The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-03-16

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this young lady from bridal as 70 Pr
sons, pistols and other RDie SUD
iects2 What could it be, Rept vAf-
rel with Jack Obyie ~, notlrng.
Obviously, Kitty and y haa guar
relied.
Now there are Jack q Jacks ln thls
world, but with the gie excepnon ol q
Jack Burroughs, A1t Iipsge c'lIeu
nothing for the Rhes pack ol yacSS.
He was her right bog Wltn Wlnch sne
fully intended to MS life's game, ana
make all the point9 9desirable That. az
least, had been ~ intennon month
before. Bnt nor -now, alas she had
turned linn doA. The mustard seed
from which IA sprung this many
branched treeG misery had taken root
at Helen Elapp's party. Indeed,
/ Helen heraeE might be termed the seed
With Heller Jack had danced the open
inr reel. rhich everybody knew was q
! shocking breach of etiquette. He onght
10 have danced it with Kitty with has
afiianced bride. Like thespirited young
woman she was, Kitty Gibson punished
her lover by accepting an invitation to
supper from Cyrus Phelps. sJack was
dnmfounded af this behavior, while
Kitty enjoyed her triumph, and ate her
ice-creAm demurely II is to be con-
fessed that Cyrus Phelps was not the
most agreeable of companions that his
range Of conversation was limited to the
weather and 10 the condition Of the
roads and that, whenever be attempted
to strike out into broader fields, he lost
himself completely in the marshes of
grammar and the pitfalls of language
Kitty did not care for this, however
She was watching ont of the corners Of
her bright eyes, and, with a gleam of
wicked satisfaction, the forlorn face of
Jack Burroughs aid she accepted
Cyrus, with his plnral subjects and
singular verbs, as necessary adjunct to
the inhiction of her righteous punish
ment When the hour for going home
arrived, Kitty, bundled in shawls and
furs, took her seat by Jacks side in the
cutter, but said never a word.
I" Perhaps you would have preferred
Cyrus Phelps company to mine, re-
marked the young man, when they had
ridden mile without speaking
And no doubt you would be very
much happier if Helen Clapp was sitting
at your side, " reioined Kitty.
"Glang r. said Jack, touching the
tanks of his horse with the whip.
Tins was the first instance on record
where Jack Burroughs had sought to get
over ground rapidly with Kitty Gibson
in the cutter at his side, and the stars
twinkling overhead.
When the sleigh drew mp in front of
Uncle Randolph's gate, Jack, holding
the reins in one hand, helped Kitty
to ahght. His face was very stern and
grave.
''Good-night, said he. And with
that, for the first time since their en-
gagemeAt, Jack drove off without kiss
ing the red lips which he had right to
kiss.
If the red lips pouted, or possibly
quivered, there was no one present to
see. And if the owner of those red
lips, 80 cruelty neglected, cried her
self to sleep that night, Jack Bur
roughs was profoundly ignorant of the
fact
This, then, was the little seed which
had grown into tree of misery mustard
like in proportions.
On the very next day Kitty had writ
ten q note to Jack, beginning Z" Mr.
Burroughs" requesting the immediate
return of her letters and picture, and
signed, " Respectfully yours, Kate Glib
SON" When lovers fall into such strait
laced formalities of expression as these,
what is to be expectedl Jack sent back
the letters and picture and from the
moment of their receipt Kitty began to
mediate upon the simplest and most
agreeable method of suicide. Her
cogitation eliminated, as we have seen,
in n iHiHal resolve 10 throw herself into the
Connecticut river-iust as soon as the
ice melted.
Had Uncle Randolph been man quick
to detect the exterior evidences Of a
broken heart, or even Of a broken engage
ment, he must surely have seen that
something was wrong with Kitty. Asit
was, however, Uncle Randolph was not
quick to detect anything, except, per-
haps, opinions differing from his own.
A man Of political, religious, social, OF
moral beliefs antagonistic in any way to
the political, religions, social, or moral
beliefs Of Uncle Randolph was held by
the latter TO be q rascal Nor would the
minor virtues Of honesty, integrity, and
industry in any manner mitigate the ulti-
mate conclusion, or compensate for the
fatal differences. Uncle Randolph held
it to be truth as self-evident as any of
those set forth ia the Declaration Of Inde-
pendence that man who supported
Thisism and not Thatism was knave,
And yet Uncle Randolph was q very good
man at heart, as wis abundantly shown
by his acts. He talked like a terrible
bigot, yet he did all things in a spirit OF
broad cathOlcity. He had denounced the
unfortunate father Of Kitty Gibson as a
worthless scamp Chiefly because be was
Thisist), and yet when this worthless
scamp came to die he took Kitty to his
own home, and cared for her as tenderly
az though Bhe had been his child Be.
sides himself and his pretty niece, Uncle
Randolph's household included hi
maiden sister Martha, bis aunt, whose
memory stretched back through the mist'
Of eighty years, and Tom Turner, q dis
tant twig Of the family trunk. who never
troubled himself 10 find out why II VA
that he came to be numbered among The
family. Uncle Randolph devoted him
self chiefly 70 protracted and heated dis
cuseions IN Hiram Griswold's store ole
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