The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-10-01
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Everybody's mouth was agape! For
the bride, in her shining white dress,
and her trailing lace veil, with the
understanding orange blossoms in her
beautiful brown hair, was walking into
church.
Little Rose F'loy happened along, on
her way home from school. So there
she stood, never minding how her long,
light curls were being blown about in
the wind, nor that her bonnet had fallen
back upon her shoulders, nor that she
was being elbowed by greasy Tom
Boggs, who drew his tishy basket Che
was a butchers boy across her delicate
pink dress. Never minding anything,
but, with her mouth agape, like the rest,
following, with her eyes, the shining
white lady that swept up the high steps
into the church.
Through the open doors hoated the
sound of the organ, and presently.
though never able to tell just how, Rose
had chance to slip behind the long,
flowing curtains Of Il window near by,
before anybody saw her. Here, from
her snug little lookout, Rose peeked and
admired.
Around the bride stood a great many
ladies and gentlemen, and the ladies'
dresses were most splendid to behold
Some were soft blue, some were rose
pink, others were delicate pearl-color
and gold.
By-and-by, when they all knelt down,
and the beautiful pinks, and blues, and
pearls and Colds pulled up from the
floor, all in waves, Rose thought it was Il
fairy ring, such as she read about in her
story books.
The great pyramids of flowers, that
stood by the altar, drenched Rose with
such foods of perfume, that she began
to feel drowsy. The organ sounded
fainter and fainter and further away, and
the fairy ring, with the bride, all in
white, kneeling in the middle, faded out
of Roses eyes.
Mrs. Floy was in the greatest distress.
Where can Rose be Z" she said: and
she had certainly asked the question
hundred times before.
$50 over to school, Bridget" she
-sai3, land find out what has become of
hcr. "
So Bridget went, and poor, pale, sick
Mrs. Floy, who was widow, and had
only little Rose left to her in ali the
world to love, sank back on her sofa,
and counted the long minutes till Bridget
,came back.
Poor woman! she could hardly bear
Rose out of her sight, and would neUer
have sent her to school, had it not been
for n grouty old uncle, who would say,
stamping fuiiously with his cane on the
floor
BOUNDS, ma'am do you mean to
keep Rose tied to your apron-strings all
her life Are you going to make milk
sop out Of a Floy, and an ignoramus,
ma am"
Roses mother was very nervous, and
80, at last, worn out by this dreadful,
rackctting old man, with his everlasting
''ma'ams, and his humping cane, she
sent Eose to school.
Bridget did not come back, and she
col1ld lie still no longer. SO she tied on
Aeg bonnet, and pinned her shawl with
,hcl week, trembling fingers, and crept
feeblv down stairs She was n long
time undoing the street door, and then
she would have fallen, had it not been
for Bridget, who was coming up the
steps. They hid to put her to bed, and
bring her 10 with vinegar and salts
But her eyes did not open till there
came ring ut the door.
"There she is, cried she, starting
up, and she listened, breathless, for
Roses dear voice, and the sound of her
pattering footsteps.
Stump, stump, stump! came heavy
tread up the stairs, and into her room.
IL was the horrible uncle, and he began
in this horrible way:
BOUNDS, ma'am What's all this
about Rose LOST What does that
meant"
cit means" said Roses mother, furi-
Ously, "that you have robbed me of my
only treasure. If it had not been for
you 1t would never have happened"
"Hoity -toity'" said Roses uncle, and
he sat moment thinking. Bridget"
said he, "clap on your street gear again
and be off TO the City Crier's. Five
hundred dollars reward to whoever
brings the child back alive and well.