The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-05-11
LOVE AND LAW.

LAACAS edS WV bhtSo w tlOoC
questions, You know, said Murray Len
nOx.
Mr. Arkwight, the lawyer, balanced
himself on the two hind legs of his chair,
and polished the end of his nose reflect
lively.
mot a doubt of it, my young friend,
not doubt of it., be said but, you
see, it's my business to see only one
side"
"That may be law, but it isn't JUS
tice, observed Lennox. 49,.
"The two terms are not necessarily
Synonymous"
q did not come here to chop logic, -
said Lennox, little impatiently.
We'll" nodded Mr.. Arkwright, with
the least possible approach to a smile ON
his lips, 81 didn't begin it,
just let's sum up the question" said
LennOx. "Here l am, made unexpect-
edly rich by the discovery of an old
paper, whose very existence has been
unsupported for years -
Exactly So" assented Lawyer Ark
wright, under his breath.
" And these young girls-these Miss
Elerslies-are made beggars by the same
discovery -
:" Not beggars, my dear young friend,
not beggars; you are altogether too
sweeping III your assertions.
" But they are seriously impover-
ished ?"
Well-yes L suppose that is the
state of the case. But you are not re-
sponsible for that"
90 In q measure I am "
"Quixotism, Mr.. Lennox-mere Quix-
otism. Pray dismiss any such far
fetched idea from your head L assure
you =
:" | beg your pardon, Mr. Arkwright /;
| did not propose to detain you further
than to obtain the address of Mr.. Ellers-
he.'
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders,
but nevertheless wrote few words on a
slip of paper. Murray Lennox glanced
at it in surprise.
What, it is a tenement house in
Bland street y he exclaimed.
Exactly so; but it is quite respect
able neighborhood, 1 believe"
Mr.. Arkwright plunged once more
into a drift of tape-tied packages and
big books bound in dingy russell leather,
as his eccentric young client departed.
Tenement houses may answer every
purpose of shelter and protection, but
they are not the exact beau ideal of
home. And this tall red brick in Bland
street was no exception to the general
rule.
1t was unquestionably "genteel,"
however. Miss Farley kept a select
school on the first floor Mr.. johnson,
who gave lessons on the flute and piano,
and Mrs. Drecy, who "cut and fitted
dresses in Partisan style on the very
lowest terms, occupied the second
story; and two or three pale seamstress-
es, II wood engraver, clerk, and man.
utacturer of artificial flowers were
packed compactly away above, like sar-
dimes in a box; and two young ladies
had the southeast room on the fourth
floor, young ladies' who, to use the origi-
nal expression of Mrs. Ryan, the land
lords wife, chad seen better days"
Kate Ellerslie sat by the window that
dreary November day, her chin resting
on her hands, and her eyes fixed mourn
fully on the opposite roof, where q colony
OF dust-colored sparrows were pluming
their wings. She was bright, regular
featured brunette, with large brown eyes
and very dark hair, her figure slender
as o reed and quite as graceful.
She looked up languidly as the door
opened, and Emily, her junior by two
years, came in.
EMILY Ellerslie was not at all pretty.
No one would have vouchsafed her
second glance in the street no poet
would ever have been stimulated to rhy-
metic rhapsodies over her gray-blue eyes
or brown tresses yet when you came
face 60 face with her you could not but !
confess that she was very pleasant to look |
upon, with wholesome pink cheeks, a |
entirely independent of "rose
balm, or cream ofpearls, and pretty, |
regular teeth, that shone brightly when
ever she smiled or spoke.
"Goodnews, Kate =! she said, cheerily, |
taking off her hat as if it were an en-
cumbrance to the pretty head. GIVE a
whole dozen plain shirts to make
Kate looked distastefully down upon
the bundle of 'plain work" which her
sister tossed gleefully into her lap.
Shirts ~ she sighed. ooh. Emily
who would ever have thought we should
come to this ?"
'Shirts aren't disagreeable TO make ,
said Emily cheerfully. "All we have 70
do is to fancy them embroidery or crochet
work ~
MY imagination is not so powerful as
that 70
Cultivate il then, dear" said the
young sister, with laugh. "These must
bc finished by Saturday noon."
" By Saturday noonp cried Kate, fret |
fully. alt is not possible"
ooh, yes, it is. Como, dear, get your
thimble.