The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1883-03-30
Her HEARTS DESIRE.

81 tell You, Jack, the farm is not your
vocation / become more and more con-
WINGED of the fact every day, and less
contented with the life we are leading"
Breakfast was over, and we stood on
the farmhouse portico, arm in arm. On
the sill of the door sat baby, screaming
with delight as she fed a pair of pet
pigeons from her dimpled hands. Our
breakfast had been delightful one
coffee as clear as amber, bread like
snow, and steak done to turn.
All about us was green tangle OF
sweetbriar and honeysuckle; the sun
was just rising above the distant hills
and the morning air was fresh and
sweet, and filled with exquisite wood
land odors and musical with the songs
of birds. We could catch glimpse of
the barn and poultry yards from where
we stood, and hear the plaintive lowing
of the kline, and the dream-like tinkle
of their bells. l felt vague sort of
conviction that Jack had but little SYM
pathy with my spirit of discomfort, yet
Twas determined to carry my point if
possible
"You are dissatisfied with your lott
see that plainly, Nell" said Jack, a trife
sadly.
ooh, nonsense" put in. "Not with
my lot, nor with you, nor with the farm,
Jack. L am tired to death with this
prosy, humdrum life, and L hate to see
you delving and toiling like slave
from one years end to another. You
are born for something better, Jack
oil
q man of your abilities sowing grain,
digging potatoes and raising stock to
his lifes end"
"But, my DEAR" suggested Jack, zone
must live and have bread and butter"
"To be sure, Jack; but why not earn
1t in a more genteel fashion ?"
Honest labor is always genteel, Nell"
ooh, pshaw! You misunderstood me,
Jack 1 mean that you have capabilities
for something better. You only cling
to the old farm to please your father,
when you could do hundred fold bet
ter elsewhere. And, besides, where is
your society in this place, Jack? What
chances is there for our children as
they grow up!" Jack laughed as he
glanced down at baby, who was strug
Cling furiously to get a pigeons head
into her mouth.
"Ah, Nell, that is looking so far
ahead" he said; "and, my dear, YOU
seem to forget that / have lived here all
my life"
"No, no, I don't forget, and, pray,
what have you done, Jack"
Lied an upright life and married
you"
"But you didn't pick me up among
the clover blossoms, Jack; don't forget
that. You found me In town, and,
Jack, dear, I'm so anxious to get back
to my native element. I'm tired of all
this. You can get on ever so nicely in
town, Jack; and there we can get into
society"
81 am not over fond of society, Nell"
"Oh, but you should be for my sake,
Jack. I'm fond of it. i hate to live like
hermit. Why, Jack, if we desired to
give little party tomorrow, we could
not for lack of guests"
"Dear me, Nell, why could muster
scores"
"Of certain sort, yes, but / don't
want them, Jack, I'm little peculiar
IN my notions. / want no society but
gets into in town."
Questionable society; Nell"
"Well, then, why not? You have
means, Jack. and 1 fatter myself that
we are fitted to move in any circle.
Why should we bury ourselves in this
wilderness ?"
"Our means not are inexhaustible,
Nell"
"Im aware of that, Jack, but we've
enough for the start, and Marlborough
offers you good place in the bank"
AT limited salary, Nell"
"Oh, yes, but you can work your way
up, Jack-right up to the topmost
round of the ladder. Do let's go, Jack
I've lived here to please you ever since
our marriage. l think you can afford
to please me a little now"
Jack sighed as he looked out upon
the ripening grain-fields, but he drew
me close to his heart and kissed me.
"That's true" he said; you can't be
expected to care for the farm as do.
Nell. / promised to make you happy
when you consented to become my wife,
and I'll try to keep my work. You
shall have your own way, Nell"
The continuous dropping of water
wears away the solid stones. / had
conquered my husband at last and the
desire of my heart was about to be ac-
complished. When Jack once made up
his mind to do thing he did it with all
his might. The matter was soon set
tied. Cherrp Hill, as we called the
farm, was sold at great sacrifice, and
one sunny morning we turned our backs
upon the breezy down and golden
grain fields and journeyed cityward.
"Im afraid you've made great mis-
take" said Jacks father, as he babe US
goodbye, you'd better have stuck to
the farm. You remember the old say
ing about rolling stones"
al don't believe in old saying, SIR l