The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-11-20
WITH A SONG
4 Thanksgiving story.

n EnuhhsSiNHhS story'
bat cant even turn a tune, Bet
ty and the voice of the speaker, a
young man, apparently about 25
years OF age, was very sad as he ut
tered the above simple sentence.
Well, what if you can't turn q time,
as you call it, replied his companion.
"That don't make no difference. It's
my opinion, and its always been my
opinion, shat everybody in this world
ought 10 sing. / amt much on music
myself Come to think of it, j don t
believe that l ever hum anything ex-
cept Coronation and Yankee Doc
die, and one or two more such old fash
Toned nymns, but one of these is just as
good as another for an emergency, and
l make a pint of having one or t'otiier
of 'em close by TO call upon whenever
L take a notion that the Old Adversary
is sneaking round, looking for chance
to take me unawares. Most of the
trouble that we have in this world
Mister William, comes upon us in this
sort Of style; and L never found any
thing that would give old Satan his
walking ticket half so quick as good
strong dose of singing. haven't the
least idea what it does, but it seems to
me just as if it put some kind of a
something into the air that the old fel-
Ter couldn't see through. / tell you,
William, I've sent him about his bust
ness IL this way great many times,
very much disappointed.
" Blessed be cheerful disposition -
responded the young man, fervently.
jus so" said Betty, looking him
squarely IN the eye. "Blessed is the
man OF woman who IS given cheerful
disposition to start with, but thrice
blessed the one who, not having it
naturally, keeps watch over his temper
and his spirits, and comes off conqueror
at last
This closing shot of Betty's went
home, just as she intended it should !;
for Nii-am Harcourt responded with
his whole soul aglow III his face.
Amen, betty and. without another
word, walked out of the pleasant din
lng-room, where this kind hearted
friend ana capable servant was arraug-
ing the sable for tea, and a moment
after she saw him turning the curve of
the road leading to Squire Seymour's
palatial residence, where a gay party
was already gathering to spend Thanks
giving.
That's she last we shall see of him
till bedtime, she continued, softly, to
herself. . Something out of the COM
mon run is the matter with that boy !
That's as plain as the nose on your face,
Bet Hast cad, and faint no new thing
neithe- He's been sort o. running
down FOR good while. It's the old
trouble, suppose"
And Bstty put the finishing touches
TO the tassefully set table, lingering
moment, IS was her custom, to see that
every detail had been attended to before
she rang the bell for the family to
assemble.
Let MS look at the members of this
household, as they file in to the pleas
ant gazing of Betty's bell.
First entered Mrs. Harcourt, hand
some, dignifed, middle-aged woman,
with very dark eyes and very white
hair, but with n complexion as fair and
a face as free from wrinkles as either of
her daughters.
1t was plain to be seen that Mrs. Har-
court, although born New Highlander,
had never served the usual apprentice
ship to the science of domestic econ
omy, and had known very little of phys
zeal suffering.
There was a look of power about this
woman's lace that affected almost every
one in the same manner. That she
could be good friend, all instinctively
felt that she could become a bitter
enemy, did the object prove unworthy,
was quite as apparent.
She could thaw those whom she
wished TO cultivate, and freeze those
unlucky enoJ IA 80 come under the ban
OF her displeasuge, in the very same
breath. A fash of those wondrously
large and beautiful eyes, and O simple
curl OF the still full and rosy lips, were
quite sufficient to tell the whole story.
In sickness, no hand was so tender
and willing as Mrs. Harcourts in mis-
fortune, in poverty, her house was al.
ways open, her purse ever ready but
Tor the troubles that spring from wrong.
dong, she had neither sympathy nor
patience and her neighbors knew her
too well TO endeavor to interest bar i,
any case where had been the slightest
deviation from the straight and narrow
path of rectitude. ~"
The LADY seated herself M Tho booa
of the table, giving Betty an apnrec;o,
tive smile as she took in. with ono
sweeping glance, the exquisite neatness