Europe, and returned III :
the pilot boat, to find something more
precious than all the continents and coun-
l.ies of the globe, in the love of the heart
which / was carclcssly away
Here Westwood took breath. The sun
was now almost set. The prairie was still
and cool; the shadows of the green aud
lowered undulations filled the hollow, like
Il rising tide; the bcadland seen so far and
small was growing gradually large aud
near; and the horses moved at 4 quicker
pace. Westwood lighted his cigar drew
few whifi, and proceeded.
(To be concluded next week.