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

les, 30 uuucioeahu you, h1-y
Florence-servant, sewing-girl, drudg-
ing for a lving-a pretty wife, truly !"
"Serves those who pay her, / sup
pose, same as you and do, cody re-
marked Ned.
"Serves fiddle-stick !" petulantly re-
torted Tim. IF you think of marrying
ut your age"
Only u year and half younger
than yourself" interrupted Ned, with
smile.
"Then you'd better wait till you have
gained that year and halfs experience,
Ned, and perhaps then you wouldn't be
so anxious to throw yourself away upon
penniless girl"
81 don't think should, even then,
be willing to sell myself to an heiress.
bah Trash p exclaimed Tim, find
ing that there was weight ut both ends
of the beam. "Just look at the glrl L
shall have-the beautiful Arabella-
with cool half million. Egad know
that she loves me- What magnificent
creature Did you notice her small
white hands, Ned ?"
81 noticed the big rings she had
piled on to them, squivocally returned
Ned.
-" What love of a neck !" suggested
Tim.
"Must be strong to bear the weight of
that chain, said Ned
"Such hair" continued Tim.
"Such oil and paper roses, respond
ed Ned.
"a waist like Venus !" enumerated
Tim.
"More like wasp" ventured Ned.
" Five hundred thousand dollars"
shouted Tim, as he swung his yard stick
more furiously.
"And you are knocked down to Ara
bella Forbush at that price, body and
soul, said Ned, as he buttoned up his
coat
you're fool, Ned, consummate
fool, and you show it in every word you
utter. Here you are, twenty-four years
old, clerk with only salary of thou
sand dollars, and talk of marrying a
poor seamstress. How'll you ever get
into business with such weight on your
hands ?"
a." If ,OiShed to hurry into business,
| could do as you have done-go i'll on
credit, replied Ned.
"But shall have wealthy wife to
help me on, while you will be forever
drudging, uttered Tim, with a spice of
tartness in his tone. Then changing his
manner to one of earnest meaning, he
continued 81 am in earnest in this
matter, Ned. / do not wish to see you
degrade yourself by such marriage.
Miss Florence is pretty enough to- look
at, but she is not tit for your wife. L bid
you redeem yourself while yet you have
opportunity.
"Look We, my brother" replied Ed
ward, while q flush of Indignation man.
tied his handsome features, "if it is de-
grading to he honest, upright, intelli-
gent, kind, virtuous, and lovely, then
LiZzy Florence is so but in my own
heart L have monitor that guides my
actions, and L assure you that no words
of yours can turn me from its monitions.
l love Lizzy Florence for the truth and
loneliness of the woman's soul, and if
she will but say yeS to my suit, then she
becomes my wife. AS long as have two
hands with which to earn an honest live
lihood, will not sell myself for an in
dependence.
"Then go your own way" said Tim
othy, with a show of offended pride !;
" but mark me, Ned, if you marry that
girl, you may never expect to visit me in
her company, for will not subject Ara
bella to the modification of descending
to the association of one who has been
a servant in her uncle's family"
Just rs you please" calmly an
swered the younger brother, as he put
on his gloves and turned to go. "With
such wife as L desire l shall not be I'M
der the necessity of seeking for enjoy
ment abroad. want wife for my o,C1l
freside-not for yours -
AS Edward spoke, he left his brothers
store TO seek his own place of labor, and
Timothy, with half-uttered oath upon
his lips, went to work arranging his un-
paid-for stock of goods.
1t was cold evening, and searching
wind, that bore upon its bosom clouds
of falling snow-flakes, went sweeping
through the streets; but within the spa
cious parlors of Capt. Simpson, this out
ward show of stern old winter served
only to add a charm to the well-flled
CRATES, and makes the inmates more
happy and contented i'll their comfort
able quarters. Upon the stool at the
piano sat a young lady, who might have
seen twenty summers, or, perhaps,
twenty five. Her skin was fair to look
upon-perhaps nature made it SO, and,
perhaps, art had hand in it's snowy
whiteness. The jewelry tEat flashed
and sparkled upon her wrists, fingers,
neck, ears, bosom, and hair, bore to the
world an index of wealth, and it is not
impossible that they all became her.
She was rather tall, but yet she bore
herself with graceful ease, and her
form was really symmetrical and fair
Such was Arabella Forbush, niece of
Capt. Aaron Simpson, and she was, in
fact, belle, beauty, one of those who
command sort of wondering admira-
ton, made to shine in ballroom and
adorn the parlor.
Nearer to the fireplace, and by the
side of a workable, sat another female,
whose age was more palpable than the
former, and who, if not so dazzling in
her appearance, was by far more lovely
She could not have seen more than
eighteen summers, and the years that
had rolled over her head seemed to have
left all the warmth and sunshine of their
seasons upon her brow, with none of