The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-06-12
TIAsEL AND GOLD.
BY SARA b. ROSE.

The wide, large kitchen of the
Brevoort farmhouse was adorned with
a profusion of pink-tinted apple bios
SONS, pearly cherry blooms, and the
bright pink flowers of the peach, while
a large blue pitcher stood on the man
tel filed with rose-scented peonies
yellow daffodils, and all the garden
flowers of that loveliest of all seasons,
perfect May
Myrtle Brevoort had been busy for
more than an hour at the work of
-adornment, and new that she had
finished and the o'clock supper was
being discussed, every one must have a
word to say about the handiwork of the
16-year-old maiden.
"There is bushel of my Genesee
Flower apples, the same amount of
cherries, and at least crate of Early
York peaches sacrificed to the csprices
of this wasteful damsel, said Farmer
Brevoort," stroking fondly the golden
.curls of his much-loved only daughter.
Harley MARITIME is expected, /
guess, laughed the 13-year-old son of
the house. "Mert is always prinked up
when he is coming"
Myrtle oolored slightly and glanced
slyly across the table, where sat a
young exquisite from Lockhart, the
young city near. He was her aunt's
stepson, Alvin Audly, and, although
almost afiianced to Harley MARITIME,
she wished to see how Tommy's words
affected him.
They did not seem to move him 30
much as they did her Aunt Augusta,
who sat near him. She smiled little
;superciliously, and said, half scorn-
fully:
$50 Myrtle is about to take up with
a farmer. l had higher aims for her. l"
IL only hope she may do as well as to
take up wi h Harley MARITIME, replied
Mr.. Brevoort, bluntly. There is not
a finer young man in the State.
"And there is nothing in the world
between them to warrant such silly
.jests as yours, Tommy" said Mrs.
Brevoort, sharply, to her hopeful son,
for she secretly sympathized with what
she believed her sisters higher aims for
her daughter.
The kind farmer smiled at his ruflled
spouse, and then said, laughing
"There, there, Sarah, don't look so
vexed, Harley will not trouble you. He
started for New York this morning,
upon some business for his father, and
will not he back in some time"
Myrtle looked up quickly. She felt
a little guilty, for she had allowed her.
self to be q little dazzled by the glitter
and tinsel of her stylish aunt and her
dainty cousin.
Mr.. Brevoort noticed his daughter
glance, and said, in answer to the
question in her eyes:
"He stopped at the field where was
working and told me about it, and he
also sent his respects to Mrs. and Miss
Brevoort."
"Ah," replied Mrs. Brevoort, but her
daughter turned winter than the dress
she wore.
Myrtle did not imagine how deeply
Hartley MARITIME had been hurt by
the change in his little sweetheart since
the advent of the stylish Alvin Audly
while she thought he could not care
much for her, since he could leave the
neighborhood without even bidding heI
"good-by."
A mist dimrned the deep, blue eyes
for few minutes, and then she turned
q more attentive ear to the blandish
ments of her aunt and the attention,
of the carefully attired Alvin.
Harley MARITIME little thought wha'
that little act of omission was to cost
him, or the fearful sorrow he might
have spared sweet, coniding little Myr
tie by remaining by her side.
When they returned to the parloI
Myrtle sat down on low stool at hel
aunt's feet, and listened, as she tolC
her of the grandeur of her home in tn,
the city, where Myrtle had never been
until her childish brain was almost fas
cinated by the tale.
"Sarah, why may not Myrtle accom-
pany us home? We should dearly love T.
have her, and Iassure you Alvin woulC
do everything to make her visit pleas
ant, for he thinks the world of her."
Mrs. Brevoort, TO whom the words
were addressed, did not reply for mo
ment, but then she said:
cit would please me much to hav'