The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-02-15

" Not that i have such an immense prac-
tice," he continued, hastily, seeing a
slight curl on Lutie's lips; "but what
leisure / have think l ought to devote
to study"
81 wonder you are not studying now"
said Mr.. Spur. 81 never saw such an
old book worm as he is, Miss Lutte. He
looks as If he grudges stopping study to
talk to me when l drop in to see him."
The doctor drew his long beard up over
his lips to hide the smile on them. "Pll
be bound, now, he doesn't waste much
of his precious conversation on you all
here"
eve rarely see him except at meals"
replied Lutte. indifierently. 81 feel
like taking walk. Would you like to
60, Mr.. Spurr?"
81 should be delighted" responded
that gentleman, calamity, twirling his
moustache. "You had better put some
thing around you, Miss Lutte"
Bring me my shawl out of the hall,
then" said Miss Lutte, rising and shak-
out her draperies. "Grandpa, you had
better 60 in now; it is getting cool out
here"
"Child, you oughtn't go out this late
in the evening"" said grandpa, anx-
iously. Reuben, its too cold for her to
go out, is it notY'
"Cousin Lutte thinks she knows what
is best for her." said the doctor, distantly.
81 am going to wrap up well, grand
pa" said Lutte, taking the SHAWL
fieecy white thing-from Mr.. Spurs
hand, and arranging it around her be-
comingly. "Please let me go;" and she
kissed him and hung around him in a
way that came near making Richard
Spur crazy.
"Well, 90 along, them" said grandpa,
looking at her fondly. 81 don't see why
she lets that young Spur go with her so
much" he continued, as they went off,
arm in arm. 81 hope she won't fall in
love with him."
81 don't see how she could" respond
ed Reuben, watching them rather grimly
"She has too much sense to fall in love
wi h such rattlebrain as he."
"My dear boy" said grandpa, slowly,
"did you ever hear of a woman using
her sense when she was in love? The
smarter they are, the greater fools it
makes them. The lovliest woman l
ever knew made herself an idiot over an
ugly little high tempered wretch-and
married him too. Never be surprised at
anything woman may do when she is in
love-"
The doctor lighted cigar and pulled
away in thoughtful silence. He finished
the cigar, and grandpa went in to bed,
and to sleep and to snore; but the prom
enaders did not return. He tossed
the blazing stump away, with a muttered
something that was not exactly a bene-
diction, and marched off to bed with q
very resolved air and much-roughened
| forehead.
The next afternoon was so tempting
that Lutte found it impossible to sit in
the house and work. 1t seems a sin to
stay indoors while there was such sun
shine and such fresh green outside. Sc
she put on her sun bonnet, and with
Endymoin " in one hand and her fishing
tackle in the other, set out for the pond,
to spend the afternoon in way after her
own heart. Farra's Pond, as it was
called, was the admiration and envy OF
the whole country. 1t was in deep
hollow, shaded by beautiful trees, and
was SO large that strangers often mistook
it for lake, much to old Mr.. Farra's de-
light. 1t had been dug by the present
owners father when the adjoining city
was but a humble village. 1t was q
favorite resort of Lutie's, partly on &C.
count of the fine fish in which il
abounded, and partly because of its own
lovely quietness. She soon arrived at it,
and, softly whistling to herself, laid hei
book and lines in the little boat, and
glanced around for signs of fishing
worms. Her experienced eye soon
decided on place, and she began indus.
triously digging for them with an old
single.
"Bah!" she said, as she deposited half
dozen squirming red fellows in the
rusty tin can kept there for the pur.
pose. What nasty things worms are
/ wish one could fish without bait. II
takes away half my pleasure to have to
put them on the hook. There, that's
enough. Oh, mercy! I've got my feet
damp in this horrid wet place; but nc
matter; I'll stick them up on the seat in
front of me, and the sun will soon dry
them"
She went back to the skiG, put her
bait in, and then got in herself, Embossed
it, and padded out beyond the shadows
of the trees into the warm sunshine.
She drew in her paddle and laid it across
her lap, baited her hook, and dropped it
gently into the water, elevated her feet
on the seat in front of her and began to
enjoy herself greatly.
"What sweet thing sunshine isl"
she said meditatively watching the fly
ing cloud shadows and trembling tree
shadows. Lutte was great lover of ma
ture, but she kept it carefully hid. She
had an idea that it appeared sentimental
and weak to go into raptures over birds,
flowers, ETC., and she had great horror
of both those adjectives. al believe /
had bite. Pshaw! no, / didn't. Well,
I'll read awhile. / enjoy reading Keats
out-of-doors on a day like this" she
went on, slowly turning the leaves. at
gives fresher flavor to his lush green
leaves and dew-dabbled poppies' / be-
lieve I'll begin at the beginning. The
first book of 'Endymion' is the best
anyhow"