The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-06-08

the eye of the law but few hours. True,
she loved him all The same, and sat moan.
ing and rocking herself back and forth
rs though she would shake the burden
Of grief from her shoulders. There were
children, there was 10 be school and
We were expecting Miss Grey to teach it..
Being in the position we were, and occu.
pying large place in the confidence OF
Mr. May, lie had informed us that his
board had determined TO send Miss Grey.
She was not personally knownto us, nor
had we ever seen q photograph of the
lady But it was no trouble for us 10 fan
cy all she must be, as we will create some
form for the person presented 10 our
minds usually. Pretty women don't go
TO Sandy Clutches 10 teach, especially
young, marriagcablc ladies; their charms
are too great for them to think OF hiding
from an admiring world entirely for the
worlds sake. These facts common sense
dictated TO our minds.
So we prcpared-as we waited the com
Ing oithc mail-.fora TALL thin, quadrang.
ular female, with long, thin face, wa.
terry, weak eyes, sharp nose straddled
with, perhaps, gold spcctaclcs, drab tray
elling dress, blue woollon stockings, and
list shocs-though we scarcely expected
a glimpse at thcm--a bottle of cold tea in
one hand and blue cotton umbrella in
tho other. We waited, kicking our toes
In the sand, and thinking alternately Of q
leader for the Weekly and Miss Grey.
We saw the mail whirling down the
grade and thought with lively satisfac-
Sandy Gulch, that gave us the privilege
Of welcoming Congressional aspirants,
members Of the Legislature, and that old
maid schooldame.
AS the maid ncared us we saw brown
hood with blue lining, and the sweetest
face ii had ever been our fortune 10 look
upon. The eye so clear and laughing, the
fair shiny hair-not dead, but vivacious,
smiling hair-a sweet little mouth, whose
lips looked the very couch of love, her
face soft and round like q child's.
We were absolutely overcome and mac.
tive. The crowd did not try to suppress
their joy, but gave prolonged shout Of
welcome. :" Ain't she sumner, though :"
Pwcttyer than chunk of pure gold ~
Dained if | ever seed anything 50 trim u
were some few Of the compliments that
greeted her, while we stood rooted TO the
ground. Mr.. May had advanced hat in hand,
aud offered her word Of quiet welcome,
We could say nothing. Some commonplace
remark filed moment, and we went TO
'Ni NiiANN w " iilt III uAlltlc OU ODulNl
Education," and ilattcring notice OF
her arrival Then we began 10 think
we had been hasty in leaving so soon.
This was probably the greatest editorial
error we ever made. We did not think
how much effect n Kind word or quiet
act OF attention would have. or we too
should have carried her bundles TO Mrs.
SINNERS, where she was 10 board But
we did not and Mr. May did
The summer passed.
And with it each day, 10 the little school
house mp the Gulch. passed Miss Grey. The
mountains were glorious in their varied
hucs of autumn And Miss Grey was equal.
ly lovely in her beanty.
Why was it our heart beat more rapidly
and our tough check giowed when she
came near
Why did we feel so backward about
coming forward and walking home with
Miss Grey rs she came each evening down
the little path, swinging her sunbonnct by
the strings
lie was not backward, but cool and
self possessed. He met her and walked
where we so much wanted to be-by herI
side. We discovered that we dislkcd hlr.
May. 1ic was growing absolutely odionsI
TO us. We never saw him walking slowly
up the Gulch toward the school-house that
VIC did not have this feeling
We came from our walk one EVENING"
in the carly spring, and saw Mr. May plac-
ing blossoms in her hair, and thcn-kiss
her
Well, we sigh as we think Of it, there
in the wild West, SO near where the sun set
set on our love years ago.
People spoke of his goodness, and one
rcd-shirtcd admirer had sworn in our
presence that he'd die for that ere
preacher. You ought seed him, Mister :;
just ought seed the way he nurscd my
pardncr when he got cut mp at Peters
Bailic-him and that school marin help
in him." Aye, we found we disliked him
because he liked her
We found that with perfect harmony Of
soul these hearts had met and mingled.
We are alone. Rev Milton May wonl
" Miss Grey, Of sandy Gulch. "
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