The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1879-10-10

20. Che was q queenly, statuesque crea-
ture, with asfignre resembling Canova
statue, surprised into life. She had
fine little hands and dainty little feet
full, white neck, delicate and grace
full; face pure and innocent in its
fresh beauty-such one as Correggio
would have given to the angels-fYamed
in silky, luyurisnt hair, brown in shade
and golden in the sunlight; mouth
a tritie large, with well-formed lips,
dewy and red.
Her mother was dead and she lived
with her father, retired army officer
in an elegant little house in secluded
part of the city.
you were very late last night, miss, "
said Maj. Linton the next morning al
the breakfast table.
"Yes, papa, answered the young lady
demurely chopping her egg, and she
related the events of the preceding
night.
"A fine young fellow" said the Major
as she concluded.
"a brave and honorable man." re-
joined Frances.
take care, my dear. Don't fail in
love with h:m?"
"You foolish old papa, cannot one
admire gentleman without falling in
love with him."
One afternoon as Miss Linton was
cuddled in an arm chair, enjoying the
last new novel, the door-bell rang.
GOOD gracious! who can that be p
said she, somewhat annoyed at the in
terruption, and opening the door she
admitted Maurice CORTLAND
Welcome" she exclaimed in a
pleased voice II almost persuaded my
self that you had forgotten u.s."
"You We're doing me great injustice,
Miss Linton" he replied.
Papa, this is Mr.. CORTLAND" said
Frances, introducing him to her father.
How are you, sir? Proud to know
you" said the Major, giving Maurice a
cordial, old-fashioned Misunderstanding.
Il consider it the greatest pleasure in
the world to have the opportunity of
thanking you for your efforts in behalf
of my daughter
Don't mention it, sir"
But begad, sir, 1 will, he continued.
ANY man who protects helpless girl
from insult is my friend. Sit down;
my boy, and make yourself comforts
able"
"The weather has been very sultry of
late" said Maurice to Miss Linton, as
he revived the old hackneyed subject
for wart of better enc.
"perfectly miserable" she replia1
Il spent the summer with friend at
the seaside and l actually pine again
for the bracing breezes of old ocean,"
The new play at the Farringford is
success"
Yes; and it is horrible affair, and
only could have emanated from dis
ordered imagination"
Indeed! Why so severe?"
Il play the heroine, Rosalie De Cour-
cey, and after being drugged, poisoned
and shipwrecked, l am resuscitated,
and brought back to life again in the
last act to confound villainy and pun
ish vice. It's quite remarkable pro-
duction, assure you."
During this conversation the Major
emerged from the other room, bringing
with him decanter of sherry and a few
choice cigars.
Now, my boy, help yourself" he
said.
Maurice filed three tiny glasses and
handed one of them to Miss Linton.
Excuse me-" she said. q do not
touch it,"
Frances" said the Major, "sing that
favorite song of yours for Mr.. Court
land"
Perhaps Mr.. CORTLAND objects to
being bored"
THAT is an unkind remark" replied
the young man.
She seated herself at the piano, and
sang that very pretty ballad OF PATHS
called Come when you will, I've a well
come for thee" Maurice turned the
leaves for her, and, as she was singing
the last words, their eyes met. She
and he felt slightly embar-
rassed.
Play something operate" said the
Major, automatically.
Yes, papa" answered Frances, du-
tifully, and she sang an aria from
H"|i" Al III cAquloiIc anu uulSueU
manner.
Miss Linton, you are true artist"
said Maurice, enthusiastically.
. fear that you are fatterer," she
replied.
You cannot call the truth flattery."
Why this haste?" said the Major,
as the young man was about to take
his leave. "Stay and dine with u.s."
|" Come again." said Miss Linton.
Remember we shall expect YOU"
Don't forget, my boy, that you are
1t all times an honored guest at my
house."
Maurice departed with the impress
sion that he had had very pleasant after
noon of it, and that Miss Linton's pa
'ernal relation was a jolly old brick.
CHAPTER III.
by THE SAD SEA WAVES"
The dramatic season was over, and |
,he players, like birds of passage, had