The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-07-07

which she was sure would interest him.
Averse to making her needless trouble,
and yet not knowing how to deter her, the
professor took from his pocket pencil
and paper, and had the wit to say he
could put down their names and get
them from an excellent free library in
the near town.
"Let me see the list, please9" she
asked. 4" Have you them all rightly
named 2" She scanned his writing,
wondering how he had spelled all so
exactly. " You write like minister,
Jameson an editor" she added, with q
smile that could not hurt his feelings !;
"but such men are seldom plain writ
ers. l could suggest few changes for
the better in your letters your Is and
Us are alike your ms and ms are flat
and run out to nothing"
James received these hints with CRATE
full meekness, while Miss Emerson. upon
further conversation, was sure he must
have had very good common educa-
ton" She wondered, suddenly, if he
did not eagerly desire to study Latin.
Why he should, it would have puzzled a
Philadelphia lawyer to tell, but the
young lady from Boston failed to under
stand how a man could know much and
not have this same hunger and thirst !;
and so she, then and there, proposed to
teach him the rudiments.
When Prof. Jim went to bed that
night, he felt that he deserved to
be hanged but he was bound" that
hanged he would be before he would
confess to this sweet tempered, beneyo-
lent girl that he was an impostor. Why
he had actually agreed to take his first CD
Latin lesson tomorrow night. For three
evenings he avoided Miss Emerson, and
she thought him occupied with work.
On the third, she caught him at leisure,
and brought forth an old Latin grammar
she had found in the garnet. He blindly
repeated after her everything she said,
and left her in doubt whether he had
the memory of prodigy or only the
tongue of a parrot he did not ego at ("
the thing like a beginner.
Jim endured it three nights, and could
no more. What with playing his part,
keeping watch of himself, and seeing
her bright eyes bent upon him, her
white hands futtering with her dainty
handkerchief or clasped in playful and
encouraging applause at some forgettul
and so remarkably fine effort of his, it
was too much.
He engaged Farmer Wilbor to send
him into town every night, until Miss
Emerson saw that he was not over eager
to learn Latin. 1t was little damper
on her efforts in behalf of young man
who, as she told Mrs. Wilbor, had Sin
telligent eyes and an entire absence OF
coarseness."
She did not talk much to him after that,
but amused herself all day long riotinR
like happy child among the bees and
flowers, following the willow-bordered
creek, bringing wonderful rustic treas
ures from the woods, and, in short, get
ting the full benefit of an outdoor life.
Miss Emerson used to recline on al
old-fashioned sofa, just inside of the
cool sitting-room, and hold sleepy con
versations with Mrs. Wilbor.
Often "James" used to sit near by ii
the piazza and smoke very good smelling
cigars. She surprised him one day read
ing Ivanhoe," which she had dropped
there and, again intent on his menta
culture, she encouraged him to reaC
aloud. It was pleasant for her and good
for him; so, day after day, he read
Scott.
Each time, when he had ended, ant
gone away, she had wondered that hi
had read so simply well, she had forgot
ten the reader only sometimes, looking
up, she had caught him looking at hei
so-well, so strangely it was intensel.
respectful, but peculiar.
When, one day, in reading love
scene, his voice fell and trembled, sh,
said to herself, He must have yer,
sensitive nature.
She mused while, and firmly resolved
to cease her efforts IN behalf of thu
young man. She might be maxim.
trouble for him. One caught human
butterflies, sometimes, whom one Ia,
never thought of chasing. Then, the.
suffered if you held them tightly, and
was not legal method of getting rid o
them to hold ether under their nose
until they died.
After this resolution, Prof. Jim di,
not see the young lady for week. Sh
took her meals at quite irregular hours
,, and sat no more ON the piazza. He was
therefore, off his guard and one Ola,
being in the kitchen where Mrs. Wilbo
) fried potatoes, he fell into the deepes
of reveries.
, What are You planning, professor
You have not taken your eyes off tn
copper tea-kettla for ten minutes
My dear sister, was recalling t,
mind line of Virgil Omnia vinci
amor, ct nos cedamus amor. ,"
81 know aliabout it now," said Sarah
who was not Bostonian, and so did no
!, understand L@tin. tiftt
, Prof. Jim laughed gleefully, and wen
out. Miss Emerson, who had overhear
, the unlucky quote ton, came in.
: "Mrs. WlbOr, ,oho is that man ?"
r 1t is needless to say that Mrs. Wilbo
/ had to tell and, if ever two eyes gleame
: with wrath, the two gray orbs pertainin
to the Boston lady were the very ones
> She grew, every instant, move and NOR
o irate.
{ "Think Of it, I teaching colleg,
r professor easy Latin out Of primer
. and he submitting rather than to have {
r make my acquaintance. He shall neve
: have that annoyance or fear-never
never againl"
= Poor Jim ! He was wretched Their,