The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1881-03-04

during the coming years than you havc
during those that have passed.
She looked at him in dull amazement,
repeating slowly to herself in strained,
unnatural tone:
"Qoing to Europe. Going to Europe"
Heinterruptedhe her impatiently, hastily.
81 see / must refresh your memory,
Christine CAMEL. Most people will
think what / have done and am going to
do is ficndish, devilish; know better
it is an act of mere justice the sequel TO
charming little comedy enacted six
summers ago among the Connecticut
hills. Do you remember, my dear Miss
Cannell," with bitter laugh, ''the
poor day laborer, as you were pleased
to term him, with whom you amused
Yourself during the idle summer days
nearly six years ago? Do you remem-
Der how you arous0l his love, and how,
In return. he sued for yours? ALL / see
YOU begin to recollect. Does my name
recall to your mind now an unpleasant
episode connected with it? Do You re-
collect how you treated the poor farm
laborer's honest avowal of his love for
you? Do you remember how You scorned
and spurned him; how You called him
brute and driveling fool; how you
declined life with him of carrots and
turnips, and patchwork quilts and rag
carpets, as you picturesquely put it?
All, you do remember now, see you
| do"
"Oh, Carl! spare me, spare mel" she
moaned in agony.
"Spare you; did you spare me then,
madam? When l was on my Bonded
knees before you, when begged you to
listen to an explanation from me; when
promised you name, riches love,
everything q man holds dear, did you
spare me?"
go my God, my God, he has no mer-
cy! Carl, you will kill me. shall go
raving mad if you continue"
"Ah" he sneered, cit is my turn now,
madam. You did not know the poor
laborer was man Of wealth working
quietly, patiently, day after day, in
search of that greatest of boons, good
health. You would not listen to my ex-
PLANTATION then; by heavens you shall
hear me now!"
He looked at her for moment with
out saying word, as if gloating over his
present triumph, while she shivered be-
meath his gaze as if stricken with augue.
Then she murmured with trembling
lips:
"Why did you not tell me your true
position at first? Why did you leave me
in ignorance OF your station?"
"Simply. madam" he replied bitterly,
"because / wished to win your heart and
not your hand. You saw fit to make a
plaything of me and cast me off. Even
then my poor deceived love triumphed
over my reason, and / tried to make you
understand, tried to buy you. but you
would not hear me. You said you told
gold by its glitter. Very well. 1 re-
solved to let your motto work its own re-
suit 1 banished myself to Europe for
four years, and then returned TO find you
still unmarried, to win what little heart
You have. to become your affianced hus-
band. Was not the finger of fate in all
that? You had not forgotten completely
the miserable man whom you had
crushed"
"Ah, Christine Cannell, my nature is
an evil one. / am n true lover and a
hard hater and hate you bitterly for
the insult you put upon my manhood;
/ detest you SO thoroughly for your false,
heartless character; L despise you cor
daily for your lack OF all that is womanly,
that wonder how could have the pa
thence to perfect and carry out this just
retribution-for l know that you love
me, know that for the first time
your cold heart has felt the nearest APP
proach to the divine passion of which it
is capable; and glory in the thought
that / am the instrument of furnishing
you for the scores of manly hearts you
have broken by your abominable siren
WAYS and manners"
The poor woman sat huddled in her
chair, limp, almost inanimate, the moon
shedding its cold rays full upon her
white, despairing face. From time to
time she moaned, almost inarticulately.
Carl, you are killing me, killing mel"
Chapman laughed hoarsely.
chilling you" he exclaimed. 'sDid
you ever think Of how you killed, MUIR
dered the b st and purest of my pas
sions-my love? Did you ever think of
how you emptied my heart of its warm
est feelings and filled it with black, bit
ter, misanthropical hate? And you talk
of my killing youl Christine Cannell,
men may say that have worked out only
my revenge upon; they may say that it
is unmanly, less than human; but you
know in your heart of hearts, you know
only too we'll, that you are but receiving
justice. You know that you have wrecked
my life as completely as you have done
the lives of others.
"Do you see this?" he continued,
drawing glove from his pocket; lyon
once wore this, and the last time it left
your hand was upon beautiful Septem-
Der day six summers ago. You threw it
from you with these words:
"'I cast you from my mind as do
this glove, and will forget you as soon.
"Ah, you remember it now. Well,
Madame, as l have said, 1 sail for
Europe There is n little Christian
charity in my composition, nothing but
poor, weak human nature, and before /
go 1 think it my duty to return your
glove and with it your own words:
"I cast you from my mind as l do
this glove, and will forget you as soon. y"
He threw the glove at her feet, and
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