The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-12-08

sleep with me. I'll stand right here in the
doorway till you come back"
A smothered caress at the door OF
Archie's chamber, and the lovers sep
arated for the night. For the night Z
Let us see.
Lillian was up bright and early the
next morning. Many duties were hers
to perform, and, in true housewife
fashion, she commenced in season. Her
heart was hghtened of its heavy load,
and as she fitted from kitchen to dining
room, from closet to cupboard, the old
cook thought she had never seen her look
half so handsome.
Thanksgiving What a delightful
morning it was The clouds mad blown
themselves away, and the sky was that
of a September day. The hostler, as he
warmed his fingers before the kitchen
fire, declared it was "uncommon raw,
but this Lillian, looking out upon the
pure blue of the heavens, her cheeks
glowing with exercise, could hardly
credit. The breakfast bell rang out
merrily. Lillian had made the coffee,
and was now busy in the dairy skimming
pan of last lights milk. Her silver
pitcher is full, and blithely she trips to
the dining-room, anxious to have every
thing ready before her guests arrive.
Her slippered feet make no noise as
they cross the thickly- -carpeted hall. The
door opens very softly. The dining-room
is just off the large sitting room, and
right opposite the open door of the last
is an immense mirror.
Pitcher in hand, Lillian stands like one
stunned. Bending low over the little
figure of her cousin is her affianced hus-
band. Ida's arms are clasped about his
neck in passionate embrace, and the low
tones of her companion strike the knell
of all Lilian's hopes.
Once more the breakfast bell sounds
out loud and clear, and the guests ad-
vance TO the dining-room. Lillian is al
ready at her place by the coffee-urn.
Her lip curls haughtily as Archie, with
very red face, makes his appearance
from the hall door and Ida from the sit
ting-room.
Contemplate subterfuge she
keeps saying to herself.
An hour later, the old cook presents
each of the guests with a note. They
both tell the same story.
"Mr. Glenburn," her lovers said, "I have
left the house to give you time to leave it. l
shall return in two hours, and expect to find
myself alone. Lillian Travis
Farmer Travis and his daughter ha
no company at their Thanksgiving din
ner-table.
81 never was so surprisedin my life,
said the farmer, in evident perplexity
cas- was when 1 got back from tn
Marsh and found the folks gone. Whlt
on earth does it mean2"
There was not quiver in Lillian
voice as she answered
1T means this, father, that the gos--
sips were right when they declared that
Archibald Glenburn was in love with
Ida instead of me. 1t means that our
engagement is over, and-and Ut was
hard work to keep the tears back now
cit means that am your daughter and
housekeeper forever, and that L will
never believe another man when he tells
me he loves me. Now let us drop the
subject for all time"
Farmer Travis was not profane man,
but this is his literal answer, as he sur
veyed his daughters beautiful face and
Strengthened himself in his chair
Il suppose you have seen something,
or heard something, that convinces you.
But Tm-I'm I'll be teetotall 2
smutched if I believe it."