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


81 was determined I'll have him p,
she cried, with glance at Prof. Jim's
shirt-sieeves "Such splendid fellow
1 chased him over three stone walls. and
around and around the woods. Now L
want your help in putting ether TO his
nose.
A wild fancy shot through the profes-
sor's head that he had so overworked
his brain. that dreadful Authorizations
were coming upon him. He gasped,
family, "Whose nosep -, -,
The Young girls laugh was like the
ouick clang of silver bells; then she
dainty peeped into the balloon, whisp-
envy beautiful blue butterfy's, OF
course. Now you stay here one mo-
ment. Farmer Wilbor won't scold. I'll
ter him Kindred you. Hold this ether
bottle and bit of cotton, while l take the
poor fellow carefully out. Please put
your other hand on the stick-steady
now Here he comes Oh, you beauty,
ont hutter so-you break my heart with
pity There, now, won't you just hold
that cotton quickly to his nose, and it
will be over In second.
BY that time she had the butterfly
between her pretty thumb and forefin-
ger, while the professor was applying
the ether, very deity, indeed, for a
farm. hand.
"You are not bit clumsyl" she ex-
claimed. "Dear me Why don't he
die-he struggles so / thought they
rather liked it. My teacher said they
just squirmed once and gave up the
ghost. Oh, soak the cotton, or l shall
let him go !"
"Keep COOL" said Prof. Jim. He
had started TO say in official tones, "Be
calm, ETC.; but remembering his role,
he added He'll kick the bucket in a
second"
he is kicking me, and I know he
suffers. l wish / had never caught
him Take that cotton off his nose ~
she added, peremptorily, as if Jim had
been torturing the little wretch quite
on his own account. Z" can't hurt him
80 !" and suddenly uplifting her hand,
she gently released the prisoner, who
had not been at all overcome by the
odor, and who now fioated off like fog
let loose from ily-bell.
eff that is what must do for a col
lection, 1 shall never have one. L am
much obliged to you.
AS he turned to go-giving her back
the bottle-she caught sight of the
cloudless blue over her, of the sleepy
cattle in the low, FLASHING water of the
the green flats shimmering in the sun
shine.
els it not ali perfect?" she added,
looking directly into his face, with her
clear eyes full of admiration. Had
the veriest clodhopper been in his place,
that appeal for innocent sympathy
would have touched him into sense of
kinship with-nature and the young
girl. Her gentle dismissal moment
later pleased him also; and he went
back thinking as he trod the plowed
ground, $50 this is the young lady
from Boston-yes, a lady, and l like
her just as well that she could not finish
the "poor little devil of a bug" as Pat
would call it. Then he laughed. "How
she turned on me, too, when he strug-
gled, quite as if 1 had done the pinch
ing-that is the woman of it Butterfly
collections hobby first, and that is the
Boston of it. Well, shall have amuse-
ment, mayhap."
Mrs. Wilbor, that dark-complexion-
ed young farmer of yours has an intelli.
gent face" It was Miss Emerson who
spoke, and who sat one evening with the
farmers wife. On this occasion hei
hair was exquisitely smooth, her attire
faultless, and her manner repose itself
eyes; Jim isn't wooden-headed. lie
always had laundering after learning.
Scan he read and write :"
"Mercyl yes, child every New Eng
land fellow can do more than that y
"Of course. Wells he much of {
reader9" thnf ItI-t
Pretty considerable newspapers
and what he picks up. He never will
be satisfied that he knows enough"
81 like that" said the young lady
with ardor cit is very commendable il
such person."
To be sure" giggled Mrs. Wilbol
over a wash-towel she was hemming
"his handwriting might be better cal
hardly make it out"
Doubtless he came of good stock,
said Miss Emerson, who, in a mild it'll,
way, used to deal out Oliver Wendell
Holmes theories. He has q gooC
accent he talks OF very common things
but his ideas are clear cut"
YES" said wicked Mrs. Wilbor, "i
you could draw him out, you would d.
him good"
"Then / will certainly try" returned
the young lady from Boston, her sou
filed with phiianthropic sentiments.
Meanwhile the professor of Greek
Latin, and bellies lettres, washed his un
blushing face in the tin basin behind tn
kitchen-door, and "smiled and smiled,
and was just as determined to be, to
limited extent, ga villain still.
little later he came out and sat down OF
the lowest step of the piazza, consider
ably below Miss Emerson. Ate
while Mrs. Wilbor was calle
away, and the two were left to
gether. The last flush of daylight wa
fading of the top of the oak trees, tn
crickets and tree-toads were chirpin
noisily while from afar came the fain
bleat OF lamb, or, nearer, the twitte
of some restless bird among the branches
/ 81 suppose You are very weary afte
the days work, James," said Miss Emel
son, kindly"
: "Yes, ma am" meokly returned Pre-
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