The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-03-05


stung him--but how? She had cer-
tainly said netting pulrind to him, and
only meant his good in all tAatoshe bad
said. But he wished she had not said
anything, or that he now could forget
her words Had he stolen any woman's
time or robbed any man OF his own?
was he social thief? His mother had
certainly couched that accusation In the
form of some very pointed questions,
and he had never known her to falsely
accuse any one. =.
He rested very uneasily in that seat
now. But we leave him as he reclined
there that July afternoon with his
broad-brimmed hat drawn over his
handsome face, dreaming and trying to
drive from his memory the fair young
faces that now forced themselves in
fancy before him, in vivid outlines
touched with new meaning. There
was but one face among them that was
really beautiful to him, and that was
the intelligent face of his tenants
daughter. But what of that now2 Had
he not smiled alike on all OF them?
and would she trust him now, If he
should declare in favor of the one he
really lovedp
Addie Merton mad two confdants-
| two to whom she turned in every emer-
gency--one was her father, the other
her mother, and she had always found
them equal to every occasion. But
now would they fail her in this little
! adventure she was about to make for
| the reformation OF the man she loved?
1t was now almost two months since
they had received the news of her un-
cle's death; he was her. mothers only
brother, and very eccentric man, and
! for wears had been a widower without
children, and had willed his entire es-
tate, except $4,000 to his sister, to Adobe
Merton, the namesake of his early-lost
but idolized wife.
This" said Addie to her father,
Harry Wentworth must not know"
and so it had been kept family secret.
She believed that Harry loved her, but
she must be sure it was for herself
alone. She knew that the next day
Harry Wentworth was to visit the gypsy
camp to have his fortune told: he had
mentioned the fact to her, and she
seized upon this bit of information, de-
termined to give him a lesson, If posi-
bile, that would arouse him to nobler
manhood and awaken his conscience In
the spots where it lay asleep. She was
resolved that he should be called cox
comb, name that she knew he de-
spised and did not dream that he de-
served. Love making was as natural to
him as singing to canary, or rs honey
stealing to the bee-he did not study
twas unfettered by any rules; his
sentences were spontaneous and his
eyes could speak volumes.
al have it all arranged, father" said
AdGie, 'and [ want You to carry me out
to the camp In the morning, and then
take care of yourself somewhere In
watching distance until Harry shall
have heard his fortune and gone home (;
then you may call for me-"
1t was beautiful morning, and the
forest was full of music, and Harry
Wentworth drove gayly along, wonder
ing what the initials of his wife's name
would be according to the dusky di-
viners-what color her eyes and hair
would be-if they would have her
short or tall. He secretly wished they
would describe Addie Merton, but then,
thought he, they always make the i'm
agnary wife an heiress, and that Addie
is not No, Addie is only my tenants
daughter hol who says she is
only my tenants daughter?" He said
this aloud, and was SO ashamed of his
Observation-Disclosures that he stopped his
horse and looked around to see if any
one was III nearing distance. And as he
rode on again he said to himself, "She
is my tenants daughter, but not only
that she is Harry Wentworth's sweet
heart, and he means one day to make
the world and his mother aware of it..
Hey, boy, where is that queen of the
woods that sees back ward and forward
and all of "a fellows life a. a glance"
said Harry, as he alighted from his car
rage and began to arrange his horse in
comfortable quarters under shade
| tree.
Follow me-" said the boy; "there
are more 'un one here as can do that,
but if it's her that knows most about
you you're after seem that woman'll
show you to her." said he, turning and
pointing to q Notwithstanding bundle
OF black skin and rags that sat or log
under an old beech tree, who did not
seem to notice him until he had adj
vanced quite close to her and asked /:
Are you the fortune teller?" She
arose and looked sharply at him for a
moment, and then her keen, dark glance
faded into vacant stare; she then led
him into little tent, dingy and quaint
looking, where sat yelled figure at
which the old woman pointed and
said; There's the one, she'll tell
you all you want to know, and more
too"
Harry felt the buoyancy of his spirit
depart and his nerve almost give way !;
he half wished that a gypsy man in
stead OF woman would tell his fort
une, but oil he had to do now was to
pay the sum demanded, hear his fort
une and be gone with his knowledge.
II see much that is interesting in
your hfe," said the gypsy, taking his
hand in hers and gazing through her
veil into his soft palm. "You have had
great deal of pleasure in your time
much of it the result OF an inactive
mind" Here he thought of having de-
frauded young men, as his mother had