The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-11-10

i wonder why it Is that lille girls al
ways said "Did you ever" when they
never did.
! "Oh, know" said Nab "she must
be tho new girlswho hives in the cottage
at the foot of the lane" N. lt
"Well," said another little girl, "we
don't want her here looking like that. !"
Hush !" said Nab, she must be
poor, and we must treat her just as well
as ever we can. She ought to have the
best bargains Of all--that's what / say."
! "You re darling, Nab, said Bar
bara, "snd Ill give her something s'or
nothing, zee if don't"
On came the little figure, not with a
bandbox, but with regular carpet-bag,
which nearly touched the ground as 1t
swung along.
Nab went cut to meet her. "You've
come to our opening, I suppose" she
said.
"Yss, if you please" said the little
"Well," said Nab, twill you please
take your things out Of the bag Per-
haps you've got something we want"
81 viii in u minute" said the strange
little girl, latter / get little acquaint-
ed" and so the sale went Oh. Barbara
was holding up wire with two glass
eyes on the end. They belonged to a
dolly that used to go to sleep when You
put her down anywhere, but now her
eyes were all that was left.
~ think" said the strange little girl.
"that those eyes would just about fit
my doll, Mrs. Napoleon Bonaparte."
"Well, said Barbara, "what have you
to offer for it2"
"Let me see," said the little girl. So
she put her carpet-bag on one OF the
benches, and after good deal OF un,
locking and pulling she took out-could
it be- yes, it was-a pop-gun and moth
ing else.
cit belonged to my grandfather in
the Revolution, said the little girl, "but
we are poor and must pars withlt. Then,
if that isn't enough, here's beautiful
mud turtle, with a string tied to him 80
he can't get away, ard here's stick of
gum which was all we had left iii the
house to eat, but l must have those
eyes for Mrs. Napoleon Bonaparte, II
we starve."
Barbara said just three words:
"You awful boy"
4 Boys Experience In Going to school.
A serious phase of disease is that
which attacks boy on day when he
particularly objects to going to school.
He tells his mother, with the condding
frankness peculiar to youth, that he
does not feel we'll this morning. He
doesn't know what it jig, but he is lame
in the joints, his head aches, and he
doesn't feel bit good. He moves
about slowly, openly refuses food, looks
detected, negligent, unhappy. Quite
frequently he can be heard to sigh. But
in al his pain he never forgets the
clock. AS time advances to the hour
which marks school time, his symptoms
increase. He doesn't say a word about
school to his mother. He feels too
dreadful, perhaps, to talk of such
things. He is certainly in q bad way.
His signs increase as the dreaded time
approaches, and the physical symptoms
of decay become more and more mani
fest. But the greatest suffering he
endures mentally. Fifteen minutes of
that tune, and nothing has been said to
him about getting ready. He wants ia
believe he is all right; because that il
the prompting of hope which is strong
to the outhful breast; but yet he refuses
TO believe he is, because he fears that
reaction of disappointment. Every time
he hears his mothers voice he is startled,
and every time he detects her looking
toward him no feels his heart sink within
him. 1t is hard thing, indeed, to
appear outwardly languid, listless and
dropping when inwardly one is roaring
furnace of agony. But he does it, and
does it admirably. 1t now lacks five
minutes of the quarter. Still she says
nothing. His nervousness lis almos,
maddening. -Four inmates, three min
utes, two minutes. One minute. Still
she makes no sign. Will his reason
forsake him2
1t is the quarter. Now he should star
according to custom. One would think
he had every encouragement now, bu
he knows that even at five minutes late
he can make school by hurryinR Tn,
agony of the suspense becomes exquis
tie. He trembles all over and he canno
, help it. His hair is moist with perspi
ration. 1t seems as il he would give NJ
everything and sink into the grave if h
could but know the result. How slowl,
, the clock moves. 1t stares at him witt
exasperating stoniness. The ten minute
are reached. He breathes easier. No
a word has been said to him about school
, His neither sees that he is too i'll to 90
and she sympathizes with him. Heavel
bless her. Did ever boy have such
good, noble mother as thisl Visions O
sunny fields and shady woods and run
ming streams unfold before him, stirrin
the very depths of his soul, and film
t his eyes with tears of gladness.
/ "John :"
Like great shock The beautiful pic
\ lures fall away and he is shot from tn
: pinnacle of hope into the abyss q
8 despair. There is no mistsking th
r voice.
"Mercy sakes here you are nc
r ready for school. Come, start yeu
3 boots"
' 81 do not feel we'll enough to go
: school," he whines, hardly realizing th
q dreadful change that has come upo
4 him with such lightning force an
{ swiftness.
Q 81 guess YOU ain't dying quite"