The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-11-24
mans voice were borne toward her,

WI the ither neebor BARNS.
To pu the hszels shining nuts,
An TO wander m ng Q ferns:
An to feast On the brambe berries brown,
An gather the glossy slaes
By the burnie side; an ave sinsyne
haze loved sweet Orde Braes.
With lips apart and the color coming
and going in her fair cheeks, Janet
listened. Back rolled the curtain OF
the past, and now she saw again her
bairnhood's hame as If it were but yes
terday.
Neirer and nearer drew the voice,
but Janet had forgotten the singer in
the words, which she was listening to
SO eagerly.
snow, if I were only an artist"
thought the gentleman, as he in round
ing bend came suddenly upon Janet,
what picture she would take"
Janet's graceful head was bent slight
ly forward, while stray ray of sun
shine kissing the fair hair turned it into
threads of gold; here and there it had
slipped from its fastenings and curled
in soft tendrils about neck and brow.
A tender, wistiul expression was in the
deep blue eyes, which changed to
look of surprise as they fell upon the
gentleman, while she exclaimed:
ooh was that you singing 'Orde
Braes 2"
Raising his hat, the gentleman an
swered simply:
"Yes; do you know it ?"
"Oh yes. Would you mind very
much singing it again?" And Janets
eyes were bent pleadingly upon the
stranger this time.
- c. cox,,,v Pohart Gro-
ham, leaning carelessly against tree,
sang the poem through from beginning
to end. As the last note dropped from
his lips, Janet said warmly:
"Thank you ever so much. 1 have
not heard it since l was child, and it
seemed to take me right back to it all.
/ am Scotch" added she, proudly.
so am L. quickly responded MIR.
Graham.
"Are you? I'm So" Janet paused,
while the color deepened in her cheeks.
II hope you are not going to say you
were sorry, here observed her compan-
ion, half smiling, as he glanced down
at the sweet face beside him.
"No-I think l am glad. 1t is nice to
meet countryman, you know, an
swered Janet frankly.
so it is; but / don't think | was
ever before so forcibly struck b it, W
replied Mr.. Graham gravely, continu-
ing with
Perhaps you could tell me where
abouts the Madison farm is? | have
arrived day earlier than expected, SO
of course no one was at the depot to
meet me-"
Raising her clear eyes to his, Janet
asked, smiling little:
"Are YOU the sick gentleman who is
coming to stay at the farm awhile?"
Eyes l have been rather out of sorts,
and thought l would try dose of
country air for bit. / believe / feel
better already and Robert Graham
returned Janet's smile with interest, as
she said:
81 am Janet Dean, Farmer Madison's
niece. If you like, I will show you the
way" Which offer was Immediately
accepted.
As they slowly passed through the
weeds, Janet talked of her peaceful life
among the village folk and little of
those days of her bairnhood. She saw
no reason why she should not speak
freely to this gentleman. Was he not
to occupy her aunt's best spare room,
and had he not been highly recon-
mended to her uncle, who had no OBJ
iections to taking boarder for the
summer, provided he was OF the right
sort.
Mr.. Graham had hardly been an inmate
of the farm for more than two weeks,
before motherly Mrs. Madison informed
Janet:
THAT it seemed as natrel to see Mr..
Graham round as did old Towser."
And Janet? Her whole soul was
atune with the new life that had dawned
for her. As her deft fingers performed
their many duties about the farmhouse
these days, little bursts of songs trilled
up for very gladness from her happy
heart.
Her friend-in her heart she always
called him that-how good and noble
he was and so talented, yet making so
little of it all. And he, this man of
the world, who had been hattered and
made so much of for years, found him
self watching Janet with new interest
every hour.
III WIS TcSb W BuDt upOh hNi PuiS,
sweet face, to come in contact with a
nature so utterly without guile. The
women he hid known-ahl we'll, they
had not made him better.
One evening, toward the end of the
summer, and the last night of Mr.. Gra-
hams stay among them, Janet and he
stood watching the sunset. Both had
been busy with their own thoughts for
some few minutes, when Mr. Graham
broke the silence with:
Miss Janet, suppose you once made
a mistake in your life, a mistake VIII ch
for time only injured yourself, but af-
terward threatened to involve others in
It's meshes. What would do?"
Lifting her truthful eyes to his, Janet
answered, little puzzled:
81 think | would try to undo it. It
would not be right to let it injure an
other"
Child" and Robert Graham's voice
grew husky as he added: "But suppose
it was impossible to undo the m stake,
if he were ever so willing. Don't look
30 puzzled, little friend. / will make
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