The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1858-01-14
THE WAY SIZE WON HIM.
AN DER TRUE TALE.

AN u Ell TRUE TALE.
, A young girl from the window of ;
pleasant country parlor was chatting will
fine looking man, some ten years hel
senior, who stood among the flowers be
low, pelting her with rose buds glitterins
with dew.
"Stop, stop, Mr. Mansfield" she said
as she twined a handful of flowers in hel
dark curls
"What was that you asked me- l cod
not hear wei"
"Only to describe your beau ideal tc
me SO | may know him if we ever meet,
he said desisting from his sport leaning
on one arm upon the window sill, and
gazing into her animated face with 4
smile.
ooh that's easily done. lie must be
young and handsome"
"That Of course, or how could he as
pire to the love of the charming Marion
Cliff" rejoined her companion with gal
liant bow.
Z" A truce to compliments, pray you
sir Young and handsome-so much on
gencrality-now I'll decend to particu-
lars. He must be about twenty-five
slender and finely formed-graceful in
his movements and courteous in his man
ner - and let me see, what comes
next"
" Features, Marion, eyes, hair, mouth,
and all ct ceteraS"
Thank you, his features should be
Grecian, his forehead high, broad and
white; his eyes and hair the same hue
and that beautiful brown-a brown,
dark in the shadow, and light in the
sun"
" Something like mine, eh, Marion !?
You needn't pout or lift your hand to hit
me. But to speak seriously, didn't you
mean me, when we were talking? If so,
just say the word, and your ideal will be
devinely real, as the poet says"
Don't be foolish, Louis" she replied.
"Go look in the glass at your Roman
face, black hair, whiskers and eyes, and
see if the description suits No, | have
no desire to break my friend Jenny's
heart by stealing away her wise cole
gian.
That name silences me-" said the
student with an embarrassed laugh
" But if am not The lucky individual |
KNOW -, -+ry
that he is within twenty feet Of you and
coming nearer every moment.
Marion's eyes followed his as they
looked down the orchard path, and saw a
gentleman coming slowly toward the
house, reading intently from small vol
ume in his hand. Setting the roses a
little more becomingly in her curls, (for
she was born coquette,) she whispered
=" Your college chum, Clinton, is it not
The party of last night deprived me of the
pleasure Of seeing hin"
-" Yes, We were late, and he too tired to
so with me into the rooms, or | should
have introduced him then But this
time is still better. The plain pink morn
ING dress and rose buds, become you won
derfully my belle cousin
"Flattcry !" She laid her white and
jewelled hand caressingly upon his shoul-
der and turned her graceful head within
the room as if i'll search of something
There was policy in the coquettc's last
movement and this was that sudden
glimpse Of her glorious beauty might daz-
zle and astonish the student.
Thus admonishcd, the apparently un-
conscious girl turned and raised her large
and beautiful eyes to his face. A rapid
glance convinced her cousins assertion -
1t was face much like that of the ideal
one she had pictured forth for his amuse-
ment.
"Cousin Marion, let me introduce you
to my best and dearest friend, Godfrey
Clinton" said Mansfield with light !
touch upon the arm.
"My cousins friends are always wei
come to me, she said removing her hand |
from Mansfcld's shoulder and extending
it to him He took it with firm clasp,
that thrilled her through every vein
I" How beautiful she is" thought the
gentleman.
" | will win hi, heart before he leaves
me" said the lady.
Their eyes met as he relinquished her
hand. Both blushed little, and Mans
field turned away to hide a smile when he
saw his friend, whose grave and steady
aspect no woman smile had ever before
possessed the power to move beneath the
magnetic influence of his cousins hand
some eyes.
The three fingered there but few mo-
mcnts before the breakfast bell rang in
the great hall; MIR. Mansfield sprang
through the window and stood by his
companions side, determined as he said,
to lead her into the breakfast room though
forty Clinton's stood in his way. At this
folly, his friend only smiled, and turned
away, passed round the house to gain the
front entrance.
What now Louis 2" asked Marion as
he stood silent, looking absently from the
window.
:" Not much, Marion, was only won
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