The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-12-22

with the dreamy music, the rustic OF
dresses and perfume of flowers, and the
newcomer was gone.
But that three minutes interview was
wonderful event 70 Kitty Duffan,
though she did not vet realize it. The
stranger had touched her as she had
never been touched before. His mag
netic voice called something into being
that was altogether new to her; his keen
searching, gray eyes claimed what she
could neither understand nor withhold.
She became suddenly silent aud thought.
full, and Jack, who was learned in love-
lore, saw in moment that Kitty had
fallen in love with his friend, Max Ray
mond.
1t gave him a moments bitter pang ;
but If Kitty was not for him, then he
sincerely hoped Max might win her.
Yet he could not have told whether he
was most pleased or angry when he saw
Max Raymond coolly negotiate change
of seats with the gentleman on Kitty 8
right hand, and take possession OF Kit
ty's eyes and ears and heart. But there
is great deal of human nature in man,
and Jack behaved, upon the whole, bet
ter than might have been expected.
For once Kitty did not do all the talk
ing. Max talked, and she listened; Max
gave opinions, and she indorsed them
Max decided, and she submitted. 1t
was not Jacks Kitty at all. He was
quite relieved when she turned round
in her old, piquant. way and snubbed
him.
But to Kitty it was wonderful even
ing-those Kings and Queens walked on
and off the stage, the music playing, the
people applauding, and the calm, stately
man on her right hand explaining this
and that, and looking into her eyes in
such a delicious, perplexing way that
past and present were all mingled like
the waving shadows of wonderful
dream.
She was in loves land for about three
hours; then she had to come back into
the cold, frosty air, the veritable streets
and the unmistakable stone houses. But
it was the hardest of all to come back
and be the old radiant, careless Kitty.
"Wen, pussy, what of the play 2"
asked Tom Duffan; "you cut IS crit
icism short this morning. Now, what
is yours2"
"Oh, don't know, papa. The play
Vein backed him up handsomely"
Every fine criticism, indeed, Kitty.
I wish they could hear it,"
L wish they could; but am tired to
death now. Good night, papa good
night, mamma. I'll talk for twenty in
the morning"
"What's the matter with Kitty,
mother2"
"Jack Warner, expect"
Hum don't think so"
Men don't know everything, Tom. "
"They don't know anything about
women; their best efforts III that line are
only guesses at truth"
"Go to bed, Tom Duffan; you are
getting prosy and ridiculous. Kitty
will explain herself in the morning."
But Kitty did not explain herself, and
she daily grew more and more inexpli-
cable. She began to read; Max brought
the books and she read them. She be-
gan to practice; Max liked music, and
wanted to sing with her. She stopped
crimping her hair; Max said it was I'M
natural and inartistic. She went to
scientific lectures and astronomical lee
lures and literary society; Max took
her.
Tom Duffan did not quite like the
change, for Tom was of that order of
men who love to put their hearts and
necks under pretty woman's foot. He
had been so long used to Kitty domi-
nant, to Kitty sarcastic, to Kitty willful,
to Kitty absolute, that he could not un-
derstand the new Kitty.
well, mother" he said one day, after
watching his daughter reading Schiller
without a yawn.
"Tom, if you can't think to bet
ter purpose you had better go on paint
ing. Kitty is in love.
First time ever saw love make q
woman studious and sensible"
"They are uncommon symptoms
nevertheless, Kitty is III love. Poor
child !"
"With whom"
Max Raymond" and the mother
dropped her eyes upon the ruffle she was
plating for Kitty's dress, while Tom
Duffan accompanied the newborn
thought with his favorite melody.
Thus the winter passed quickly and
happily away. Greatly to Kitty's de-
light, before its close, Jack found the
"blonde. sentimental, intellectual
friend, who could appreciate both him
end his writings, and the two went to
housekeeping in what Kitty called "s
large dry goods box" The merry little
wedding was the last event of late
spring, and when il was over, the sum
mer quarters were an imperative ques
tion.
81 really don't know what to do
mother" said Tom. kitty vowed she
would not go to the lakes this year, and
l scarcely know how TO get along with
odt it. f .....I - -r,
; ooh, Kitty will go. Max Raymond
} has taken up his quarters at the hote
there" -
"Oh, oh I'll tease the little puss."
You will do nothing of the kind
Tom. They both imagine their motives
undiscovered but you just let Kitty
know that you even suspect and she
, won't stir step in your direction"
} Here Kitty, entering the room, stopped
the conversation She had n pretty lawt