The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-07-19

I spoke the words aloud, and then |
started up in alright, for there at my
side was an eltish little figure, and 1 !
heard cry that at first scarce thought
earthly. Yet it was but Scotch Jennie,
who had followed me.
"Why do We call for your true love
now ?" she said "ye sent him fra We for
sake o. the young Squire"
"How dare you follow and watch
me?"
But she caught my sleeve.
"Dinna be vexed," she said. "Just
bide a wee, and answer what l speer.
It's for love of you, for seen We waste
like the shaw wreath in the sun sin the
Squire wooed We. Was il your will the
lad that loved the ground ye tred on
should have his ring again2"
What do you meant" said.
"I'll speak gin lose my place, said
Jennie. ct rode with the mistress to
young DIR. Locke's place past the moor,
and there she lighted and gave him a
ring, snd what she said 1 know not, but
it turned him the tint o. death, and said
he: There's ma drop O. true blind in
woman gin she is false And he
W blC Will dnl CONCICu nlb CJCo,
an your grannie rode home. There,
tbs all ken-wull it do ?"
SAY, Jennie, f" said 1; "Heaven bless
You n
And had 1 wings on my feet could
not have come to the cottage door
sooner.
/ stood before my grandmother,
trembling and white, and said: "Oh,
don't tell me, grannie, you have cheated
me and robbed me of my true love by a
| lie. Did you steal the troth ring from
my neck and give it back to Evan, as if
| from me? You I've loved and honored
my life long-Td rather die than think
it."
She turned scarlet.
"True love p said she; "you've but
one love now-'Squire Turner"
"You have done it !" cried. Its
written on your face"
And she looked down at that and fell
to weeping.
"My own true love was breaking his
heart" she said. "My husband and 1
had loved for fifty years. 1 did it to
save him. Could let girls fancy,
worth nothing, stand in my way. and see
him beggar in his old age? Oh, girl,
girl %
And then 1 fell down at her feet like a
stone. / knew nothing for an hour or
more; but then, when was better, and
they left me with Jennie, 1 babe her
fetch my hood and cloak and her own;
away / went across the moor in the
starlight to where the hall windows were
ablaze with light, and asked the house
keeper to let me see the Squire.
She stared at me for my boldness--no
WONDERFUL called him. So in a mo-
ment he stood before me in his evening
dress, with his cheeks flushed and his
eyes bright. and led me into little room
and seated me.
Agatha, my love, / hope uo mis-
chance brings you here" he began.
But | stopped him.
"Not your love, Squire Turner" ]
said. 81 thank you for thinking SO well
of me, but even after all that had passed,
I"
could say no more. He took my
hand.
"Have 1 offended you, Agatha2' he
said.
"Not you. The offense-the guilt
oh, have been sorely cheated !" and all
| could do was to sob and think he
thought me mad.
At last strength came to me. l went
back to the first and told him all-how
we had been plighted to each other,
waiting only for better prospects to be
wed, and how, when he honored me by
the offer of his hand, 1 angered my
grandparents by owning to the truth,
and of the ring Grannie had stolen from
my breast, and the false message that
had sent my promised husband from me.
"And though never see Evan Locke
again." said l, "still can never be an
other mans true love, for am his until
1 die"
Then, as looked, all the rich color
faded out of the 'Squire's face, and L
saw the sight we seldom see more than
once in lifetime-a strong young man
in tears.
AT last he arose and came to me.
My little Agatha never loved me, 1"
he said. "Ah, me The news is bad
i thought she did. This comes of
vanity"
uhoby hiSuCl uui ldiIci HoNC
hearts to give" said. "Mipe had
gone ere you saw me"
And then, kind and gentle as though
L had not grieved him, he gave me his
arm and saw me across the moor, and at
the gate paused and whispered:
Be at rest, Agatha. The Canadian
ship Golden George has not sailed yet. I"
liked him better than 1 had ever
done before that night when 1 told
Grannie that would never wed him.
Eh but he was ct to be King-the
grandest, kindest, best of living men |;
who rode away with the break of the
morrow aud never stopped till he
reached Liverpool, and found Evan
Locke just ready to set foot upon the
Golden George, and told him tale that
made his heart light and sent him back
to me-; hut our young Squire? Heaven
bless him
And who was it that sent old grand
father the deed Of gift that made the
cottage his own, and who spoke kind
word to the gentry for young DR.. Locke
that helped him into practice2 Still no
one but Squire TUT whom We taught
our children to pray for every night. For