The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-08-09


you'll stay here with Rosalie, won't
you, Bob, till we come back ?" L said
to young White; and as spoke l felt
Sally give savage pinch to my arm.
No sooner were we out the door than
she began about poor Bob.
If you have no regard for your daugh-
ters future, and choose to throw her
away on a poor miserable beggar like
Bob White" began Sally.
"Why, my DEAR" broke in, Rosa
lies mere child. Don't begin to plan
about her future, / beg of you. She's
scarcely left off her pinafores, and If ever
there was maiden meditation, fancy
free, anywhere, it hes in the brown eyes
of our Rosalle."
BY this time we had reached the i'm
posing portal of Blacks house, and were
soon ushered into the presence of the
satin and damask ebony. Blacks chill
dren were none of them grown, but were
precocious enough to take the lead in
conversation; and we sat for O whole
mortal hour and listened to the eldest
girl hammer out ca the piano what Mrs.
Black called reverie." / was glad
when Black took me into his library,
where there were some good cigars and
some pretty fair wine, and we left the
women to themselves.
But goodly quantity of poison was
infused into Sally's system and mine be.
fore we left the big, luxurious house, and
we went home together as changed as il
touched by the wand of an enchanter.
"Dear me !" said Sally, "what little
cubby-hole this is declare, it's quite
like baby house."
"Tdlike to have alibrary like Blacks,
said 1, taking up the refrain. "It'snice
to have room," I continued, to Bot
White, "where man can take his
friends. 1t would be far pleasanter, fol
instance, If you and / could have om
game of cribbage without the continual
gable of women in our ears"
"Oh, / don't think So" said Bob"
don't think so at all"
The lad looked over at Rosalie and
blushed ingenuously. The color deep
ened in Rosalie's cheek till it went fal
ahead of the crimson in Blacks SAITH
damask upholstery, and a shy CLEAN shot
from her brown eyes that sent flood OF
light into my obtuse Uranium.
1 began to think Sally was right. Bot
White was all very we'll in his way, but
no sort of a match for my daughter
Rosalie. She was my own eve lamb
the bonniest, best and dearest little CIR.
the sun ever shone upon. And besides
all this, there was the secret conscious
ness that she could, if she wanted to-
dress {" in silk attire, and siller haze tc
spare" / hadn't lived in a plain way
all these years for nothing. People
about me began to realize that although
Brown lived in small house, he was 6
man of no inconsiderable means. Black
had managed to convey this information
to them, and found no fault with this
friendliness on his part. Old White
never thought of such thing as taking
the seat beside me now on our way dowT
in the train; it was generally filled by
more popular parties, and 1 began tC
take quite an interest in the social anG
political discussion.
All this cost me considerable in the
way of time and money. My games O
cribbage were few and far between, ant
put my name to all the subscriptions
they chose to get up; but didn't minC
the money, and had long since deter
mined that the less Rosalie saw O
young White tile better. The colol
grew little less vivid in her rounded
cheeks, and the light less mischievou
and joyous in her eyes; but Sarah sale
i thought this was really more suita
BILE name for my wife's years and digni
ty-that her beauty was growing NOR,
and more refined every day. 1t hal
lately even attracted the attention of Mr.
Percival Green, the junior member @
Blacks firm, and Green was one of thos,
active business fellows who was sure t.
make his mark in the world. 1 told my
wife to spare no expense for Rosalie'l
advancement and happiness, but was
sorry to see lack of spirit upon hel
part, and quiet denial to partake O
these new pleasures of popularity.
One thing was certain-radical meas
ures must be taken to put a gulf be
tween her and Bob White that could
not be readily bridged over. The whole
White family were as proud as Lucifer
and 1 knew 1 should have very little
trouble III convincing them that the OLD
intimacy had better be broken off. ny
new house on the boulevard began t.
take noble dimensions, and had alread,
cost me mint of money. It's marble
halls were spacious enough to chill m,
to the bone, and there was quite mel
oncholy expanse of mud and masonry
in its vicinity.
1t rather surprised me, when put
our snng little place in the hands of the
agent, that my wife was so willing to
part with the furniture, too. 1 thought
a few of the familiar old time-servert
might be used to advantage somewhere
in the new house, and I confess
to a feeling of keen astonishment
when she decided that everything must
go. eve don't want to set up a sec
ond hand Junk shop on the boulevard, >
said Sarah; and 1 was ashamed to foste,
those old-fashioned sentiments, till one
morning found Rosalie crying over my
old armchair in the sitting-room. i
was bungling old trap, covered with 6
queer pattern of chintz, where the tai
of each bird of paradise had gradually
faded with many a washing. But tht
bulgy back seemed to have fitted itsel
to my weary spine, and the well-worr
arms of the chair were always cordially
held out 10 me.
=" I'm glad you've got tear or two Il
spare, Rosy" L said, "at parting will
old friends. I'll never get another 81
/ 1 4. l. l.