The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-06-09

and senseless, you must Dear the conse-
quences. I'll give you some lace for
your neck and sleeves, and you may
wear the garnet set of Josephine's.
81 don't want the lace, I've some that
belongs to mamma and / wouldn't
wear Josephine's garments for any
thing"
"Oh very well, don't snap my head
off; L beg; you needn't wear them.
Much thanks one gets for trying to as
sist you. You won't wear my hat, either,
/ suppose how about that?"
81 have plenty of trimmings shall
trim that light felt / wore last winter"
"And your jacket? Where's that to
come from, pray?'
Kathie's tears were gone, her brown
eyes flashed like stars. .
al intend to make myself jacket of
grandfather's old coat, she replied.
Her aunt threw back her head and
laughed heartily.
"Grandfather's old coat oh, that is
of Oaklands, say to that Kathie, child,
what goose you are!"
Kathie threw aside her ruffles, and,
going to the clothes press, brought out
the old coat.
"The material is very fine," she said,
".nnd this rich, old-fashioned fur will
cut into nice strips for trimming; 1 can
make handsome jacket out of it, and
1 think" she added, softly, grand
papa would like me to have it, if he
knew" -,
Grayson. 81 should think you'd have
but little respect for his memory after
the manner he treated you never leav-
ing you penny after YOU nursed him
and shaved for MIN as you did.
81 think he intended to leave me
something" said Kathie. 81 know he
did, but he died so suddenly, and there
was some mistake"
"Oh, nonsense I wouldn't give a
fig for good intentions He had lots of
money-everybody knows that it has
all gone to that scapegrace Dugald, and
you haven't shilling now for your we'd
ding dowry."
"Charlie won't mind that" said
Kathie, her cheeks blooming like rose.
Won't he? Don't tell me, child
Every one thought you would be old
Tom Rowlands heiress when you first
met him. Ten to one he'd never have
| given you second thought but for that.
Now that he's disappointed he's too
much of n man to back out, of course,
but he feels it all the same. Don't tell
me-"
Kathie uttered no word in answer.
She took the old coat, and, crossing to
the window, sat down to rip it apart.
Ir,y
there was time to lose. Mrs. Grayson
settled herself on the lounge. for her
afternoon nap; the big Maltese cat
purred on the rug. the canary chirped
lazily in the cage, and without, above
the waving line of the wooded ridge,
the December sunset glowed.
Kathie began torip the loosely stitched
seams, her pretty, fresh face looking
sad and downcast. Aunt Grayson's
worldw wise talk had put her out of heart.
All her life she had been such brave,
sweet little soul. Left an orphan early,
she had lived with her grandfather, and
made his last days bright.
You're dear child, Kathie; by
and-by, when you think cf being
bride, I'll give you wedding dowry."
He had said so a dozen times, yet,
after his sudden death one midwinter
night, there was no mention of Kathie
found in the will, and so everything
went to Dugald, the son of second
marriage.
Kathie did not complain. but il cut
her to the heart to think that grandpa
had forgotten her. She tried not to be-
lieve it there was some mistake.
And when Dugald sold out the old
homestead and went off to America she
gathered up all the souvenirs and took
care of them. The old fur trimmed
overcoat was one.
Then, lodging at her aunt's, she taught
the village children, and saved up her
earnings for her marriage day, for Charles
Montague loved her, and had asked her
to be his wife.
The wedding day was appointed and
Kathie was beginning with a futtering
heart to think about making her pur-
chases, when her brother George fell i'll:
and, worse, fell in trouble. He was
rather thriftless man and had been I'M
fortunate; his little home was mortgaged,
and unless the debt could be repaid the
house would be sold over his head.
Kathie heard, and did not hesitate an
instant. Her hard earnings went to pay
the debt.
She did not regret her generosity
sitting there in the glow of the waning
sunset; she would have done the same
thing again. She did not doubt her
handsome high-born lovers truth, yet
her girls heart ached, and tears dimmed
her clear, bright eyes.
It was bad to be cramped for little
money, and ones wedding day so near.
Her wardrobe was limited She needed
nice seal brown cashmere dreadfully,
and a light silk or two for evening wear.
Aunt Grayson told the truth she would
look shabby in the grand rooms at Oak
lands, in the midst of Charles stately
sisters.
The tears came faster, and presently
the little pearl-handled knife, with
which she was ripping the seams, slipped
suddenly, and cut great cash right
across the breast of the coat.
Kathie gave a shrek of dismay.
"There, now, I've spoiled the best OF
the cloth, / can't get my jacket out; what
shall / do?'
Down went the bright, young head,
! and. with her face buried in grand