The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-03-05
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ne ~ with. She was of medium
with brown hair and large. lus-
trous eyes of the same color. fresh
complexion, and light, elastic step.
She had received her education from
her mother, but now that she had NOM
ey she meant to take more thorough
course, "but do not mention school go
ing nor school teaching" said she to her
father, after having disclosed ell her
plans to him, "for cannot bear to have
people talk of my plans before they arc
executed, for if they prove successful it
is time enough for congratulations. and
if unsuccessful for COMMUNICATION"
CHAPTER III.
Days, weeks and months went by, and
still was Harry Wentworth in the shad-
| ow. He found no more sunshine that
satisfied him in the society OF those with
whom he had firted and idled SO many
precious days away. Their witching
smiles and winning wor Is were lost on
him. He was suddenly out OF society
went from home only when urgent
business called him. One day saucy
little beauty, who had been half in love
with him, told him that, "if he must
wear mourning for Addie Merton, he
would look better with it on his hat
than on his face"
L have arranged to leave home to-
morrow, for the East. l shall be gone
for few weeks, and hope you will not
be lonely without me-" said Harry to
his mother, about one year after the
departure of Addie from Merton Cot
tage.
Time and again had he closed his
room door and locked it, and seated
himself in his great arm chair before
his elegant writing desk, and spoiled
sheet after sheet of the very daintiest
paper; he could just get down the words
Miss Addie," then, for a change,
Dear Addie," and so on till his heart
would fll with the unutterable. At last
he cor cluded to go to her instead OF
trying to write to her.
The grandeur of the mountains, the
heavenly beauty of the Juniata that
winds like a line of light around their
base, the busy cities, the sleepy villages,
the silent fields, the lonely forests were
TO him as if he saw them not. Addie
Merton was the prelude, the interlude,
and concluding symphony of his souls
song-the burden of his hearts thought.
Nor was he aroused from his reverie
until the great city was reached and he
stood alone and unknown among the
busy, crowding populace.
The crimson and gold light of glori-
Gus sunset tinged with worthless beauty
the tops of the old chestnut trees that
stood like sentinels around the magnifi-
cent home of the Vintons. Addie Mer-
ton and Maud Vinton had been for al
most year close students in one OF the
best schools of Philadelphia, but were
now engaged i'll a happy vacation. They
were reclining in an old rustic seat, over
which an arch had been made by bend.
ing and fastening together the tops of
two trees, which were now thickly grown
over by fragrant honeysuckle. Nor did
they see, through the massive wall of
green and yellow, the handsome form of
one who paused on his pathway toward
the house at the mention of his name
by voice familiar and musical to him.
1t was not right TO hear what he knew
was not intended for third party, but
he had no power to resist the tempta-
ton.
81 tell you, Maud Vinton, am not
engaged to Harry Wentworth, and it
makes me impatient to have you couple
and take our names In vain, simply be-
cause told you be is the best that
know of his sex; ard here let me tell
you that even he is not without his
grievous faults L haven't a lover, and
if 1 had l should not want to make him
a topic of conversation. See, Maud,
these honeysuckles are almost as pretty
as those orange flowers you will wear
next Wednesday night" said Addie,
holding mp a wreath she had twined.
YES" sad Maud, without raising
her eyes, for she WAS wee blt stung by
Adde'S remarks, since size had talked
to her almost necessarily about Carl
Summers. She loved to talk OF him.
and it seemed TO her topic that could
never be exhausted, and had not thought
till now that it might possibly be more
interesting to her than to her silent
listener. Il hope" she said, timidly,
II have not wearied you, talking of my
lover"
NOC III INC lehSG. IL mas uOuC me
more good than you know. Your con-
fidence in his singleness of heart has
touched the buds of charity in mine,
and who knows but what they will
sometime blossom into beautiful faith
in lover who will not have his heart
divided nor hissweethearts multiplied
lover who is all mine ?" said Addie in
an apologize tone.
"Then 1 take it that Harry Wentworth
is somewhat Byronical in his nature !;
has loved good number but there,
the tea bell is ringing; let's go, and after
some refreshments, and when the sweet
love-making moon laughs down upon
us, you may be in better humor, and
be communicative enough to let me
know, at least, whether Harry is great,
burly, red-whiskered man, or delicate
frame with mellow brown hair and orbs
to match"
maud, you are q persistent little
tease; but earnestly, wish you would
not mention that name again, and, il
you please, excuse me this evening from
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