The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-01-06

The Reward ar Patience and Industry.
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$50 you wish To marry my daughter?"
Thes words were uttered by q man
who fairly bis ed them through his teeth
as he 81, cd, with q cruel sheer on his
lips, IN froot of young man, the nervous
twItcnings of whose clear cut features
toll more plainly than con d any words,
however freely interspers d with adjec-
tives. the torture he was suffering
"Yes, sir. said Herbert Mcintosh,
looking up into the fee of him who had
spoken II love Myrtle with n rich,
warm, tempestuous love that recks not
of obstacles, hut sweeps away like q
mighty avail inche the difference in social
position that exists between us. My
passion is a Il 'athless one that, like the
mighty simeon of the desert, gathers
force with every instant of its existence,
and stills alike with its hot breath the
life OF man and beast. l know that APP
paarances are against me. L am poor
and honest, and last Saturday night L
bal king full beaten at the Owl Club,
hut can not conceal my love. You are
rich and successful, and | can see from
the window of my Little room in whi,h
work, the high walls of your packing
n use, aud hear the plaintive cty of the
stricken pig who has his interior scooped
out and is cut INTO hams and clear sides
before the echo of his death shrek has
ceased to Ii ger In the mnsk laden air of
the stock yards You are living under
turquois tiuted skies, while l am In great
luck to have sky at all. 1t Is not my
fault that you are rich; love your
daughter, and she returns my love"
and saving this, Herbert looked anxi-
ously in the direction OF the window, his
breast giving a throb OF JOY as he saw
that the blinds were closed, and the old
man could not throw him ont.
"Hark We, my lad, said the packer,
while cold SKATING rink smile lowered
Ger his face, you say you love my
daughter, and would WIN her for your
bride SO he it. have naught against
thee save thy poverty. Come t. me
within mouth with 1000 gained 10y
thine own industry and skill, al d Myrtle
shall be your wife, If you fail IN this
her hand Is piven tn friend of mine
who owns II glucose flct rs
"Bat YOU would not force her 10
marry against her will ?" said Herbert,
"She has plighted her trosh to me-"
81 know not Of your childish vagaries,"
replied the old man. "I have said my
say. In three minutes l shall unite the
bull dog
Herbert went away.
Mi might on Wabash avenue.
Five men are seated around q table
with hole III the center of it. Herbert
is III the party, and opposite him t. his
hated rival. tue msn " 10 owns nm interest
in a glucose factory. Herbert il dealing.
II rbert looks at Lis cards aud bets
800.
Five hundred" says the GLUCOSE
man.
a Thousand, says IL rbert, reaching
into his pocket as if for money.
"Oh, YER mind getting ont your
roll until the hands are played, " sai the
gluco @ man, II will be easy with y on,
aud Onlv cal. l have fcnr aces."
"Straight flush" said Herbert in low,
bitter tones, rs he laid the cards on the
table, and pocketed a thou sand dollar
bill which his adversary threw across TO
him.
The next n ght Herb rt and Myrtle
occupied one Chair in the parlor OF the
PORK packers sidence. I'VE will be
married in the ia /. my sweet" she said
in soft, low tones, kissing him passionately
as she spoke.
eyes, Toote, he murmured; sin the
fall. We can live with your folks next
winter"