The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-03-31

one dollar for the vase, my lady," said
he, in fawning tone, holding it up
in the clear sunlight, pure and glitter
ing a. though cut from the morning
dew.
Mrs. Merriweather looked at the vase.
How exquisite Then she took down
the cloak and looked at that. She had
no idea it was so rusty No wonder
Mabel had been ashamed to wear it.
Nine dollars 1t was hardly worth half
that.
"Only one dollarl'' repeated the vase
merchant, looking sharply at her face
And | make myself the honor to add
this Tor my lady, said he, taking up a
little parian rabbit.
For moment Mrs. Merriweather
stood irresolute, glancing from the vase
to the cloak and back to the vase again.
Then her countenance cleared and set
tied itself.
mo, not today" said she, turning
decidedly away. (She had been touched
perhaps by the good angel
:" 1t is the loss of my lady" answered
the Italian. graciously enough. But his
dark face grew darker still, and he went
muttering away.
Mrs. Merriweather went back to her
sewing, and straightway forgot both
vase and cloak, until day or two after
she met young lady on the street.
80, Miss Anthony - said she, holding
out both hands, DO any of your poor
people need a cloak p
Miss Anthony looked up with aston
ishment in her mild black eyes. She
was accustomed to Mrs. Meriweathers
abrupt, distracted ways, but this ques.
ton was so timely as well as uneX-
pected
= Because" pursued Mrs. Merri-
weather, my Mabel has left off cloak
that is quite too good to throw away. |
was within a dot of disposing of it to
one of these travelling pack men for a
vase, and then it occurred to me it was
wicked to give for a bauble what some
body might be suffering for the want
Of"
Somebody is said Miss Anthony.
"One Of my Sabbath school scholars is
STAYING at home because she has moth
ing warm enough to wear. So one of
the girls told me. have been i'll and
not able to 90 and see her. But | am
going tomorrow. and | have been ask
ing the lord all the week to direct me
to a cloak to carry her. did not think
it would come to me by the way, rs the
meat did to Elijah" continued the
teacher, her eyes filling now with tears.
The same evening she went for the
cloak. She sat few minutes waiting
in the parlor. 1t was n long, beautiful
room, rich in pictures and flowers and
quaint rare ornaments. In one corner,
on a small velvet chair, sat a Paris doll
with an open parasol and a handkerchief
embroidered with her name in one
hand, and a curly little spaniel under
the other arm. This doll. which be-
longed to Mabel's youngest sister, had a
stylish hat on the top of her chatelaine
braids, she wore kid gloves, a gold
watch and chain, and was dressed in a
silk walking dress trimmed with tlounces
and real lace, and costing enough to be
a real dress for two or three real chill
dren. She could open and shut her
eyes she could say mamma she could
stand, and even walk, on her bronze
boots and silk stockings. She had a
Saratoga trunk and a wardrobe full of
still more costly dresses, with gloves and
boots for every dress, and the loveliest
little toilet case and perfumery set, and
| don't know what all besides.
Mrs. Merriweather was dressing for a
party, but presently sent down the
cloak, and Miss Anthony went away,
her eyes still dazzled by the bewildering
charms Of this French Victoire, and so
came to the dingy tenement house
where her poor scholar, Jane Pulsifer,
lived.
There were three bells, one above an
other, but neither would ring.
" Can you tell me how can find Mrs.
Pulsifer's room p she asked Of little
girl who came out of the door with a
shawl over her head and a pitcher in
her hand.
The child turned about with shy
pleasure and ran eagerly before through
the unlighted hall and up the steep
stairway into utter darkness. At last
she opened door at the end of the
passage, and the smell of something
frying came out along with the light and
the sound of voices.
Miss Anthony stepped forward, and
saw low, square room, that seemed at
first sight to be filled with children and
cook-stOve.
, 81 came to see Jane Pulsifer," said
she, d" ! am her Sabbath-school teacher. "
Instantly glow of gratified delight
| shone on every face; and the bright tin
| teakettle on the stove, as though il
joined in the general gladness, broke
, into singing.
James teacher, granny" shouted
, the little girl with the pitcher, close IL
the ear of an old woman who sat close
beside the stove with high-crowneC
cap with black strings on her head.
. flames teacher. / hope see you
we'll to-day. | am some thick of hear
> ing, and you will have to speak up,
! said granny, coming forward with prime
, politeness. " You must excuse my
ev'ryd'y dress. would a fixed up if
, had known folks was coming" sh'
added. smoothing the folds of her calico
, cape and strengthening herself will
q some lingering trace OF the youth anC
! beauty so long past and gone. NJ,
daughter is gone out this afternoon