The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-10-15

do you think ne could ma IL
there?"
"No, / presume not. My sister de-
clares that her purse is safe there, but
mother carries hers in her hat. Either
place is safe. My sister would agree
with you, Miss"
"My name is Jones, sir"
GA very poetic name Mine is Law
rence-Alexande Lawrence. have no
cards with me but am a commercial
traveller from D Il Co., New York. "
Conversation continued. Mr.. Law
renee showed himself more and more
agreeable, and Jennie was completely
won by the charming address OF the
stranger. Although she was a blushing
and sensitive girl, she had some OF her
fathers common sense, and she saw in
the tone and style of her new acquain-
lance a man altogether different from
any one she had ever before met. His
refined ease and Difference made an i'm
mediate impression on her. She was
fascinated, and felt that she had found
an atmosphere where her ightest words
might safely float. There are men who
may we'll be styled male firts, who trifie
with an artless maiden till they read her
soul, and then leave its book Enclosed.
The drummer was such man. Before
the train reached Worcester, Jennie felt
that she had known him for lifetime.
She told him of her own history, of
Perryville, of her fathers wealth, of her
purpose in visiting Boston. With rapt
attention Mr. Lawrence listened, per-
. fectly satisfied to find that he had opened
the girls heart, and encouraging her
confidence by attentive fiattery.
&c You must favor me with your adj
dress while you are in Boston," he said,
Z" for L shall do myself the honor of call
ing on you.
+ Jennie promised that she would, and
fondly imagined her pride at having
such a gentlemanly admirer. In her
heart she determined upon writing to
George Harrison the next day, and ask
ing to be released from her engagement.
Wouldn't it be nice to astonish Perry
vile by announcing her engagement to
such nice gentleman as Mr.. Lawrence
In her mind she married the words,
Mrs. Alexander Lawrence" What
would Ellen White say? Wouldn't all
the good people OF Perryville be aston
ished?
All too soon Worcester was reached.
Jennie's foolish little heart beat rapidly
when Mr.. Lawrence took her hand and
babe her good-by, with a tender ex-
preston of the hope that he might meet
her again in Boston.
Then he went out, and Jennie felt
very lonely. She caught one last
glimpse of him from the car window,
and then the cars went on, and the
dream was over.
So agreeable had been the companion
ship with Mr.. Lawrence that Jennie had
fear of pickpockets. Now the thoughts
came again. There was the dark
bearded gentleman still in the seat be-
fore her. There was-no, there was
not She put her hand to her BOSOM
Her pocket-6ook aOaS gone. She made
the discovery, and announced it with
n little scream, and then a success
sion OF shrieks.
The attention of all the passengers
was excited, and the gallant conductor
came running to the rescue, expecting
to find the lady in an epileptic fit.
ooh, oh 1t is gone He has got
it y she cried, in perfect agony.
"What is it, madam ?" (The con-
ductor did not ask the question very
pleasantly
He has stolen my pocket-book ~
she cried.
"Who, madam ?"
"He-that fellow-that pickpocket -
indicating the astonished gentleman,
who had leaned over the seat, looking
mildly at the young lady.
(Which gentleman ?" asked the con-
ductor, not at all pleased with the dis
turbance.
"That man !" Jennie cried. "Don't
let him get off He has got my money !!
j had 1T In my bosom. and he stole it
Search him Get it -
Madam" the conductor said, cit is
impossible"
He's got it, an you know it I" the
girl demonstrated "You're in league
with him, l know Oh. dear; won't
somebody help me?"
and poor Jennie burst into paroxysm
of tears.
The conductor looked doubtfully mt
the accused gentleman, who immediate
ly said:
Z" If the lady thinks / have her peck
et-book, l am willing that you should
search me, conductor"
The search followed. The gentleman
regarded the conductor with quizzical
expression on his face, as he emptied
first one pocket, then another. The
passengers regarded the proceeding with
amused faces. Jennie anxiously
watched every movement The pocket
book was not found.
90 dear, dear p Jennie cried. What
shall do ?"
Madam" the conductor said, cit
was, no doubt, the young man who oc-
cupied part of this seat that deprived
you of your pocket-book !"
What - Jennie exclaimed, looking
up through her tears. "What! you do
not think he stole it? No, sir that was
Mr.. Alexander Lawrence, from New
York.
"Indeed y the conductor returned.
"And who is hep"
Jennie was nettled.
" He ia one of the incest of men" she,