The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1883-04-20

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away the fine roses are all gone, and
the air is sultry and heavy. A month
has passed; a month of tormenting
thoughts and an uneasy conscience; of
delicious day-dreams and exquisite Wis
ions, and idle, dreamy flights of fancy;
of hopes and fears, and illogical reas-
onings and inward battles of mingled
misery and delight; of resolutions made
to-day to be broken tomorrow; a
month of all these things to Jack
Everett, who loves with all his brave
young heart his neighbours servant-girl,
Kitty.
He has not seen her very often;
now and then she would pass through
the Raymond garden or yard, and his
heart would beat wildly as he watched
the sweet vision from his open window.
At first he had looked at her beauty as
at the loneliness of n flower, and with
as little thought of danger. Then he
fought-a stubborn but unavailing fight
against the fact that she had grown
dear to him; that he loved the little
servant girl as we'll ms if she had
CHANGED scion of the upper-ten, or he
himself q James or Charles in the
under-gardening line. Several times
he has spoken to her across the wall
that lies between the Raymond yard
and the domains of his boarding house,
but no word or hint of love has ever
passed his lips in her presence, for he is
manly and true and chivalrous. He
has only spoken to her with gay friend
illness, or with respectful if rather
tender courtesy; and he thinks her the
sweetest and truest woman the world
holds. But servant girl! Poor Jack
He did not dream at first that Kitty had
the power to steal his heart, but she
has stolen it. 1t is gone, never to be
recalled. He knows, now, that he loves
her--he half resolves to go away and
try to forget her. Forget her! Never,
while his heart still beats with life
And he chafes under the thought of
Kitty's blissful ignorance-is it ignor-
ance-of her conquest, and insanely
longs TO throw himself ut her feet her
pretty little feet, in their tiny worn
boots-to rise again at her word and
take her into his own loving
care ever after. Then comes the
bewildering thought that perhaps
she will not love him-will neUer
love him. In this frame Of mind, one
fair July morning, he strolls into the
yard and up to the old brick wall, over
grown with damp ivy. Not very high
wall for, whereas it is higher than Kit
tvs golden-brown head, it only reaches
tall Jacks breast, and permits that
young gentleman to lean on it with some
comfort. Looking across Mrs. Ray
mond's grass-planted yard, Everett sees
Kitty coming, her shining curls uncov-
cred in the sunlight, her rounded arm
bare to the elbow, where her print
sleeves are iauntily tucked up, and in
her shell-pink fingers wet handful of
Miss Lilias Raymond's fine laces, which
she begins put out TO dry on the
grass. "Good-morning, Kitty" says
Jack "Good-morning, says Kitty,
smiling brightly up at him. She is
kneeling on the grass, close by the wall,
pulling out and shaking tenderly the
costly laces intrusted to her care.
What pretty hair you have, Kitty,
says Jack, irrelevantly, and quite invol-
UNFAIRLY, land how prettily you fix it !"
He seldom pays her o compliment. Il
wear it this way" says Kitty, serenely,
as Miss Lilias kind to you, Kitty"
asks Jack, hastily, ignoring the fact
that Kitty's naive avowal expresses any
thing but amiability. Not very she
says, flushing holly, and, half turning
away, she shrugs her pretty shoulders
As she does this Jack, who is looking
earnestly at her, sees q CLEAN of gold
shine through the parted kerchief at
her throat.
rs that a locket ?" asks Everett. eyes,
is it not a pretty one?" drawing it from
the kerchief where it has lain hidden,
suspended by the narrowest of narrow
ribbons LET me look at it," says
Jack. Suppose my sweetheart's pict-
ure Is in it?" says Kitty naughtily.
Jacks fair face darkens. Il didn't
know you had sweetheart" he says,
rather sharply, for him. "Do you
think you know everything, Mr.. Ev-
erett?" asks Kitty. Because / don't"
Good morning." says Jack CURLY,
turning away. But when he has taken
two long, indignant steps, he turns, re-
called by sweet, laughing young voice,
and a lovely, smiling face, little hand.
"Come back, Mr.. Everett, and look at
my locket" And Mr.. Everett comes
back, and finds Kitty standing on tip
toe by the wall, and holding out the
locket in question. "You remind me
of Miss Lilias this morning. remarks
Kitty. you are so cross and horrid,
you know" Mr. Everett is employed
with the locket, so does not reply to
Kitty's complimentary observation. 1t
is heavy gold medallion, and on its
back, in small diamonds, is the name
Katherine Earle Lennox." Where
did poor little Kitty get such q costly
thing? Within, for Jack opens quickly
the tiny spring, is a picture, not Kit
tvs sweetheart, but that of girl,
face wonderfully like her own, only a
little older and graver-a little less
lively, perhaps. AZ think that was my
mothers face" says Kitty, wistfully.
Jack looks up from the locket with
smile he is deeply relieved that the
picture within it is not that of Kitty's
mythical sweetheart. kitty" he
says, you don't remember your parents
at all? ?" 81 have never heard of them,"
says poor Kitty. Il do not even know