The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-10-09

seize from behind, and two fellows tie
me and take my gun, and dey all go
everyveres-dis way and dat vey.
Hetas :" mourned monsieur dey vas
so easy to be tie. / am one idiot. L
should know dey have friends here"
"My dear child |" exclaimed Mr..
Haviland, anxiously, when he returned
to the cottage, shave you quite recov-
cred from your fright?"
CT don't think / was very much
frightened" said Agnes. Papa L
thought you would surely bring the
gentlemen back with you
"This is all my fault, Agnes Inever
thought of your coming up here alone |!
/ took every precaution to keep these
things from you, so that you would not
borrow trouble about me when L am up
here"
"Papa, they may have saved my life,
and did not even thank them !"
"My dear, / said everything" said
her father, "but they were far from
their camp, and their party is going to
move further on, early in the morning |;
they will call on us, my dear, when they
pass through Waneta, on their way
home"
But Agnes thoughts often reverted,
that evening, to handsome face, a
1.-the, graceful figure, a trick of voice
and manner which would render the
luckless beaux Of Waneta insipid for
ever.
The rising moon cast a soft, uncer-
tain light over the hunters camp, on a
green ridge across the marshes. A
grand bonfire was blazing there was
much laughing and testing among the
dark fguers busted around it, and a
savory smell of camp cookery pervaded
the air. Is there any pleasure in the
world like camping out in the autumn
woods? Can anything compare in
flavor with stews and roasts prepared
over the campfire =? Is any sleep so
sweet as under the little tent, with the
wind in the tree-tops, the hooting of
owls and distant yelping of prairie
wolves for music? The Indians happy
hunting ground is no mean anticipation
of future bliss. 1t was scene for an
artist, and Ray Fielding had often
studied it with an artists eye; but to-
night different picture occupied his
mind, and his cigar went out, forgotten
in pleasing reverie.
The two friends had prudently spared
themselves from unmerciful raillery, by
keeping their story to themselves, but,
as they lay resting on their blankets
spread on the soft greensward, the
Frenchman became voluble with whim-
steal regrets over his misadventure.
ga pretty tale to relate to our friends
-verre pretty "
Beautiful !" said Fielding, with re-
pressed enthusiasm.
eve sail nevair have such an oppor-
tunitee no more
Yes, when we come back" unused
Fielding
& nevair would tink l should be SO
precious green
"No, blue" said Ray, irrelevantly.
"Eh ?" said Paul, regarding him
qulzzically. "Ah, OH, certainement,
deeplee, darklee, beautifullee blue-eh,
mon ami, caught at last "
"Nonsense " said Ray but he re-
solved to know more of beautiful, in
trepid Agnes Havil and.
The hunting party, in due time, dis
banded and returned to the prosaic
earning of bread and butter, but the
artist and naturalist still fingered.
Making Waneta their headquarters,
they went out hunting and fishing, the
Frenchman collecting specimens, and
Fielding filling his portfolio with some
of the best work of his life. II was the
life in which Paul delighted and Ray
spent all his evenings with sweet Agnes.
These Arcadian days could not last for
ever, but before young Fielding de-
parted for his distant city home, GER
tain credentials had been laid before
Mr.. Haviland, and the loveliest in Wa
meta had been wooed and won.
The great suit was at length favorably
decided, and Mr.. Haviland's invest
ments, combined with the fortune of
his son-in-law, gave great impetus to
the now beautiful little city of Waneta.
The horse thief region has become
quite harmless and respectable, is be-
ing rapidly drained and settled, and
Agnes Fielding and her husband often
ride out thither to visit their great fruit
and stock farms in the Sand RIDGE