The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-04-25


happy, joyful presence to make glad my
heart and lead me to the altar of Chris
tian perseverance, my hearthstone shall
glow with blissful rapture that the
proud Arabella, with all her wealth,
could ever bestow. May hope ?"
Even in the deep shadows OF the In
dian tapestry Lizzy Florence's eyes
might have been seen to sparkle in their
happy, lustrous light, and, in tones all
frank and fearless, she murmured
"As l am, you have loved me AS /
am, l am yours, and ON happy!
Ned, said Timothy, as, on the next
morning, the younger brother entered
his store, 81 am the happiest man alive.
The heiress is mine / have pressed
my suit, and the beautiful Arabella has
promised to be mine p'
"Then l wish you JOY Of your con-
quest" quietly remarked Edward
"and if you look for your only Joy in
gold, you will surely have plenty of it. 4"
"To be sure will" exclaimed limo
thy, as he rubbed his hands in the ex-
uberance of his satisfaction. "And
now, Ned, L eadvise you to drop that
foolish whim about your love for Capt.
Simpsons sewing-girl, and pick up a
wife that is worth something. There is
Fidelia Mortimer, who is worth thirty
thousand, at least then there is either
of Mrs. Fitacross' daughters, both rich,
and they are all after you. But you
won't make hit like mine. Only think /
Half a million ~
Mortimer Fitzcross Fitz-,Vhee-
diedee - uttered Edward, in tone of
contempt. 81 am as fortunate as your
self. Lizzy Florence has promised to
become my wife p
Edward Barbour, are you in
earnest %
"Timothy Barbour, am -
Then go to -. Go and marry
her But don't you think to hang upon
me. You might have married mod
crate fortune, but as you have chosen
to throw yourself away, YOU may now
take care of yourself as best you can. :"
Timothy" said the younger brother,
in tone of heartfelt pain, "this is I'M
kind. When you first entered business
took my four thousand dollars-my
little all-from the bank and lent it to
you. / have asked you neither bonus
nor interest and now, though / will
never ask of you pecuniary aid, yet l
would ask your kindness, your good
will"
"You need not twit me because you
lent me money!" returned Timothy, in
an angry tone. "As soon as / am mar
ried, you shall be paid, with interest in
full but never will"
Edward Barbour did not stop to hear
the remainder of his brothers remarks,
but with sorrowful countenance he
turned away and left the store.
One month had passed away, and
Arabella Forbush had become the wife
of Timothy Barbour, merchant. 1t was
evening, and within the sumptuous par
lor of Capt. Simpson the well-filled
CRATE sent forth it's welcome warmth.
The old man was there in his great easy
chair, coming the columns of an even
ing paper he was alone-and yet he
was not alone, for within the hangings
of one Of the alcove windows were en-
sconced Edward Barbour and Lizzy
Florence, hidden from view, and happy
as angels. The old man was just turn
ing over the paper when one of the
servants announced Mr.. Timothy Bar
bour, and in moment that young gen.
tleman entered the room. Edward and
Lizzy would have left their place of I'M
intentional concealment, but an instinct
i've dislike to being seen by the visitor
prevented.
Mr.. Simpson" said Timothy, in n
somewhat tremulous manner, after the
civilities of the evening had been passed,
" have called upon you on rather pc
culiar, and, l may say, delicate bust
ness.
"Ah," uttered the old man, raising
his spectacles and his eyebrows at the
same time, but uttering no further re-
mark.
eyes, SIR" resumed Timothy. "The
fact is, our marriage relation has been
so short that i feel little delicacy in
broaching the matter to my wife at
present but at the present time / am
sadly in want of small sum of money
to help me over business pinch"
"D'ye want to borrow some of me ?"
bluntly asked Simpson.
ooh, no, I-I-ahem-merely wished
you to break the ice for me-"
Break the ice p
." mean that you should breach the
matter to my wife," said Timothy,
breathing more freely, now that the
coat was ont.
"Why, really, my dear sir" returned
the old man, ~ have nothing in the
world to do with your wife's property"
But you might hint the subject to
her, my dear captain. A few thousands
would answer me-say six thousand.
"Six thousand what ?"
"Why, sir, six thousand dollars, to
be sure" answered Timothy
What, from your rife ?"
"Why not?"
"Why not9 Why, simply because I
don't believe she owns six thousand dol
lars %
Capt. Simpson, I beg You will not
trihe with me, SIR" uttered Timothy,
trembling and turning pale at the fear
full suspicion that flashed upon him.
By no means, SIR" returned the old
man, in tone that carried conviction
with it. 81 mean what / say when |
tell you that your wife is not worth, of
her own estate, over four thousand dol
lars ~
death and fury ~ exclaimed the as
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