The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-06-26

Il suppose il would be only right to
inform you of the names we are blessed
with, since we have the advantage of
you. / am Mrs. Agnes Atwell. This
is Miss Eta Lansing, Miss Ida Evarts,
your nearest neighbours" she contin-
ued, sand / will own to having coveted
your acquaintance ever since l heard
you were here, for it is very lonely with
out company at the seaside, after the
excitement of the city"
/ responded as politely as was able,
and the young ladies were very pleas
ant. 1 found Mrs. Atwell an old ac-
quaintance of my sister-in-law, and, as
had heard Lefty often speak of Aggie
Atwell, / was soon at home among
them.
"Come home with us to tea" begged
Mrs. Atwell, as the hands of my watch
pointed toward 5 o'clock. NAY, will
take no refusal, for know you are alone
with the servants.
Thus importuned was soon walking
toward Mrs. AtwelPs cottage by her
side, and the three girls chatting pleas
antly behind us.
"The young ladies have been prac-
ticing archery" she said, as We went
through the pleasant grounds. "Do
you ever use the bow and arrow?"
"Yes," 1 answered, delightedly, II
think it the incest of all outdoor exer-
cises."
"Oh, do you?" cried Ella Evarts, be-
hind me. "Then do let's shoot little
nowp
Il have not hit the target once since
/ have been here" said Ida.
They had an original sort of game,
and their target was huge el-hoop
fastened up against tree.
"We are but learners, Miss Yorke,"
said Eta Lansing, alphabetically; and
then Mrs. Atwell left us. leaving me to
the care of the young ladies. We
amused ourselves with the bows and
arrows for q short time, and then the
three carried me off to look at tiny
aquarium, for which they declared they
themselves had found several inmates.
There L caught that tiny turtle!"
said Ida Evarts.
"And that green frog is my own!"
cried Ella. "fred made me present
of it."
(which of you is the owner of that
wriggling little water-snake l asked,
with a SILVER
"Oh, that belongs to Fred" returned
Ida; "and Mr.. Atwell says it is not at
all dangerous.
Fred is Mr.. .AtwelPs brother" said
Eta Lansing, answering my inquiring
look.
"Yes," Ella chimed in, "and he would
be perfectly lovely if it was not for just
this one particular-"
ELLA is always falling in love with
somebody, and now it is poor Fred"
interrupted Ida, laughing.
"Hus-s-s,h!" said Ella. Here is
Mrs Atwell."
Our hostess then came upon the
scene, saying:
"Tea is ready, young ladies. How do
you like the girls aquarium, Miss
Yorker"
very much, I replied.
Fred will want you to put something
i'll it, and you must not refuse" ex-
claimed Ida Evarts.
was about to ask why, when Mrs.
Atwell spoke, and, fancied, colored
also.
"Oh, Fred will be satisfied with any
thing-a bit of rock will answer-but we
have habit of never refusing Fred
anything"
Again l was about to ask why, but the
approach of two gentlemen put a stop
to my query, and Mrs. Atwell again in
troduced me, Miss Yorke, allow me to
30 1orI nj
Mr.. Atwell. Miss Yorke, Mr.. Fred
Atwell."
This latter gentleman was rather
effeminate- looking young man, with
pale blue eyes and light hair, and 1
fancied he eyed me pretty closely dur
ing the supper, and when at length 1
arose to depart, he took his hat and
asked permission TO accompany me. 1
thought of Archie and only wished he
was there to see me, as / walked off
.triumphantly with Mr.. Fred Atwell by
my side.
Perhaps / rather overacted the en-
gagged dam ell, for the young gentleman
became very devoted L thought that
Mrs. Atwell had become little anxious,
and wss striving to keep us apart as
much as possible. However, did wish
Archie would arrive before should be
obliged to drop Frederick, who was
very affectionate, or would be if / would
let him, but he was not expected until
Saturday night, and l was firmly re-
solved to keep it up until then at least
Everything went on finely, and Thurs
day afternoon the young ladies were to
spend with me.
81. does hope" said Aunt Rosie,
earnestly, that, that Fred will know
enough to stay at home. There's some
thing queer about that youngster, now
mind / tell you, Miss Maudie."
"Why, Aunt Rosie, what makes you
think SOP"
Muffin much, only L notices every
time he looks at you his eyes turns a
reddish-green, and it's my opinion the
boy is little cracked in the upper
story"
/ laughed heartily at Aunt Rosie's
opinion, and although did not exactly
think as she did, 1 really wish he was
little more "the beau ideal' of lover
to confront by intended with, but at
least he was as nice as that Irene An
derson was, that made such dead-set