The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-07-07
i. A desolate and lonely heart can.

DAVID dld Wnen he was an nungefed|
Do not therefore reproach starving
soul for partal<ing Of this feast in the
desert.
And so Emilia tried to believe that
Brown was long since dead--poor fell
low She shed tears over an imaginary
grave in Labrador with great sense of
comfort. She tried to think that he
had long since married and forgotten
her. and she endeavored 10 nurse some
feeble pangs of jealousy toward an i'm
aginary wife.
Now it is very improper doubtless in
Brown to come to life Just at this mo-
ment. One lover too many is as de
structive to the happiness of conscien-
tious girl as one too few. If Emilia had
been trained in society. her Joy at hav-
ing two lovers would have had no alloy
save her grief that there were not four
of them. But it was one of the misfor-
tunes of her solitary and peculiar edu-
cation that she had conscience and
maidenly modesty. Wherefore it was "a
source of bitter distress and embarrass.
ment TO her that, at the end of long
letter from neighbour who had taken
a notion after years of silence to write
her all the gossip of the old village, she
found these words: Your old friend
Brown did not jump into the sea at
grief for his rejection, after all. He
has written TO somebody here that he is
coming home. | believe he said that
he loved you all the same us ever
The greatest grief of Emilia was that
she should have been so wicked as to
be grieved. Had she not prayed all
these years, when she could pray at all,
for the safety of the young student
Had she not prayed against storms and
| icebergs? And now that he was coming
her heart smote her as if he were a
ghost of some one whom she had muir
dered Whether she loved him, or
Edwards, or anybody. indeed she could
not tell. But she would do penance for
her crime. And so when next she
heard the quiet voice of the ''long
trapper," asking for her, she refused to
see him, though the refusal all but
killed her.
Poor Edwards How he paced the
shore of Swan Lake all that night. For
when love comes into the soul of a soil
tary man, it has all the force that all
| the thousand interests of life have to
one in the busy world. How terrible
were the temptations that sometimes
| assailed the religious eremites we can
never guess.
Sunset of the next day found Ed.
wards at Red River Valley, far on his way
toward Fort Garry, bent on spending
the rest of his life as free trader" in
! British America. As for Emilia, she
was now in total darkness. The sun
had set. and the moon had not APP
peared. Brown might be dead, or she
might not love him, or he might never
find her. And she had thrown away
! her paradise, and there was only black
ness left
Edw ,rds had already come within a
few miles Of Georgetown. where he was
to take passage in that strangest of all
! the craft that ever frightened away the
elk, the little seventy nine steamer
Arson Northrup,' when, as he was
! striding desperately along the trail, he
was suddenly checked by thought.
! He stood five minutes in indecision,
then turned and began to walk rapidly
in the opposite direction. At Breckin-
ridge he found IA stage. and getting out
/ III Nid-tl - Ilt NNIil NlOh IL lHt (Iull w.
ward Lindsley's-
Now Davy Lindsey had been in a
terrible state of terment. When he had
found the philosopher, the uncon-
taminated child of nature, the self.edu
Gated combination Of civilized and saw
| age man. his daughter had perversely
refused him, and the old man had
taken the disappointment so to heart
that lie was in state bordering on
frenzy.
" Misfortune always pursues me !" he
began. when he met Edwards under the
hill. 4" Fifty times | have been near
achieving some great result, and my i'll
luck has spoiled it all. You see me a
brOken-hearted man. To have Allied
my family with n child of nature lik e
yourself would have been to me the
greatest Joy. But-how shall | express
my griet?" And here the old man
struck pathetically tragic attitude and
drew out his handkerchief, weeping
with profound lf.pity.
1" Mr.. Lindsey, do you know why
Miss Lindsey has become so suddenly
displeased with me?' asked the trapper,
trembling.
. Miss Lindsey sir, is perverse. 1t
is one evil trait that my enlightened
system Of education, drawn from Rous-
seau, Pestalozzi, Froebel. and Herbert
Spencer, and combined by my own
genius-it is the one evil trait that my
system has failed to eradicate. She is
perverse. fear. sir, she is yet worship
ing the image of misguided youth,
who, filled and pulled up with the use
less learning of the schools, ventured to
address her. /, am the most unfortu-
nate of men.
" Mr. Lindsey, can | see your daugh-
ter alone?'
The old man thought he could. But
she was very perveise. In truth
that very morning Emilia had, in
Il sublime spirit of self-immolation,
vowed that she would love none but the
longlost lover, and that if Brown
never came back she would die heroic
ally devoted to him, and thus she had
sacrificed 10 her conscience and it was
appeased. But right atop this VOW came