Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1881-07-09

Clarendon there was quite fiutter
among not few of the tender young
hearts and at least score of black eyes
looked the question who is that hand
some manY
With his mind concentrated upon the
unknown heiress Jasper carefully viewed
the congregation and sighed for some
fairy to whisper to him: That is her.
Presently the organ pealed forth, and
clear, sweet, mezzO-sOpranO voice sang
an anthem, Come unto me all ye that
labor Regardless of the place, Surridge
turned to his next neighbOr and wills
pered:
who is that charming singer?'
Miss Edliffe,' was the startling reply.
The directory had already shown him
there was but one family of that name
in the town, Mrs. Jane Edilffe, II Willow
street; Acantha Edliffe, school teacher, IL
Willow street, evidently this was the
heiress.
What does she look like?' was his next
thought. So he turned round and took
good long look at the singer; resuming
his mental conversation he said, Medium
height, slender, dark eyes and hair, good
complexion, decently though plainly
dressed; she will dor
To make sure that this was the person
he sought, he discreetly followed her
home, and when he saw her enter II Will
low street he was satisfied. He delivered
one of his letters of introduction the next
morning, and as soon as he could he be-
gan to rave over the exquisite voice, the
most delightful voice. he had heard in
church, and innOcently asked the sing
er's name; then, finding that his new
friend knew her, he begged him to pre-
sent him to her.
Chuckling at his good luck, he began
to make delicate but assiduOus love to
Miss Acantha, and was charmed to find
that she did not repulse him; on the con-
trary, after few days she seemed to give
him some little encOuragement-nO
boldly, however, but timidly and innO-
Gently. Mrs. Edliffe was not so cordial
as he could have wished, but still she
was not actually inimical. and there was
no one else to interfere-at least, no one
of whom he knew anything.
'Acantha Edliffe's conduct is really
disgustingT whispered the gOssips with
in week after Surridge's arrival in
Clarendon. Before this stranger ap-
peared she accepted Hubert Luttrells
attentions with avidity, but now she
quite ingOres him.
He hasn't been to Willow street since
last Sunday responded another gossip,
while this Mr.. Surridge is there every
evening, takes Acantha to drive every
afternoon and sends her books and flow
ers every morning.
We'll he is rich, probably, and very
stylish, while poor Hubert is neither
Acantha's conduct in this matter
caused plenty of talk; Luttrell himself
was the only silent one; when some ven
turesome person tried to interview him
on the subject he simply set his
teeth together and muttered:
'Popinjayp
But popinjay or not, Surridge COM
pletely distanced Luttrell in two weeks.
At the expiration of that period he
might have been heard whispering to
Acantha: oh my darling, if you knew
how much l loved you, you would not
be so coy; you would at least try to love
me in returnV
Perhaps | may try whispered she,
hesitatingly, but quickly added, warding
off athreatening embrace; but how can
| be sure that you are true? You have
known me so short timer,
Fourteen long days! After all, what
is time tOthOse who love The moment
| saw you | knew that you, and you
alone must be my wifep
Which was true, but not as he would
have had Acantha understand it.
/ You have loved before of course
Never! Never! L may have had my
passing ia1cies, but you are the first girl
whom have wished to marry
But am poor and insignificant
! Not the latter, my sweetheart. And as
tOpoverty, do you suppose care for that ?
We will manage to live, assure you
You know nothing of my family
\ Your mother, you say, Is your only rel
alive; / am sure she would grace any
station.
Dear mother, l am sure she would! II
| could consent TOTO try and like you,
you must promise and not listen to any
nonsense about Mr. Luttrell. did love
him, really love him, l thought, until
until
My darling! Your sweet confession has
entranced mel
No, no! have confessed nothing
Give me until tomorrow to think of il
and mammals consent must be gained.
OF course Surridge promised to do any
thing Acantha desired; and when he re-
turned to his hotel that evening he tele.
graphed to his uncle;
Come on at once. The fates are pro-
pitiOus.'
The fates are proverbially eccentric
so Surridge realized when, on calling at
IL Willow street, he was told that Acan-
tina was too ill with nervous headache to
see any one. In the meantime Mr.. Cla-
baugh arrived and congratulated his
nephew warmly on his success; but also
in the meantime, simultaneously with
Mr.. Clabaughs arrival came the rumOI
of old Mr.. Edliffe's death, and the next