The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-09-29

circumstantially; and, walking with her
precious basket in her care and that look
of steadfast happiness in her eyes.
1t is long journey, but the anticipa-
ton of David's delight ut seeing her
shortens and beauties the way, so that
she starts with surprise when a fellow
passenger tells her she is at Padding
ton. Timidly she stands back from the
crowd, holding her basket tight upon
her arm, and watching the passers-by
with wistful patient eyes, What a
great place this station is and every
one 80 busy and engrossed
elf you please, 1 want to reach Far
ringdon street. Would you kindly tell
me what to do 9"-she has at last ac-
costed porter, as he passes with
hamper on his shoulder.
"Cross to Metropolitan.
Cross to Metropolitan The words
are foreign words to her. What can
they mean2 Is there river then be-
tween her and David2
Another porter, coming slowly up as
the crowd disperses, sees the puzzled
look upon the woman's face, and how
she shrinks apart in her neat country
dress, and holds her basket with such
care and pride.
"Where do you want to go?" he en-
| quires kindly.
"To Farringdon street. l am to
cross something, but could not under
stand. I'm sorry to be so trouble
some"
"You'd far better have cab" the
man says, in tone of involuntary
kindliness. DO you mind the ex-
pense2"
CT have six shillings in change" she
answers, looking gratefully into his
face. "Will that do2"
"Half of it."
He takes her to one of the waiting
cabs and makes bargain with the man
in her presence; then he closes the door
upon her and smiles as she drives
away.
And this is London-this line of
steeets, and crowd of people, and deaf
ening sound of wheels Poor Davy
How he must long for the quiet, shady
lanes and the fresh breeze coming in
land from the seal
The cab stops, and Mary Sullivan
stands with beating heart at the door of
a tall, narrow house in Farringdon
street and rings the bell family. She
waits what she thinks a long, long time
before young woman appears in
answer to her modest summons.
"Will you tell me, if you please, in
which room shall find my SON 2"
"What's your sons name 2" the girl
asks, with long stare.
"David Sullivan"
ooh, Mr.. Sullivan" she says, little
more pleasantly. "He's out. Would
you like to step into the passage and
rest 70
"Thank you," David's mother says,
gently, as she meets this unlooked-for
blow, CT would much rather go TO
him."
CT don't know where he is, though.
He's nearly always out. He's at an
office all day. Then he's forever going
out into the country somewhere north,
where he's got q house he's been fur
nishing. / don't know where else he
goes, but he's always away at night"
He will be at-that house you speak
of, suppose 2" questions Mary, her
voice trembling in in its eagerness as
her thoughts dwell on this home which
David has been preparing for her. "I
wish you could tell me where it is.
"But don't know, >" the girl answers,
more shortly, "and should think you'd
better stay here till he comes back"
81 would rather go to him. Do you
think any one in the house could kindly
tell me where he is2"
A young foreigner is coming down
the stairs as Mary speaks, and she
looks shyly and wistfully at him. So
the girl asks the question: Does he
happen to know where Mr.. Sullivan is
"Monsieur Sulli Sullivan" the
young man questions, laughing little
as he glances into the face of the country
bred, yet delicate-looking woman who
stands holding her basket 80 closely to
her side. "Yes, know; why 2"
CT am his mother" Mary says, her
voice bright with pride.
Had You better not wait here until
he comes2"
ST would far rather go to him, If you
would help me-"
"You are quite surel" he asks again,
with the laughing glance.
"Quite sure, sir"
"Then 1 will direct you, for l am go
ing that way myself. You had better,
at any rate, leave your basket here"
So she gives it to the young woman,
with shy request that it may be taken
care of, then follows her guide out into
the street. 1t seems to Mary that they
have walked for miles down noisy and
bewildering streets, when they turn and
enter wide and open doorway. With
sigr to his companion to follow, the
stranger walks on along a carpeted pas
sage, only pausing moment to speak to
man who is standing there, just as If
he might be waiting for them. Mary
followed her guide on and on, wondering
how this lighted way could lead to any
home which David had chosen for her.
Yet all the while her heart is hutter-
ing loyfully, because the meeting must
be now 80 near. Once more the stran-
ger stops to speak to some one who stands
at an inner door, then he leads her
through it, on amid a crowd OF seated
figures.
elf you sit here" he says, with q
smile, pointing down to vacant seat
which they have reached, "you will soon