The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-01-30

there's no one TO recover III Tor me
she suggested.
LET me guard it, then, and you can
work in peace. You are sketching, L
see may 1 look ?"
Oh, yes but it's a miserable fail
IRE, I'm afraid" she said, laughing, as
she handed it TO him. Tom examined
it, and being a bit of an amateur him.
self, proceeded to criticise, and finally
to instruct. He found this girl very
charming she seemed so delightfully."-
free from all conventionality, without at
all resembling his bete nOir, the fast
girl.
They grew quite confident as the les
son proceeded, and were amazed when,
on consulting their watches, they dis
covered that it was half-past g.
81 must fly" she said, "or shall
be late for dinner, and Sir John can't
stand that.
"Have you to go far?" asked Tom,
carefully.
about mile. Tn staying at New
lands. Goodbye. No, L can carry
them, thanks; l couldn't think of
troubling you anymore. Goodbye" and
she was off.
Tom went to his room, thinking n
good deal about his new friend, wonder
ing where charms lay, even more than
her beauty, had fascinated him. Per-
haps it's her DRESS" he thought she
dressed better than any woman | ever
saw; and then her boots !" Here he
lit cigar and fell into n dream about
the said boots, and about the little hand
wi, inl, ho1 xt-nrlya1 ind anH
confidingly under the direction of
his big brown paw. All the next day
lie wandered by the river, but she came
not. That evening he was restless and
ill-tempered with his hostess and every
one who approached him.
The day after he was more fortunate.
She was sitting in the old spot, and
greeted him smiling.
you're just in time," she said.
"Look at my tree; isn't like those
bright green caulifowers you see in the
pickle bottles ?"
Tom sat down and set to work on the
refractory tree, while she watched him.
&" say" said she, at last, isn't this
dreadfully improper ?"
Which ?" said Tom, working away
vigorously.
"Why, you and me-" she replied I'M
dramatically. "We've never been in
troduced, and don't in the least know
who you are or anything about you.
, Lady Turnbull would have fit if she
knew it.
"Let me introduce myself" said
Tom, laughing. My name is Luttrell
Tom Luttrell; or, if you prefer it,
Thomas Cursor Alvanley Luttrell. .
If she had not been sitting behind
him Tom must have noticed the blush
which spread over her face at this an
nouncement. After pause she said
slowly:
$50, you're Tom Luttrell ?"
Yes" said he, looking up. I" What
do You know of p"
There is young lady staying at
Newlands who is n great friend OF
mine she has tald me about you.
/" Indeed And what's her name 2"
Miss Leigh-Nellie Leigh"
1t was Toms turn to flush now.
Miss Leigh" he repeated. GOOD
heaven ! you don't mean to say that she
is in the neighborhood?"
You don't seem fond of her." she
said, quietly.
Tom painted viciously. 81 hate fast
girls, he said at last.
A." How do you know she's fast ? You
never saw her"
81 have heard about her" Tom said,
gloomily.
"What have you heard about her ?"
demanded his companion, sharply.
Why, there was Ernest Browne he
met her little while ago. She talked
along the whole time to him, and-and
swore-I think he said, and wanted to
smoke. Then Tiverton told me she was
the best hand at quoting Artemus Ward
he ever heard. Bah / hate girl that
quotes Artemus Ward ~ and Tom
switched viciously at the dandeloins
with his cane.
His companion watched him with a
mischievous smile.
81 wish you'd be less keerless with
that weppin, y she said "you'll upset
my water directly, and then you'll have
to go and get some more.
"Now, don't you begin it" Tom
pleaded.
"Why not? / like Artemus."
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
"Well," his tormenter continued,
"have YOU any other fault to find will
your bride ?"
"Shes not my BRIDE"
=" But she will be-.
"No, I'm bothered if she will ~ Ton
broke out, vehemently.
"What will you buy your freedom
with Ellington and seven thousand {
year ?"
"Aye, and I think it cheap at tina
price"
Complimentary to Miss Leigh.
shall tell her.
If you like-but never mind Mis-
Leigh"
you've not told me your name yet,
said Tom after while.
"My name," she repeated; ooh
never mind my name.
:" But do mind your name. Won
you tell me p =,
My names Nellie, too" she said
musingly.
"Shail 1 call you Nellie, then ?" h
asked.
Certainly not" she said, coldly, an
recommended painting vigorously. IL
was getting on too fast.
Tom watched her silently. Won
you forgive me?" he pleaded after
, while