The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1872-10-18

selves as DelIlB out Vi tue way, Dut iath-
er feel sorry for those who live so far
off" returned the other, bending his
tall figure earnestly forward.
Rose leaned her pretty head toward
him in confiding attitude OF interest,
and laughed ooh, so you are the peo-
pie, and wisdom is going TO die with
you," said she. /" But what do you do
out there in the heart of the universe?"
I'VE dig gold for one thing, and raise
sheep for another-millions and mill
ions of them from thirty to forty ves-
sells are constantly plying TO England
with the tallow and pressed WOOL"
What do you do with all that NUT
ton ?" asked Rosa, looking idly at the
light in her ring, and then as idly at
the light in the speakers eyes.
We use what we can" was the re-
ply "and sometimes, am sorry TO say,
we bury the fesh-not unusually; but
sometimes an order will come TO one
farmer for a thousand sheep, if you
please, and all he can do is to clip off
the wool, get out the fat, and bury the
carcssses."
What pity the meat can't be sent
to the hungry poor at home ! Why don't
somebody condense it as they do the
beef in Texas ?" | said in my tactical
way.
In good time, dare say, somebody
will; but we can't do everything at
once replied the New Zealander, look
ing with sudden interest at the game of
Switchboard being played beside US.
just then along came the ships sur.
geon, blonde youth in uniform, with
his hair parted in the middle.
Miss Armour" said he, 1.-The gun is
to be fired at the bow will you come
and see it done ?'
Miss Armour started up at once, turn.
ing the same half-confiding glance and
ready smile upon him she had been Civ.
ing us.
q am going to leave my rug with
you | shall come back" said she, beam.
ing over her shoulder upon me a. she
took the surgeons arm and went away.
The New Zealander looked after her,
tried to console himself by drawing his
wrap in another fold across his knees.
did not succeed, and finally got up and
went away. OF course it was not worth
his while to make himself agreeable to
a middle.aged woman in hood and wa.
ter.proof. So | sat, and looked at the
lik eness Of lake among the sunset
clouds, and tried to decide whether |
had better take oatmeal cruel or bis
cuit-tea for my supper; wondering the
while, half uncopsciously, about the old
chord in my memory that was always
being struck by a certain musical ring
in the New Zealander's voice.
After an hour or so the gun was fired,
and presently Miss Armour came back,
with the disorder of the strong sea.wind
in her hair, and its freshness in her
pretty pink cheeks.
give come as said" she murmur.
ed, dropping at my feet again, and
smiling up, as though she had got
where she best loved to be-just
such smile as she would have given 10
the stokers down in the cngine.roorI,
or TO the ships cat. But it was lovely
to look upon while it lasted and we
middle.aged people have learned to
warm ourselves in any chance ray of
sunlight without stopping to consider
whether it is likely to be perpetual.
This time the bit of sunshine did not
stay long; for there came up an artist
with his sketch. book; and when Miss
Armour had sufficiently admired his
graphic pencilling of the captain and
the auartermaster, and the sea-sick oc-
cupants of an upper berth, it was time
to throw the dog; and so he bore her
off, to find out by her own eyes whether
we were actually going at the rate of
Il. IU fNUn I've T1h
half.
That was how the days went. The
passengers read and paced the deck,
PLAYED games and guessed riddles, and
were always hungry; the pilot stood
steady and firm at the wheel; the sail
ors ran up and down about the rigging
like overgrown spiders, and were for
ever scouting and scrubbing, tying and
untying, drawing up and letting down.
Thus, at last, we had come safely almost
TO our desired haven. With fair sail
ing, were were only one day out from
port fond as we had grown to be of
each other, we were getting impatient
to part.
Miss Armour, during all the voyage,
had kept on as she began, beguiling
every one WIFI ueT lIlCh Vi Up anu eye.
They ran after her like boys at the
string of kite. Well, they had moth.
ing better to do just then and when
she had faded out as rainbow fades,
made no doubt she would be as easily
forgotten or only remembered as mid
summers day.dream, by all, unless it
might be.a solitary, warm. hearted man
like the New Zealander. To tell the
truth, l was little sorry for him. Ev.
IDENTIFY, life had not brought him all it
might and he was hungry for the love
and confidence that had never been his.
So was afraid he would miss this little
sparkle of girlhood and warm youth,
and find the void deeper when it had
gone out.
To the very last day, Rosa kept her
place by my chair, and to the very last
the New Zealander kept his place by
her when no one younger stepped in to
carry her off, which was pretty often, to
be sure. Then, he always quietly went
away himself, with kind of grave re.
greet in his face. On this last morning,
Miss Armour had just left US, along
with a young lawyer, to drop orange
and lemons among the steerage passen.