Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-04-01

INNOCENT FILTRATION.

Don't you like it?" yentured to in
quire.
Like it?-no 1t is a made up story.
The only good stories are true ones"
"DO you mean to say that all the glOr-
iOus fictions that have unclaimed, that
have thrilled the world are true?" | ask
ed, a little triumphantly.
Not true in all their details and COM
binations, of course" said he; but when
ever you find any incident really affect
ing, you may be sure that it actually
happened. Now, in this story which |
have read at your recon- there
is no incident. The characters are not
alive, and the events never occurred; at
least, within the writer's knowledge. l
can tell you dozen real, true stories
that would beat it all hollow
Doubted
"What will you bet?"
"Who to decide?"
you shall decide yourself. Come, I'll
tell you one to begin with; and if you
don't say it is better than this namby-
pamby affair have been reading, I'll
pay for the supper"
So / set myself to listen.
II took the night train at Columbus"
said Harry, settling himself back, to
spin his yarn more comfortably.
"Then you are the hero of your own
story" said l.
Don't interrupt me. Who said was
a hero? You will see. The cars were
full; but found a seat behind lady and
gentleman, who had appropriated
couple to themselves, and were wrapped
up In shawls. sleeping very comfortably.
1.-The light from the car lamps fell on
their faces. The gentleman, who seemed
foreigner, and who proved to be Next
can of some distinction, was of middle
age-a dark, fine-lOoking sombre, quiet
man. But the lady, young enough to be
his daughter was of dazzling beauty. A
pale complexion, flushed SWith the slight
est tint of rose; an oval face; features
regular as those of Grecian statue
wasn't she beautiful?"
81 suppose she was" said l. wishing to
be amiable, when thus appealed to.
81 don't want your opinion on that
point. had been among rough people.
/ had seen few that could be called re-
fined, or beautiful, for long time; but,
making allowances for all that, she was
certainly one of the lOyeliest women |
ever beheld.
"When she opened her eyes in the pale
morning light, they were of that tinge
of viOlet-gray, shaded by long, dark
lashes, so rare and so exquisite. Her lit
tie hand, with its long, tapering, white,
fingers, tipped with rose; her slender,
delicate feet; her form and movements
of perfect grace, all held me in kind Of
enchantment.
1.-The cars ratified and rOared along
down the Little Miami, and we were
nearing Cincinnati, when | heard her
speak. 1t was some trilling question.
1t had the petulance of spoiled child
and spoiled beauty; but there could be
no mistaking the pure, high-breeding of
her articulation. BY the time it was
broad daylight, l had studied her well,
looking over my newspaper. TWAS Sun
day morning, and no train left Cincin-
natl until evening. We rode uptown
from the depot in the same omnibus, and
| sat opposite, and so quite near her.
las looked, what presumed must be
my last look at her, and must have ex-
pressed in that look all the admiration
and interest felt-saying, with my eyes:
Who can you be, 0 beautiful One?" she
appeared to see me for the first time.
was thinking. A flush came over her face
very slight, indeed but still perceptible.
1t was little surprise and something
which was not Indignation.
81 had given my checks for the Burnett
house; it was with pang that saw my
new acquaintance prepare to alight at
the Spencer. But while the general, as [
heard him called afterward, was picking
up shawl that had been dropped, |
sprang out into the snow, and with q
loOk-I doubt not of mingled respect,
and admiration, and grief-gave my
hand to the lady. She thrilled me with
the lightest and quickest touch possible,
as If she did not wish to offend q strang-
er, by declining what he meant for a
civility, but did not say. thank YOU
The husband touched his hat to me with
a cold, proud look. which shall never
forget.
81 re-entered the omnibus, went to the
Burnett House, took good bath and
breakfast, and then went and heard
some fine music at the beautiful catned-
raj. My railroad vision / laid away,
with sigh or two, In the storehouse Of
memory.
"At nine o'clock in the evening, left
in the cars for Cairo. The Ohio was
frozen. AS entered the car, my heart
beat as caught sight of La Signora.
The only vacant seat was rear them.
received no salutation, and made none.
knew that she saw me; but she did not
raise her eyes. The gentleman looked at
me, as he might at any other traveller,
but without sign of recognition, or any
emotion, unless there was a very slight
darkening of the brows. Icould not see
well by the lamplight. They made their
arrangements like practiced travellers,