The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-11-14

Did she have money!" asked the
immovable.
"She has large bank account, her
own property, which L never touch.
Perhaps she has cashed that"
On investigation it was found that
she had.
"And with eighteen hours start, ="
pursued the immovable, she'll be
well away from the city by this time.
Description of lady, and lady's woman,
sir ?"
So they took notes, examined, put
their hands to the wires, and flew about
surely and silently while Burnham
measured his rooms or the streets, or
sat in police stations, looking like an
old man.
Once, when juvenile, l seized a
stone, with an impulse OF disgust, and
hit rat crept from under the barn. 1t
screamed and tottered, lifting suffering
eyes. The poor thing had been poi
soned; great ulcers were on his back /;
it was crawling from death, and hurt
it L sat down on the grass, crying and
wringing my hands, the veriest wretch
alive; L had struck a suffering, de-
fenseless creature But he dragged
out of sight and left me everlasting re-
morse. Since cruelty is two-edged
sword that falls back painfully if you
use it even against vermin, how it must
cut if we have lifted it against our best
beloved
The crime of Burnham, his wander
ings, his remorse, his sack-cloth and
HASTINGS, are they not written in the
book of his experience
His police force traced Isabel out of
the city, but they were long discovering
her. They sent him continued messages
of their progress; he left his affairs to
follow every clue. And dismal hours
he spent in her dressing-room porting
over glove or a ribbon, enjoying the
sweetness of freedom and widowhood.
The "Pickwick Club was no stay to
his care. He hated the sight of their
Bacchanalian faces.
1t seemed that years instead of months
had passed, when the chief man of but
tons and clubs waited on him, one day,
with the joyful assurance that in GER
tain Northern village, in a certain
house, he would find his wife. Was it
joyful assurance after all !? At the end
of his long, sickening journey, he stood
at the gate of her house, about dusk,
more depressed than he had ever felt
before. She had commanded him not
to search for her he was mindedto turn
and go back satisfying himself with the
knowledge that all was well with her.
Of oh ho1 lNn
TWEEN them. He knew not how to APP
proach her.
But, like call to him, little cooling
cry came from the house it stirred him
like sea. Then Isabel came to the
window, looking out and up. Her
beautiful face was softened and sweet
ened, for she had been in the hard land
of maternity, under discipline which
brings out the angel side of woman in
her arms she held her little child.
Her eyes falling on her husband, this
most consistent woman reached toward
him, bursting into low, glad cry of,
ooh, knew you'd come %
After supper, when the room was coy,
and the good maids steps had ceased
and the blessed child had been admired
till both parents were in state of i'm
becility, Isabel hung to a button of he,
husbands coat and falteringly confessed
her sins her days of darkness her ig
norance of patient love, till baby came
to teach her. Then Bnrnham took W
the parody, and shrived himself and
promised in a way which would have af
forded the Pickwick Club" infinite
amusement. And, in his turn, the re-
markable infant raised his voice. Sc
that they were very cozy.
And it was not fatal after all, like
some other club affairs. - Wood,
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