The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-11-08

Miss Jellaby rose mt one beautiful
August morning and, throwing open
her chamber window, shifted once or
twice Mt the fragrance coming up from
the roses in the garden below. Then
she hunted a moment for her specta-
cles upon the bureau, and, putting them
on, looked eagerly at Randall Cottage,
over the way. A very modest, pretty
little home it was, with roses and
syringas growing under each window,
and woodbine and jessamine climbing
over the door: but Miss Jellaby was
not admiring its beauty just then.
She looked up Mt front window on
the second floor, and gave vicious
snort.
As L expected, She isn't up yet,
and here it is o'clock! And where is
he, | wonder?"
Before she had time to answer the
question as it was asked mentally
the front door of the cottage opened,
and Miss Jellaby, shrinking behind her
curtain, saw handsome, sun-burned
man come out, and go down the garden
walk, with cigar in his mouth. 1t was
easy to see, by the slight roll in his
walk, that he had been sailor, though,
for the matter of that, his bearing,
handsome face, and frank, hearty man
ner, would have told the tale, if he had
never stirred a step. With his hands in
his pockets, he sauntered among the
roses, bending down now and then, and
always removing the cigar from his lips
when he did SO.
He couldn't do more if he was
speaking to woman said the spinster,
applying her eye to hole left purpose
ly in the white curtain. The man is
mad about flowers 1 do believe, and she
is topch beyond him, if such thing
can be. All, there she comes-and
dressed in blue bingham, too. l won
der what her morning-gowns cost her
throughout the year. And her slippers
oh, mercy there they go right through
the wet-well, there"
Words failed the worthy spinster
Meanwhile the owner of the slippers
(and very pretty little affairs they were
--bronzed laced daintily and rosetted
with a spangle that shone like n dew
drop tripped down the walk, so light
ly that the gentleman did not hear her
step, and, coming upon him as he bent
over bed of violets, gave him push
that sent him on his face among them.
To see her laugh-to see him blunder
up and chase her through the alleys
to see him kiss her, when he prisoned
her at last in his arms-and to see her
pretend to box his ears for twas
sight for loving heart to watch-but
Miss Jellaby, over opposite, nearly
tainted away with horror. She rang her
bell violently, and squarefaced, sour
looking woman, who had lived with her
for years, made her appearance.
"Susan!"
We'll" said that amiable domestic
briefly.
Before Miss Jellaby could speak the
unconscious pair transgressed against
propriety again.
Walking up and down in broad day
light, with his arm around her waist
just look at her, Susan Do you mean
to stand there and tell me that that man
is only her brother?"
Dear me, ma'am-how can L tell? /
only know that they look alike, and that
they have the same name"
"How do you know"
Because / saw their linen one day mt
the laundresses, and hers was marked
Helen Graham, and his Philip Graham.
And the servant told the woman that
she had always lived with Miss Helen
and Master Philip, when they were at
their own home in England. What more
do you want ?"
Susan, you will break my heart yet
4 am sure of it, is it possible You
knew all this? When did You find it
out?"
Tuesday"
"And this is Friday. For three whole
days you have kept me in this dis