The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-04-10

the eve of the law but few hours. True
She loved him all the same, and sat moan
ling and rocking herself back and forth
las though she would shake the burden
Iof grief from her shoulders. There were
lchildren. there was To be school and
we were expecting Miss Grey 10 teach II.
Being in the position we were, and occu-
Ipying a large place in the confidence OF
Mr.. MAY, lie had informed ne that his
board had determined IL send Miss Grey.
She was not personally known 10 us, nor
had we ever seen photograph OF the
lady But il was no trouble Tor us To fan
cy all she must be. rs we will create some
form for the person presented 10 our
minds usually Pretty women don't go
10 Sandy Clutches to teach, especially
young, marriagcablc ladies; their charms
are too great for them TO think OF hiding
from an admiring world entirely for the
worlds sake These facts common sense
dictated 10 our minds.
Sow prcparcd-as we waited the com
Ing OF the mail--fora tail, thia, quadrang-
ular female, with long, Thin face, wa.
terry, weak eyes, sharp nose straddled
with, perhaps, gold epectacles, drab trav
elling dress, blue woolcn stockings and
list Shocs-though we scarcely expected
"a glimpse at thcm--a bottle Of cold tea in
one hand and Il blue cotton umbrella in
the other. We waited, kicking our toes
in the sand, and thinking alternately of u
leader for the Heellg and Miss Grey.
We saw the mail whirlng down the
grade, and thought with lively satisfac-
uOn Of Om position in the society of
Sandy Gulch, that gave us the privilege
OF welcoming Congressional aSpirants,
members OF the Legislature, and that old
maid school-dame.
As the maid ncared va we saw brown
hood with blue lining. and the sweetest
face IL had ever been our fortune 20 look
upon. The eye 50 clear aud laughing, the
fair shiny hair-not dead, but vivacious,
smiling hair-a sweet little mouth whose
lips looked the very couch of love, her
face soft and round like q child's.
We were absolutely overcome and mac
live. The crowd did not try 10 suppress
their JOY, but gave prolonged shout OF
welcome. Amt She a sumner, though :"
/" Pweityer than chunk of pure gold ~
" Darned if | ever seed anything so Trim -
were some few of the compliments that
greeted her. while we stood rooted 10 the
ground. Mr. May had advanced hat in hand,
and offered her Il word of quiet welcome
We could say nothing Some commonplace
our Office 10 write an article Cd popular
Education" and tiattcring notice OF
her arrival. Then we began to think
we had been hasty in leaving so soon.
This was probably the greatest editorial
error we ever made. We did not think
how much effect kind word or quiet
act Of attention would have, or We too
should have carried her bundles to Mrs.
Skinner's, where she was 10 board. But.
we did not, and Mr.. May did.
The summer passed
And with ii each day, TO the little school
house up the Gulch, passed Miss Grey The
mountains were glorious in their varied
hueS Of autumn. And Miss Grey was equal
ly lovely in her beauty.
Why was it our heart beat more rapidly
and our tough check glowcd when She
came near?
Why did we feel 50 backward about
coming forward and walking home with
Miss Grey rs She came each evening down
the little path, swinging her sunbonnct by
the strings
He was not backward, but cool and
Seli-pOSseSSed. lie met her and walked
where we so much wanted 10 be-by her
side. We discovered that we disliked Mr..
May. He was growing absolutely odious
W ". ~ llcNti ~NN MN W tllNiuS HloNil
up the Gulch toward the sChool.house that
we did not have this feeling.
We came from our walk one evening
in the carly spring, and saw Mr. May plac
ing blossoms in her hair, and then-kiss
her,
Well, We SIGH as we think of it, therl
in the wild West, 80 near where the sun set
set ON our love years ago.
People spoke of his goodness, and one
rcd>hirted admircr had sworn in our
presence that he'd die TOR that ere
preacher. You ought a seed him, Mister
just ought a seed the way he nursed my
pardncr when he got cut up at Peters
Bailic-him and that school-marm help
in him Aye we found We disliked him
because he liked her.
We found that with perfect harmony of
soul these hearts had met and mingled.
We are alone. Rev. Milton May won
Miss Grey, of Sandy Gulch."