The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-07-27

moment, leaning ont of the hall window
To Commune with the evening star and
tile last tender effulgence of sunset. the
sight Of Flora and Mr.. Gascoigne pelt-
ing each other with roses in the garden
below smote her with sense OF some
thing alien and cruel. Her absence did
not affect their enjoyment they had for
gotten her in the delight of being to-
gether /; and for the time selfish sorrow
stirred in her heart, and filed her eyes
with sudden tears. did she grudge
them their happiness?" she asked her
self. "Was not success enough for
her?' vs s,,. ri 81, sgo-..f, iis
B.. When Flora had gone to her room that
night, Bell knocked at the door ana went
IN. ri 49, ..r ,,.f oil. fai.rI,
/, &c |" Haven't yon anything to tell me r.
she asked. HAS nothing happeneda n
:" What should happen, You dear old
sleepy owl, you? oh, yes; I broke
your Indian china bowl. A sin confessed
is half redressed We meet, but we
miss you; we linger to caress you-at
least 4 do. By-the-way, I'm afraid the
Reverend Clarence is getting horribly
bored with mel ST. ydiss sd' sEd eli 7
"a What impossible nonsense, Flora y
Was love teaching Flora to prevaricate
The following night, as Bell was going
softly down to the kitchen for mustard,
the door of Mr.. Gascoigne's study
opened, and the draught blew out her
candle ms lie closed it and came forward.
2 g You keep late yigils, Mr.. Gas
'coigne," She exclaimed. cit has just
struck 12." 'saA % ITO
"The truth is" he exclaimed, CT had
gotten .behindhand with my sermon I've
been dissipating too much, I'm afraid,
with your lively friend.
"And of what do you suppose Flora
is afraid ? That you are getting bored
with her % r,,..,...- IA. .efi
"Bored with Flora q" he repeated,
smiling broadly. " Can't you imagine
who never bores me ?"
Is it a riddle?' laughed Bell, with a
sob in her throat. "I suppose l might
guess with great effort of imagination y
Why did he torture her with his conf
dences ?"
81 should think you might" he pur-
sued, still smiling, but not so confident
ly. During your absence at Mrs. Ray
mond's bedside have become confirmed
in a sentiment whose existence l had
only suspected before. Is there any
hope for me, l wonder?" ...
"Any hope ?" she answered confus-
edly-" any hope? how can tell?"
Don't you know?" he asked, mourn
fully, his great dark eyes shining appeal
ingly in the dim light. Couldn't you
find out, dear Miss Bell? Couldn't you
give me morsel of encouragement? ?"
q could-I will find out-if you
wish. 1 would give it now-this min
ute-you know would, don't you ?-if
/ could-if L dared-if 1 were certain"
Did he doubt that Flora loved him?
Bless you he said fervently.
am willing to wait; it is so much better
than despair dealt Mt one blow" Then
he lighted her candle from his own, and
left her, with blank dismay pictured
upon her face. There was no question
but her matchmaking had succeeded,
and she herself was in love with Clar-
ence Gascoigne Another woman might
have played false at this unexpected
crisis, and deemed that all was fair in
love, but Bell Raymond Was of finer
clay.
You dear old go-betweea," cried
Flora, when Bell made her revelations,
/" the Bishop Valentine himseN couldn't
hold candle to you. It's too good to
be true. Do love him? Don't II
Confirmed in sentiment whose ex-
istence he had only suspected before
Mrs. Raymond'9 illness, is hea Well,
l must confess hardly expected such
good fortune. He's so reserved, sup
pose, and-and-- Why, he has never
so much as kissed my hand, or pressed
it. though he has had plenty of oppor-
tunity. Well, yon can go tell him that
the adage, 'Faint heart never won fair
lady, is disproved. I'll wait heye."
Somebody knocked family ut DIR. Gas
coignes study door. "Come in" he
said, mistaking it for the maid.
Fiona is waiting for you in the par
lor," began Bell.
Waiting for me Flora repeated
Mr.. Gaseoigne.
Eyes. L have told her she is wait
ing to confirm your hope, Dir. Gas
coigne. She bids me say that the adage,
FAINT heart never won far lady, Is
When you intima5ed to me
the other night shat you loved her, I
that it was not in vain, but /
could not be certain, you know. Now 1
knoW she loves yen with all her heart.
L am sure of it. Don't let me keep you
an instant it mast seem like an eternity
to Flora. She is waiting fer you--in
the parlor. Go! Why do you hest
tate? Don't you believe me ?"
Mr. Gascoigne had risen, deathly pale,
with solemn, wounded look in his
shining eyes, and great circles growing
beneath them; his lips moved without
forming words His whole attitude was
that of one overcome with unexpected
happiness, il seemed to Bell, as he
steadied himself by grasping with
trembling hands the chair beside him.
"You told Flora that I loved her 7"
he gasped. You told her that ! loved
her
"Why, yes; I told her you had been
confirmed in sentiment whose exist
ence you had only suspected before You
were thrown together so much by Aunt
Milly's illness, repeated Bell.
"And you say that Flora loves me :?