The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-12-11

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HIM by, leaning on the arm of u grey
haired veteran in n Generals uniform.
"Avis."
With difficulty Mr.. Gilfil depressed
the exclamation that was upon his lips;
as it it was, he hurried after her.
Then it occurred to him suddenly
that he had not yet paid his devoirs to
his hostess, and he listened, as in a
dream, to the voice of the footman an
nouncing his name.
The MacCabes were very particular
friends of his, and Mrs. McCabe, a
pretty, fashionable woman of two-and
thirty, Immediately took possession of
him.
"Bad boy" said she, playfully tap
ping his shoulder with her fan. "Where
have you kept yourself, and why are
you so late?"
Don't scold," said young Cliff, Ian
guidly, taking hold OF the pearl and
gold tablets swinging at her wrist. my
dear Mrs. MacCabe, may 1 have a
dawnce?
1.-TWO of them," returned his amia-
BILE hostess.
Mr.. Gilfil Immediately put himself
down for a couple of waltzes and a red
owa.
Mrs. MacCabe consulted her tablets
as he dropped them. She looked
pleased.
"Then you haven't forgotten" said
she, laughing softly, as her quick eye
took in the dances he had marked op-
posite his name.
rofurDoI NJ G.IGI oon;Jx-
"it is is not possible to forget the fact
that you are one of the most elegant
dawncers in America. And my prefer
ence is for round dawnces, if you re-
member" His big blue-gray eyes were
rowing restlessly over the sea of faces
about him, as if in search of some par
| ticular one, that he did not find.
"Fattererl
At that instant the band broke into n
burst of enhancing melody. Uncon-
sciously Mrs. McCabe's foot beat time
to the music.
"The Cornhower, is it not? and our
waltz, if l am not mistaken" said Gill
fiji, claiming her hand.
Mrs. McCabe was an admirable
dancer; ditto Mr.. Gilfil; and they were
soon the observed of all observers"
as they went circling over the polished
floor.
The tall, fair young girl in the
pea Is and white silk gown, who was
still leaning on the arm of the gray
haired gentleman in the generals uni
form, stood watching the dancers from
a shadowy alcove.
who's the gentleman with Mrs.
MacCabe, Avis?' growled the veteran,
in deep undertone.
Il think he is Mr.. Gilfl, papa"
said Avis, her fair face flushing slightly.
"Not that id English snob you
met in Belgium? ?"
Il am told he is an American, papa"
English or American, Avis, snob's
snob, nothing more nor les;," re-
torted the disgruntled General, saw
agely. Ard by the holy nose of
Moses, he won't be allowed to cone
monkeying around you"
"No, papa" said Avis, family
Il haven't the pleasure of his ac-
gueiptance- al am not dying to have
It either. I've heard OF him, and hear
say evidence is enough for me, and for
you, too, Avis. Do you understand
me?"
EYES," Miss Avis had turned quite
white, and unconsciously began pulling
her bouquet to pieces.
I'm dead against snobs. English
snobs are bad enough, but American
snobs are fifty per cent. worse, and
they shant come hanging about you,
my dear. You are my only daugh-
ter, and I'll have son-in-law to
my notion, or L won't have any.
No American Mr.. GIfils, with patent
manners and patent English garments,
can aspire to your hand, Avis"
why do you hate him so, papa? He
saved my life, don't you remenber?"
"Pah! I've heard the particulars of
the whole affair, and for well-trained
Yankee girl j must say, Avis, that you
disgraced your countrywomen. Any
girl could have waded from that creek
unaided. Saved-pah! !"
Miss Avis unconsciously made pict-
ure as she stood there looking like
tall, white lily against the dark velvet
draperies behind her.
Mr.. Gilfils rowing glance suddenly
spied her.
Would you mind telling me who the
tall party is in the uniform there by
that lovely grip" asked he of his part
ner as they ceased circling about the
room and leisurely approached the re-
freshment salon.
"Gen. Winfield; the lady is his only
daughter. Shall introduce your"
"Naw," said Gilfl, laughing. II
fawncy the pleasure would not be mu-
tual that is, not agreeable to the other
gentleman. AS to the lady, 1 met her
in Belgium"
MIR. Gilfl looked expressively into
his companions eyes and tapped his
LEFT breast significantly.
You are not serious" said Mrs.
MacCabe, smothering laugh.
Never more so in my life" returned
Mr.. Gilfl quietly, land we were getting
on famously when that odious old gen.
eral came swooping down upon us from
some unknown corner of the earth and
spirited Avis away"
"He is determined Avis shall marry
| n man who knows how To work He took