The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-12-08
Two Ways.
BY MARGARET B. HARVEY.

@May I come in. Lillie?" merrily
called Cornelia Cary. Il tapped half a
dozen times, but you never heard.
Lille started, closed her book, and
advanced to meet her friend, who
stood outside her half-opened door. 1t
was dainty little retreat, Lille Wal
ters own room. Like fairy bower,
verify, all in pure white and baby blue.
Come in, of course, Cornell" she
exclaimed, greeting the other pretty
girl with kiss. Two rosebud" maid
ems they were, with their creamy skins,
pink lips, and hair of the shade of n
half-opened sulphur-rose. No one had
ever been able to decide whether their
eyes were black or b ne Their re-
semblance to each other was accounted
for by the fact that they were distant
cousins. Their relationship, however,
did not prevent them from being the
best of friends.
THERE" continued Lille, "sit down
IN that lovely chair, which I have just
finished upholstering myself. Do you
see what it is ?"
Why" cried Cornelia, at can't be
possiblel Not your papa's old camp
chair, covered with patchwork, made
from your blue cashmere waist, en-
broid red with daisies in crewel?'
1T certainly is" declared Lille.
And do you know what the white
blocks are? Why, the pieces left from
Miss Fosters opera-cloak."
And you really did make that cloak,
after all y queried Cornie. We'll, 1
must say, for an amateur dressmaker,
you are quite q success. But 1 hope
this venture will be your last"
Lille looked grave. NO, Cornie,"
she quietly answered. I'm afraid not.
But You go to Swsrthmore next
month, you know"
II don't know" returned Lille, "that
isl believe must give that up"
Why, what do you mean?" Cornie
Iool.ed at Lille in surprise. Il thought
you had fully resolved upon it."
$50 had," was Lille sad response,
but have almost changed my mind"
Lilies eyes wandered until they
reached the book, which she had
dropped hastily upon her bed. Cornie
followed her glance, and then took up
She volume.
What's this?" she asked. "Are you
not too big TO spend your time over the
children's Sunday-school hbraries?"
Willie brought it home," said Lille,
absently, setting her lips hard to-
gcther.
@Now, Lille, "-Cornie's tone was
very yigorous-"wi you tell me what's
got into you? Has this book anything
10 do with it?"
THAT book, ;" faltered Lille, "is about
n boy-who wanted to go to college
but because he was-the eldest Of
large family"
We'll, what?" crisply demanded Cor
nclia.
He made up his mind" went on
Lille, that it was his duty to give it
up, and work for the others, and give
them chance"
And like fool he did it tartly
finished her cousin.
He did, responded the other: "but
not like fool, Cornie-like the blessed
Master"
sFiddlesticks !" exclaimed Miss Cary.
did the Master sell His birthright for
/, mess of pottage? / don't believe such
n sacrifice was ever required of any
BODY
WELL calmly asserted Lille, IL
believe it is of me-"
Nothing OF the kind" demonstrated
Cornie. Plague take such stories L
believe they do more harm than good.
That old yarn of sacrificing ones self
Tor the sake of others is worn thread
bare. Such unnatural sacrifices are
never appreciated, and always work
wrong in the end"
Cornell" cried poor Lille, ARE we
not required to overcome our own self
Shness?" She looked bewildered.