The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-06-16


large, sunny chamber did. Sallie felt q
thousand tears, but did not shed one,
although her mother and Huldah wept
profusely as the carriage drove away,
with Sallie's father on the back seat with
her, and Jacob Storm in front with
Sallie's brother Dixie.
Dixie was younger than his sister, and
in deep grief ut her loss. 1t did not
comfort him to be told that she would
not board among strangers, but become
member of Mrs. Mora's family. He
did not choose to listen when Jacob told
him that Sallie was too wise and too
good to remain buried in Pltneyville.
Dixie was 16, and at that age boy con-
siders everything "burning shame"
which interferes with his pleasure.
ct wish 1 had her chance" said
Jacob, as the father and daughter talked
in low tones on the back seat.
"Great chance" said Dixie, "to go
down there and work among all sorts,
and never have any music or any home,
Dixie paused his feelings were too
much for him, and yet ne would not let
Jake Storm see tear In his eyes.
cts a chance to make yourself some-
thing better than drudge; q chance to
see and know what is going on in this
great world. Reading is good, Dixie,
but seeing is million times better"
Jacob read early and late, he thought
and studied; but, after all, he knew the
discipline which Tom and Joe Rivers
were having would be blessing to him.
His only dread was that Sallie might
consider him inferior to her. "She
shall not get before me if die trying"
he said.
Sallia's room was not so bad, after
please her old friend Mrs. Rivers. When
Sallie'5 books were unpacked, and her
piano was III one corner, and ner pet
bird Glory hung up, the place was quite
delightful. Sallie could not live in q
dingy, dull hole; sunshine was neces-
sary to her existence. Her first week in
the mill left her pale and weary, but a
stout heart and a strong will kept her
up.
At night she was busy, her music and
studies occupied every moment. Mrs.
Mora tried to interest her in the sports
and games of her fellow-boarders, but
Salhe politely declined.
A roommate was impossible, as she
desired to spend her spare moments in
preparation for her future work. About
this time she wrote to Tom at is .
hard grind, dear old boy; and sometimes
when my head whirls about with the
noise, or the associations vex me, I feel
like running away to China or Japan
but don't;.I only go home when L am
free, and take good dose of Chopin or
Beethoven; they tone me mp. BY care
full management / shall he able to save
some money. There is little French
girl here who Is anxious to study En-
glish; every week L give her a lesson for
lesson; speak and read French with
her; then two Of Mrs. Mora's children
take lessons on the piano, and my board
bill is light Who do you think comes
here every Sunday? Why. Jacob Storm.
His father will not let him go to college,
and he walks down here after work is
done on Saturday, and returns Sunday
night. He is great friend of John
Mora's, and have to be leased about
him, but don't mind that. Jake seems
like one of you, and every week he asks
me about my lessons.
Jake gets books from the library
here, and leaves them for me to read
first then we talk them over afterward,
and Dixie is getting quite interested"
Brave little Sallie The days and
weeks flew by, and found her at her
post. She only saw the hard daily toll,
only felt the bonds which kept her close
until she could join the girls who quiet
ly and easily walked tho path Of knowl-
edge.
Sometimes his father allows him to
drive down, and then you may be sure
we have G. good breath of country air.
He said one day, in his slow, deliberate
fashion: IF my coming annoys you,
Sallie, Just say so; but it seems to me
that you might not feel SO far away if
you saw home face once a week.
Sometimes he would bring q few flowers
or some chickweed for Glory, and some
times piece OF new cheese in n dainty
box, and generally a note or message
from mother or Dixie. When he drives
down Dixie comes with him and L can
work harder all the week after seeing
his rosy face"
She did not know that her example
gave joe new courage, and kept Tom
from many "college lark" she never
dreamed that Jacob Storm was making
a man of himself for her sake; she
could not see the power she exercised
over Dixie, who was inclined to be lit
tie hayward shenever guessed that her
devotion to self culture and study had
stimulated some of her associates to go
and do likewise. She only felt the pres
sure of the daily toll, and longed for the
day of her emancipation /; only worked
Increasingly.
Little by little the sound of the factory
bell grew hateful to her, and its red brick
walls wearied her eyes, but over and
over to herself she said, "There is no
such word as fail" Her brief vacations
were seasons of JOY. Jacob Storm wished
they might last forever. He, too, was
hard at work; and one day, when he and
Sallie had discussed the merits of various
authors, and compared notes concerning
their studies, Sallie's outburst of praise
for his achievement drew from him an
avowal of his love.
"Why, Jacob" said she, regretfully,
"I never thought of you in that way.
/ should as soon fancy Tom marrying
me-"
"You think / am clumsy and slow"