The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-12-01

Dut bue young man, lVuoIiuB tiiis uo-
cided snub, turned to Mrs. Randolph.
"Couldnt l induce you and your sitter
to try a game OF tennis to morrow? Or,
better STILL to come out on my buck
board? 1t will be at any rate novel
experience"
Mrs. Randolph is charmed. But
Molly stands the very picture OF i'll
humor, looking prettier than ever, how
ever. "Thanks," she says, ungraoious-
ly, "but hate lawn-tennis, and don't
care to drive on q blackboard yet" At
hearing which Mrs. Randolph is furious,
and feels that she would like to box
Molly's ears. Peabody then begins to
talk Of the scenery. Il Like coming to
Mount Desert" he says, "becau,e all
along this coast you see mountain on
one hand, and sen on the other; COM
bination to be found nowhere else on
our Atlantic coast. You must ascend
Green mountain. The view from il is
better, think, than that from Mount
Washington even" But he fails to in
terest Molly, even in the least, in his
talk.
The next morning, Mrs. Randolph,
Molly and the ubiquitous Toots g.
down to the rocks. Mrs. Randolph is
quiet for while; too much SO; it is the
calm before the storm; and finally she
wakes up, and speaks her mind; and
then Molly retorts in the words with
which we open orr story: "Why
shouldn't I call him a supercilious pea
cock ?" she says, defantly. "What on
earth is Charlie Peabody to me? 1
didn't want to drive with him, and 1
abominate spooning.'
Molly" answered Mrs. Randolph,
severely, "you know perfectly well that
Charley Peabody is the man of Bar
Harbor. 1t is not of the slightest con-
sequence whether you like him or not.
In fact, / much prefer you shouldn't,
for he isn't marrying man, everybody
knows" Up goes Molly's head with an
air of pride. Mrs. Randolph continues,
appealingly. "But it's such good
hing to lac seen with him. If he takes
Won up, you're a success; but there's no
hope of that now" and relapses into
dependency.
But Molly sits, delicious little frown
on her face, throwing stones, OCCASION
ally, in weak, futile way, at an obsti-
nate patch of seaweed that will bob up
and down alma, she exclaims sud-
denly, don't let's quarrel. You may
just make up your mind that L shall
never be success III soci, ty," and she
gives n solemn nod. II haven't the
brains for it. As for spending all my
ife to be civil to one man because he's
the thing | should be a skeleton in
week. Do les me have q good time and
he nice to people like. Life isn't long
enough to fuss over horrid poop like
this supercilious peacock" and she
tits back her parasol and stamps her
foot
whats silious peacock, Aunt
Molly?" asks at this juncture a shrill
small voice ut er elbow, and Molly,
turning, sees the irrepressible Toots.
Molly gives a gay laugh. "Toots,"
says she, solemnly, come here TO your
aunt. You saw the big gentleman on
the piazza this morning? Well, you
thought he was man, like papa, didn't
you?"
A solemn nod from Toots.
But he wasn't. He was only n super
ciIious peao ok What's that, you nsk?
Well, that's peac ok who thinks him
self better than others. Come, now,
mamma's gone on; we'll be late. Let's
have race. See which will get to her
first"
Toots thin legs spin over the ground,
and her mass of brown curls floats out
on the wind as she flies along, fairly
shrieking with excitement. Molly is
not much better in point of dignity, for
she gathers up her white skirt in one
hand, and gives her big hat an excited
push on the back of her head.
Suddenly they turn a sharp corner.
Heavens and earth!" calculates
Molly, as she sees lima standing, grace
fully composed, talking to Mr.. Peabody.
"Oh, Aunt Molly, there it is screams
Toots; "the peacock, the sill Gus pea
cockl"
"Toots, be Quiet commands the IN
fortunate relative, cold chills running
up and down her back.
"Toot., come here,' implores Mrs.
Randolph, the horrors of the situation
coming in upon her. But Toots, in all
neT HVe years OF existence, nhS never
known what t is TO mind any one so
she rushe' up to Mr. Peabody like
small whirlwind. There she pau ,es,
and begins grave investi yat on.
as you,' she 'ays, with her head on
one side, like an imp rtinent tt spar
row, sis yor really a silious peacock p
"A WHAT repeats Peabody, naturally
somewhat stoaished, looking down on
the small object in front of him. In
another instant she will say: Aunt
Molly told me So Get out of it she
must.
As she walks away her prophecies
come true. She hears the shrill, child
ish treble: as you-Aunt Molly said
so-a 'iious peacock ?"
"Ah!" she hears him answer. Aunt
Molly lays I'm peacock. But don't
quite grasp the a Elective"
Never mind the adjcct'v We" thinks
Molly, grimlv; and then she wond rs il
there be corner in this wr.tched
island where she can hide from that
man; for, as TO ever looking him in the
fac aoa'n, she ne~er can. However,
she need not trouble he self about that.