The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-09-08

room, and took good hearty cry and
then scolded herself for crying. )
"But did feel awful sorry for him"
she said. Though I'm sure he'll get
over it. and be back in q day or two."
But Robert Bolton did not come again
in a week or two. Uncle Thornfeld
ra lied Edith about sending him away,
and, though she declared she had not
done so, they all understood very well
how the case lay.
Edith met Bolton in her rides some
times, saw him at church and other
places. He always bowed and spoke
pleasantly, but that was all. He kept
clear away rom her. 1t was plain he
did not mean "to trouble her again"
81 never saw such fool, said Edith,
to herself. "He doesn't give one the
least chance to reconsider. If one wanted
to, which don't, I'm sure"
But some way it provoked her dread
fully, every time she met him, and he
kept so distant. Now and then she stole
glance Mt him in church, when he was
sitting quite still, and his pale. sad face
touched her heart, though she wouldn't
have owned it for anything. 81 never,
never did see such a simpleton If 1
were a man, I'd be one, would |" But
the very next night, when she was talk
ing to little Lyons, at Mrs. Wishwells
social, or rather, listening to him talk,
she looked at his little, neat figure, and
his little nice mustache, and his little
white hands, and began to compare him
with big. strong, manly fellow like
like Rob Bolton, for instancel and be-
came so Disguised that she fairly ran
away and left little Lyons terribly as
tonished and affronted at her rudeness.
One day, at the dinner table, Uncle
Thornfeld gave them the news that
Robert Bolton was going to Australia.
His sister felt dfeadfully, he said, but
Rob wouldn't give it up. Uncle said
also, that for his part be couldn't see
any sense in Q likely young fellow. with
plenty of good land, and everything
ready to his hand, rushing off with such
haste to wild country like Australia.
"Unless," said he, "unless there's q
woman in the case. If there is, there's
no knowing what man will do. And
it's my opinion she'll have something to
answer for" This with a glance at
Edith, who turned very red, and did not
offer single word. But she took to
walking out often. II she did 80 in the
nope of meeting Bolton, she missed it.
He was busy arranging his affairs in
doors, and had no time for walking.
One morning Edith, sitting at her
window, saw him coming up the road,
with his long, free stride straight to the
gate. He opened it-he came inside
he came straight to the house. too !
Edith drawn back so she could not be
seen, heard him pasb under her window,
and waited to be called. Waited half
an hour, and then heard him going away,
and never once was called at all Her
face was red, and her eyes flashed, but
she was only pretty and sparkling when
she went down to dinner.
"Belton called this morning." said
Uncle Thornfeld.
Ibid he" observed Edith. indiffer.
emily.
Eyes. He goes away Monday. He
wants me to attend to a small business
matter concerning some land, while he
is gone.
"Well, you'll do it, suppose, said
aunty
"Oh, yes. He'll call again to morrow,
to leave me some papers, and I'll help
the boy all can. He's good fellow.
And it strikes me he seems to be very
unhappy"
"That's pity, isn't it?" remarked
Miss Edith, coolly.
I" l think it is. l don't know q man
who deserves better than Bolton. / dare
say he'll get killed out there among the
natives, and never get back any more. :"
Which philosophical observation on
uncle's part, Miss Edith did not answer
at all, and nobody knew her thoughts.
Tomorrow" was Saturday. Bolton
was going away Monday. II anybody
meant to do anything for him, it must
be done promptly, that was all, and no
Sinking!
The next morning Edith took pains to
sit at her window again. By and by she
saw Bolton coming. But he wouldn't
ask for her, not even to say good-by I
1t couldn't hurt him to do that much,
anyhow.
He came in, turned at the corner Of
the house, and was passing on to the
door, when fresh voice above him said
GOOD morning
He looked up. Edith, az sweet and
blooming as the roses which were oil
around her, was leaning out of the win
dow toward him. But he couldn't know
that she was thinking what a fine, no.
BILE, handsome face he was turning up
to her.
Instantly his hat was lifted. "Good
morning, Miss Thornfeld. 1 hope you
are well.
"Quite well, thanks. l hear you are
going away, Mr.. Belton."
Yes. I go Monday"
And without a good-by to your
friends? ?"
3" don't suppose any one cares much
about saying good-by to me-"
Perhaps not. You don't deserve it,
running off so wildly"
1" 1 dare say don't, Miss Thornfeld. Z"
"Of course you don'ti However,
some of them might have word t. say
to you.
I'D be very glad to hear it, then,
know"
"Well, shall be down at the Three
Oaks at 4 this afternoon. II you choose
to come. have something to say. II
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