The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-07-10

cherry sweetness had so often tempted
him to the verge of bashful madness.
Oh, that fatal bashfulness of his What
hopes it must have stood in the way of,
to make big fellowlike him sigh, shake
his head so deprecatingly, and murmur
so lugubriously
"By the beard of Mohammed, it is a
little strange that, although have faced
tiger in his native jungle, hunted the
wild boar single-handed into the very
heart of German forest, and fought
with unfiinching nerve wher the enemy
were pouring shower of lead into the
hearts of those around me, yet L abso-
lutely have not got the courage to tell
that little kittenish girl love her. The
touch of her gloved hand, the patting of
her little feet upon the walk, the stray
ing tresses of her perfumed hair, all
act upon my nerves like a galvanic
battery, and knock my elf-possession
higher than GilderoS's kite. Heigh-ho !
| fear l never shall essay the character
of Benedict, the married man, unless
Katie should Guido the woman who
dared, and that she'll never do"
You see, Mr.. Seabright thought he
knew all about it, and you shall further
more see that Mr.. Seabright's' ins sight
into the future was one of those dim
sights which the brightest of masculine
sight-seers are prone to.
The locomotive pulled up at the de-
pot with an ear-splitting screech, and,
gathering up his traps, Seabright, Jr.,
hurried from the car
Carriages ?" "Have a carriage,
sir ?" Z" Nice carriage this way was
theintensely American cry awaiting him
as he forced his way through the crowd
toward Broadway, and, gnawing his
mustache, he mentally calculated
oh, hang your carriages Get out
of my way, you fellows. I'm going
home, and | d. not intend to spoil my
surprise by getting into one of your old
Walking down Broadway-how famil-
lar yet strange the old river-following
street looked The very pavement
beneath his feet seemed to have well
coming ring ana how his heart thrilled
as he recognized the old accustomed
sights and sounds All ! there is the
house at last. No light in the parlor.
Rather a strange circumstance but it
must be all right, because the door is
on the latch.
Noiselessly the young man stole in
through the hall to his mothers little
sitting-room in the rear of the parlors.
No light here either; only the sullen
red of a sea-coal fire burning i'll the
CRATE cast fitful CLEANS of light athwart
the lurking shadows.
where can they ali be?" wondered
the somewhat disappointed prodigal
then, with distended nostrils, he solilo-
quized "Whew! what smell of
| lime and fresh paint house cleaning
! / suppose What comfort women can
find in deluging everything with soap
suds, and turning the house topsy-
| turvy two or three times a year, passes
my understanding Well, here is a
chair that seems to have escaped the
general turnover. I'll sit down and
wait until some appears.
Five-ten minutes of expectancy
passed, then a rustic OF skirts and the
clicking of high-heeled boots upon the
oaken stairs announced the approach OF
the waited-for some one. George
listened with in-drawn breath.
THAT is sister Gertie," he thought
"no one else dances downstairs i'll that
fashion"
With cautious haste the watcher arose
ana leaned close against The shady side
OF the door casing. Nearer and nearer
came the tripping feet, until Il female
form stood dimly defined upon the
threshold With great heart-throb
George caught the slender figure to
his breast, and in an instant was vigor-
ously kissing the captured face indis-
criminately on the cheek, brow and lips.
A smothered scream burst from the
frightened girl at the first pause III his
traternal demonstrations, and as its
tones awoke the sleeping echoes George
Seabright loosened his hold upon the
taper waist as suddenly as If n trip
hammer had smote his elbow, and re-
treated to the wall.
Oh, Lord 1t was not Gertie at ALL
He knew the voice too well to attempt
to dodge the fact that it was Kate Ker-
van-the giri whose hand he had only
dared to touch after much fear and
tremblng-whom he had caught in his
arms and forcibly kissed. Quel hor-
reur! Why had he not fairy god
mother to turn him into : winged in
sect at that dire moment? His bashful
soul stood still within him, beadlike
drops of moisture started out upon his
brow, and like "a second Goliath he stood
quaking in his boots, awaiting the sling
with which he fully expected this fem
mime David to Stay him.
How dare you, sir?" she de-
manded, stamping her tiny feet pas
sionately on the floor.
81 could not help it, Kate" STAN
mered the poor fellow; :" the room was
dark, and l thought you Gertie. L am
George Seabright. Don't you know
me?"
- You are an impostor, sir. Mr.. Sea-
bright is abroad. "
/" Indeed, he is not. L am he, and
have just arrived in the city"
Walking across to the CRATE he gave the
smoldering Goals an emphatic punch,
and, as the flame leaping up brought
his features into strong relief against
the black marble of the mantel. down
went the garnet meiino, the white
apron, brown curls and cherry ribbons
in confused heap upon the carpet, and
hysterical sob brought the bashful
lover to a common level. With his
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