The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-04-02

river in it, were making their way to the
nearest preacher, some miles away.
They had started before daylight, and
mt sunrise they were on a high ridge,
from which they could see the smoke
rising from the chimneys of Cherry
craaey in the valley far below. They
were tired with walking, and hungry rs
well.
MIR. Burnem produced some corn-bread
and slices of boiled ham, which Miss
Mary Jocassar, having first spread her
little shawl under n tree, proceeded to
arrange with as much taste rs can be dis
played in the arrangement of corn-bread
and cold ham.
The lovers were in the full enjoyment
of their meal, when little noise caused
them to turn, and there stood Mr.. lobe
Grimsley, calmly surveying the scene.
The young lady gave faint scream,
dropped her bread, and covered her face
with her hands. Mr. Burnem rose to
his feet doggedly, and glared upon the
intruder.
You're q couple of nice young cusses!
Havin' an early picnic, l reckon Cas-
sar, yer mother wants You and, Bill
Burnem, don't just know who wants
you, but it amt me, that's sartin, was
the salutation of Mr. lobe.
"She's a-goin' with me, and her moth
er can't have her no more;" and with the
last words the first bravery of Mr.. Bill
Brnem melted like snow before the
summer sun, and he was crying like a
whipped child.
BY this time the young lady was cry
ing vigorously too, and springing up
and clasping her arms around the neck
of Mr.. lobe, was gushing her eyes out
in his bosom.
Mr. lobe was wholly unprepared for
such a scene, and rubbed his own eyes
sharply, first with the back of one hand,
then the other.
The young lady was saying, between
her sobs Il can't go back, Uncle
lobe. Indeed, / can't. Indeed and
double, / can't"
Mr.. Grimsley gravely kissed the young
lady's forehead, and, disengaging himself
from her arms, took step toward Mr..
Bill Burnem.
That gentleman commenced to retreat
as if he feared an attack, but there was
no cause.
Said Mr. lobe:
Bill Bunem, will you take a Bible
oath right yerl"
Yes, / will"
To always treat the little gal well,
and not to be SO onery, and you'll give
yerself thirty-nine lashes on the bar back
and yers my cowhide to do it with
do YOU take yer Bible oath to this 2"
"Yes, l do" said Mr.. Burnem,
meekly.
"Then dog my buttons if you sha'n
marry the gal !" said Mr. lobe, tri-
umphantly, and few minutes later the
two were walking back toward Cherry
craney.
That afternoon there was gathering
of the select Mt the residence of Sister
Doolittle. The occasion was the we'd
ding of Mr.. William Burnem and Miss
Mary Jocassar Doolittle. For the first
time in the history of Cherrycraney the
board around which the select were seat
ed was covered with table-cleth. AL
admired it, but none ventured to rest
their hands upon it until after Sister Bur
mem raised the silver teaspoon as the sig
nal for grace.
Mr.. Grimsley had prepared a quantity
OF milk punch for the occasion, which
was served out in tin cups-glasses were
too frail for Cherrycraney: After the
grace, and the subsequent attack upon
the corn bread and boiled ham, Mr.. lobe
rose, and held his tin cup aloft as a
signal that he was about to give toast.
Yer's to them and their'n," nodding
to the bride and groom, and he hesitated
a moment, then taking drink, he con-
cluded: Yer's to the first table-cloths
of Cherrycraney.
The toast was drank gravely by the
select. And while there was no public
expression of approval, from that day
henceforth table-cloths graced the boards
of Cherycraney.