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

/ declare, Kitty Turn round, Will
you9 Yes, declare you are dressed in
excellent taste. All the effects are good.
1 wouldn't have believed it."
Complimentary papa. But Il told
you So. You just quit the antique, and
take to studying lie FolLet for effects,
| then your women will look little more
natural"
"Natural Jehoshaphat Go away,
You little imposterl
CT appeal to Jack. Jack, Just look al
the women in that picture of papa's,
with the white sheets draped about them.
What do they look hke9"
{" Frights; Miss Kitty I"
"Of course they do. Now, papa"
"You two young barbarians !" shouted
Tom in fit of laughter for Jack and
Kitty were out in the clear, frosty air
by this time, with the clear, fresh wind
at their backs, and their faces steadily
set towards the busy hustle and light of
Charing Gross.
They had not gone far when Jack said
anxiously, "You haven't thought any
better of your decision last Friday
night, Kitty, I'm afraid9"
"Why, no, Jack don't see how L
can unless you could become an Indian
Commissioner or q clerk of the Treas
ury, or something of that kind. You
know won't marry literary man under
any possible circumstances. I'm clear on
that subject, jack"
81 know all about farming, Kitty, if
that would do"
"But I suppose if you we're farmer
we should have to live in the country.
Ina sure that would not do"
Jack did not see how the city and the
farm could be brought to terms so he
sighed and was silent.
Kitty answered the sigh. "No use in
bothering about me, Jack. You ought
to be very glad have been 80 honest.
Some girls would have 'risked' you,
and in week or two you would have
been Just as miserable I'
t" You don't dislike me, Kitty 7"
"Not at all. / think you are first
rate"
1t is my profession, then 2"
Exactly"
Nov, what has it ever done to offend
you2"
"Nothing yet; and don't mean it
ever shall. You see, / know Will Hut
tons wife. And what that woman en-
dures-it's just dreadful !"
"Now Kittyl"
"It is, Jack. Will reads all his arti-
cles to her, wakes her up at night to
listen to some new poem, rushes away
from the dinner table to jot down what
he calls an idea, is always pointing
splendid passages, to her, and keeps
her working just like slave copying
his manuscripts and cutting newspapers
to pieces. Oh, it is just dreadful
"But she thoroughly enjoys it,"
| "Yes; that is such shame. Will
has quite spoiled her. Lucy used to be
real nice-a Jolly, stylish girl Before
she was married she was splendid COM
pany; now You might just as well NOPE
along with book"
"Kitty, I'd promise you upon my
honor-at the altar, if you ike-never
to bother you with anything I write;
never to say word about my profes-
sion."
"No, no, sir Then you would soon
be finding some one else to bother-per-
haps some blonde, sentimental friend.
What is the use of turning good ma
tured little thing like me into hateful
dog in the manger2 / am not naturally
able to appreciate you, but If you were
mine, / should snarl and bark and bite
at any other woman who was"
Jack liked this unchristian sentiment
very much indeed. He squeezed Kitty's
hand and looked 80 gratefully into her
| bright face that she was forced to pre-
tend he had ruined her glove.
"I'll buy you boxes full, Kitty and,
darling, / am not very poor am quite
sure could make plenty of money foi
YOU"
"Jack, did not want to speak about
money because, If girl does not GO
into raptures about being willing 10
live on crusts and dress in calicoes for
love, people say she's mercenary. Well,
then, am mercenary. / want silk
dresses and decent dinners and matt
nees, and I am fond of having things
regular it's habit of mine to like
them all the time. Now know literary
people have spasms of riches, and then
spasms of poverty. Artists are just the
same. / have tried poverty occasional
ly, and found its uses less desirable
than some people tell us they are."
"Have you decided yet whom and
what you will marry, Kitty9"
"No sarcasm, Jack. / shall marry
the first good, honest fellow that loves
me and has steady business, and who
will not take me every summer to see
views"
"To see views2"
"Yes. / am sick to death of fine
scenery and mountains, 'scarped and
Jagged and rifted, and all ether kinds
I've seen 80 many grand landscapes,
never want to see another. want u
stay at Brighton OF Scarborough, and
have nice dresses and a dance every
night. And You know papa toiU go tc
some lonely place, where all my toilets
are thrown away, and where there is mo-
a soul to speak to but famous men o.
one kind or another"
Jack couldn't help laughing bn
they were now among the little crust
that generally gathers in the vestibul'
of a theater, and whatever be meant Il
say was cut in two by a downright
hearty salutation from some third party
"Why, Max, when did You ge
homer"
To-day" Then there were intro
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