The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1879-01-10
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Willie Stansfeld was clerk in Lon
don and Indian bank. He was an or
phan, and had but one or two distant
relatives. Not very many friends either
could he boast of, but two he had, both
sincere and one powerful. Mr.. Marley,
a lifelong friend of his father, had pro-
cured him his present appointment i'll
the bank, of which he, Mr.. Manley, was
a Director; and Mr.. Turner had known
him from boyhood, and counseled him
on all important matters.
Willie" said the latter, what is this
whisper which reaches me that some
thing more than kind feeling has risen
up between you and Laura Manley?"
A question of this character put to
youngsters of Internationally gener-
ally disconcerts them a little, but Willie
replied, pretty readily
There may be people in the world so
clever that they have penetrated both
into Miss Manley's heart and my heart,
and there discovered secret" he an
swered; "but that one single person
ever saw the smallest outward manifes-
'tation of affection between us, / most
positively deny.
=" You will see in moment, Mr.. Tur-
ner, how awkwardly / have been placed
L confess it at once, 1 am strongly at
tached to Miss Manley. and / do not
think / am uncared for by her; but
what an outrageous thing for me to
entertain the smallest hope of any use
full result Here is Mr.. Manley, who
was my fathers friend and has been
mine, no doubt He is a man of great
wealth, and of high position and infu-
.ence. He has only one child, Laura.
How do you think he is likely to view
any advances towards her by his humble
protege-the clerk III the bank at ESQ
a year? You will yourself say, Mr..
Turner"
"That You had better speak less ex-
.citedly, Willie. That vehement temper
of yours does not show signs of mend
ing"
1t never will, Mr.. Turner" contin-
ued the young gentleman, land, what
is more, do not much care about its
mending; l would always rather speak
out, and to the mark. Well, you are
quite right" he added, in IA softened
tone; 81 have no wish to conceal any
thing from you but this feeling between
Laura Manley and myself is thing 1
do not venture to think of. The mo-
ment my thoughts turn that way
wrench them IN another direction.
Every feeling of duty toward Mr.. Man
ley requires me not to see Laura Manley,
not to think of her, not to go where she
is, never to let any association recall
her: but, o, Mr.. Turner"
well, Willie?"
Il love her with all my heart"
Rather an unfortunate ending to
your long speech, and not suggestive of
much hope OF your carrying out your
good designs. Do you imagine Mr.
Manley has any suspicion of this mat
ter?'
mo. He cannot have the slightest "
Il fancy he has"
"What? Mr.. Turner, forgive my be-
ing so warm-tempered-I will be as
calm as possible. If any dastardly
creature, if any despicable person, man
or woman-but no, no, am wrong-do
tell me, my kind, good friend, why dc
you surmise-"
There, pray let it rest. / quite un'
.derstand You will not, on any ac.
count, seek to deepen the present mis-
-chief-for mischief it is, you know
Wilhe-but will do your utmost to efface
it?"
"Mr. Turner look here; this is the
principal reason why j am doing all
can to induce the bank to give me al
appointment Just vacant in India. My
application is to come before the Di
rectors tomorrow. Mr.. Marley, as yor
know, has been in the country fol
months. / have written to him, beg
cling him to support my request; if n,
does, it is sure to be granted, but"
"Well, why do you hesitate?"
"Why, though Mr.. Manley is my yer,
kind friend, he is such an odd-tempered
impulsive man, that / never can rel,
upon him in any particular matter. /
he should refuse me in this, 1 shall no
hesitate to tell him frankly that it vii
he a proceeding so inconsiderate, show
NO such thorough want of real inter
est in my welfare-such complete cal
lousness-
Mercy on me, Willie-spare me an
other outburstl Let us await events.
These soon revealed themselves. Tn
sneakers were in Willie Stansfield
lodgings when the above conversation
took place, and Mr.. Turner was leaving
when the postman brought Letter
Stansfield read il, and then flung
into the corner of the room.