The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-05-18

ga week can make no difference
William. / have tried you, and proved
you; we love each other fondly.
William, will be your wife tonight.
| His handsome face lighted up with 6
proud, triumphant smile, and he kissed
her fondly, just as approaching footsteps
warned them.
"Lilias, Lilias, where is the key OF
Uncle Peters safe9 1 want the dia.
monds ; it is high time was off, and Sin
Irvine Tressell never likes to see lady
later than ten."
Clarice came rapidly down the stairs
to the apartment where, in the shade,
Lilias and her lover stood. She could
not see them at all plainly, for the gas
was turned down to twilight-dark-
ness.
con the ebony cabinet in my room,
Clarice."
AS Lilias replied, Clarice frowned in
displeasure.
1T seems to me, Miss Bradley, you
had better invite your followers into the
breakfast parlor another time. The
drawing room is intended for the lady of
the house, remember"
Lilias made a careless curtsey.
"Uncle Peter is master, not you, Clar-
ice. l shall use the drawing room just
as long as he sees fit."
"YOu are bold mink, and shall be
turned out of this house, as sure as that
my name will be Lady Tressel."
Clarice Mountjoy ascended the steps
again, while Lilias deprecatingly ex-
planned and apologized to her lover.
"Never mind, dearest" replied
William Sherrard. "In our new house
she shall not annoy you, whether she be
Lady Tressell or anybody else."
Poor girl, she does not enjoy life
much. She is in love, hopelessly in love,
with this Sir Irvine Tressell you heard
her mention"
"Who is he, do you know ?"
81 have never seen him Inever have
cared to see anybody since / knew you,
WILL"
He pressed her hand tenderly.
"And now, Lille darling, will wait
here while you get ready for a quiet
wedding at the church, where all things
are waiting, for knew you would con-
sent. Send Uncle Peter down wish
to talk to him."
He kissed her as she left him, SO
happy, and with the same peculiar smile
playing on her lips.
"The noble fellow - she murmured !;
chow impatient 1 am to tell him my
secret 7!
With rose tinged cheeks, and proud
consciousness of beauty in her sapphire
eyes, she hastily made her toilet smiling
the while, and anon trilling little air
that relieved her full heart.
1t was heavy, dead silk of rich,
golden-white that she wore, and over it a
filmy lace robe, that floated like a cloud
about her slender form. Around her
neck she clasped necklace of rarest
diamonds, and fastened coronet about
the veil that rested among her sun-bright
curls.
"He will be so surprised" she re-
peated, joyfully, as over the magnificent
bridal costume she put plain, unpre-
tending muslin robe, simple and sweet.
Down the stairs she went, and into the
drawing room, which, now that Clarice
was gone, and Uncle Peter entered, was
blaze of light.
Lille, darling, you look a very
angel My bride, my little treasure P'
With extended hand, her lover met
her near the door.
fit for Queens levee Why, Will, L
am afraid you could not afford this ex-
pensive wedding-suit p
She blushed, as if conscious of saying
more than she should have done, but he
caught her hands, and laughed gayly.
eve will economize after, to make
up, pet. Come, Uncle Peter, you must
give the bride away"
Together the two entered the carriage
in waiting, and drove rapidly to the
church, where, at the altar, the clergy
man stood ready to unite them.
The ceremony was brief, and Lilias
heard but little of it. She only under
stood that she was being married, and to
her chosen one.
The congratulations were over, and
the pair re-entered the carriage, Uncle
Peter returning home.
William, may L tell you. little
secret, the only one L ever kept from
you-the only one ever will? See, my
husband see my wedding garments. I"
She threw aside the Disgusting robe,
and displayed her elegant costume. In
amazement he gazed at her.
"Silk, laces, diamondsl My dear
wife, do not comprehend"
A delighted smile answered him; and
then she spoke: William, you did not
take a penniless wife. You have mar
ried me for myself, not my money, for /
am wealthy, dearest; the sole heiress to
the great wealth of my deceased parents.
Uncle Peter is my guardian whom 1 de-
sired should appear to own the estate,
while / personated the orphan niece, a
dependent on his bounty. / feared my
wealth would allure those who otherwise
would not have cared for me, but now 1
have found you, my dearest husband, to
be all can desire. We are rich, Will
lam. independently rich"
"Lillie, he murmured, bending his
head to her shoulder, "my Lille, this is
indeed a surprise. But what of your
cousin, Miss Mountjoy2"
She is an adopted child of friend
of mine, who, on her death-bed, gave
her to my mother Poor Clarice. also.
will be penniless, unless she marries her
rich lover, Sir Irvine Tressell." 4"