The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-08-18

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Oily had none or lost them in her happi
ness, before the village spires vanished
in the distance. Watching the West,
she sat by Erie, who held the tiller, and
the hand he was paying for; her heart
he knew he had already. So, lazily, the
yacht beat about where their fancy
turned or the light breeze waited it, till
the twilight deepened and the evening
star hung over the horizon. Mr. Fay
lay forward with his cap over his eyes,
smoking, as if the scene was only one
for reverie.
In that soft and mellow light there
was no need for words, and even
Erie ceased his earnest pleading. All
nature seemed soothed to silence,
and no one cared to break the spell by
speaking of return. But while they
were dreaming, ominous clouds had
covered the eastern sky, and now white
caps of foam crested the waves. The
sail tapped before the moaning of the
coming tempest. A shroud of gloom
fast closed around, almost hiding them
from each other. Quick as thought
they made ready for the shock, and
hardly before the squall struck and
passed over them. For moment their
little craft trembled in the grasp of the
gale, but staunchly rode it out, with no
loss save the signal lamp, which the
wind had shivered.
One peril had passed, but more fear
full remained. The blackness of dark
ness still surrounded them all the wind
died away, and there, without light,
they floated in the very path of every
passing steamer. 1t seemed the cloud
would never lift, when suddenly the
shrill whistle sounded close upon them,
and soon they could hear the splashing
of the great wheels, and the cleaving of
the water. Rambling through the gloom
ahead, the noise of the ponderous
strokes they could count drowned the
young mems shouting. The sense of
their weakness crushed, and the awe OF
that unseen but certain danger almost
maddened them. Louder grew the
beats that steadily measured their min
utes. Then out of the darkness glared
the headlight like the burning eye of a
Cyclops. The monster WIS bearing
right down upon them. It's breath of
flame lit luridly the mass Of mist and
cloud and its huge breast heaved with
horrid groanings as it labored to reach
and annihilate them.
During those perilous moments Oily
Roman, with her hand in Fries, still as
a statute and as pale, too, must have
lived lifetime. Nearer and nearer it
came, till with one last long shrek of
despair, they stood in helpless horror
watching the fate that swept across the
water. Then the pilot must have heard,
for steering off a little, with flash and
a roar, the humping, kissing, flaming
thing crashed by, so close they could
almost touch its sides, and left them
breathless.
That terrible tension gone from her
nerves, she flung herself into his arms
sobbing: When will you take me
home, to your home, Erie p
The memory Of the light that just
cleaned on him through the gates of
death made him pause-it should have
paralyzed his tongue ere he answered
as he did. " Now, if my wife that is to
be, is ready"
She went back to the school no more
forever.
Traced on the morrow to a city near,
whence the three had taken cars for
Niagara, her elopement was as patent
as strange and seemingly unnecessary.
All wondered and some envied. But
they did not know vows to a deserted
bride were yet fresh on his lips. They
did not know that a felons cell was
yawning for him against the day when
his ward should demand her wasted
patrimony; and that the pretended
priest was only part of plan Canada
would see consummated. And there
was none to tell her; no bolt in mercy
flash into her eyes
How the spirit of betrayal entered into him the
while,
Come again incarnate, lurking underneath the
kiss and smile.
Danksammer is the name Hendrick
Hudson's men gave bluff they sailed
by in fear and trembling, whereon,
leaping and shouting around blaze, a
hundred painted savages made night, to
their superstitious eyes more than hide.
Gus and so they called it the Devils
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| plateau extends to the road that runs
parallel to the river. Events within the
memory of most have given that name
dire significance. There, in the field
across the road, where farmer had
come to SOW, lay female form beauti
full in death, her silken hair damp with
the dews of the May morning, hei
white hands clasped over her brow te
shut out some dreadful vision, and her
arched neck marked with the print oil
ruthless fingers. The footsteps on the
plowed ground were single, and by the
fence was the track of wagons turn
ing. Among the aroused community
none had seen her ever before, MOI
could they find trace of him who had
left in their peaceful homes this pallid
record of crime.
Carried to the Town Hall, it lay there
for days, during the inquest, vainly
awaiting recognition. Descriptive mott
ces were posted far and near, calling on
friends to come and claim their dead
and they came from every quarter
looking for the missing of the last de
cade. The intense excitement, in a