The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-12-18
CHS ADVENTURE.
by LILY M. CURRY.

Gideon Foster had been three weeks
aresident of tho metropolis, and was
shortly TO ego into business under the
supervision of his uncle, Mr.. Archibald
Fuller, of the prosperous firm of Smith
& Fuller. Gideon-or Gid, In the
language of his intimates a
healthy young Southerner who, during
&he past year or so, had penetrated
Western Businesses, Investigated mines
Rad ranches, attained his majority. and
Rucceeded in convincing his sturdy old,
tennessee father, well-off farmer of
9dvanced age, that the city was the
Correct place for young men of push
and talent. Gid was tall and strong
4e had small. keen eyes, beaky nose
did long upper lip. HIS complexion
vas an artistic mixture of tan and sun
Burn. He had at times q nervous
Switching of the long upper lip, accom-
@anied by q slight sniff. He had an
EXCELLENT opinion of himself, and was
gwen to citing "what we think down
dur way" For his age he was well in
formed ON general topics.
Gid's uncle, handsome, portly
bachelor, yet in his thirties, had thus
Var kept a kindly eye upon his relative,
feeling measurably responsible for the
Houng mans safety and well-being
ID the great and alluring city. But
Gid was beginning to chafe under the
friendly esp onage, and mentally
3onged to break from all accounta-
biity. Particularly vexed was he one
afternoon when-but this is the way it
Happened: Gid, being idle and unac-
dhainted, was standing in the street
Before his hotel, when couple of
Handsome, well dressed ladies CHANGED
70 pass. One of the ladies glanc .ng up,
Caught his eye. biushed, and fiuttered
d little. Gid was alive in an instant !;
quito ready for sly Irritation. At
Homo, as in any small village, no harm
was thought of such things, the best
Young ladies being given, at times, to
tittle adventures of the sort. He never
chopped to consider that city customs
might be different, but started in pur-
suit OF the blushing and mischievous
damsels, raising his hat at an suspicious
moment and meeting an unmistakaDle
xyelcome. He thought them very pretty I;
fheir compilations were marvelously
fine. The trio proceeded slowly down
1e promenade, laughing and chatting
Is they went. Gid was quite in his
Aement-he was devoted to pretty
girls-and waited an invitation to call,
When, he felt sure his credentials and
6s own candor would win over the "old
6lks."
They had proceeded in this fashion
for some distance, when Gid looking
up, perceived his uncle approaching
As the latter came close, his counte-
nance appeared to grow suddenly stern
with horror. Really, Gid had never
Before seen him look so, and wondered
what could have happened. Mr.. Fuller
came quickly on, and, as he stood
Abreast She trio, scarcely paused.
eGid! !" he said, in terrible tone, and
motioned with his head toward the
hotel, then passed on.
Gid excused himself and followed
after, intending to rejoin the fair ones.
He caught up with his uncle at the
hotel entrance.
"Well?" he said.
"Well!" fairly Numbered the elder
gentleman, pushing him into a corner
q the hall. what under heaven do
you ilttsu ouCu
"Conduct? What have done?"
sDo you mean to tell me you didn't
fnow the character of those women ?"
Character? Why, they are very
nice girls"
Mr.. Fuller regarded him in silence,
then spoke ompassionately:
Well, you are simpler than j
Thought, and for all your Western
travel How did you meet them?'
Gil hesitated
"Why--why, met them"
@You firted with them! Now, that
might do in village, but city folks
don't make acquaintance that way.
8nd, if you're going to stay in the city,
you don't want to label yourself
sSuckeri With carer do you?"
With this well-meant severity Mr..
Fuller turned away.
Gid was deeply mortified, and hardly
knew what to do with himself. His
modification lasted all the evening,
shaking hin-seem so low-spirited that
Maclcan, young Southern friend,
chaf1ed him sadly, and asked if he were
fovesick.
"I'll take you to see pretty girl to
UOIroW, mdclehu bdfu, cOusOlluBly,
Eat her studio; she is an artist"
Gid reused little, asking:
whats her name?"
"Daisy Darrow; Miss Margaret Oar
row, more correctly"
"A iact2"
"les, n fact"
ais she really pretty?"
al think you'll say 80. She paints
yell; doesn't iced to, either, for she il
en- only child, and her father is vel
of. He's in Europe now; she lives
with her aunt; mothers dead.
Aiaclean was really very glib W til the
young lndy's pedigree, considering how
Dir htiy he knew her. Shes just bach
from the country. and she'll be off Il
Che seaside before long; so we must
surely go tomorrow.
-s,uits me to T." said Gid, forget
ting his woe.
A little after eleven the next day
Miss barrow sat IN an easy chair at hel