The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-09-04
sCome back. oh. nv Leartls

Come back, oh, my hearth"
OF n sudden she deserted beautiful
white water lily bending gracefully
over the water, just within reach, she
thought.
Rash girl The desire changed into
determination TO pluck it if possible.
She threw discretion, as was her wont
too often, to the winds for the time,
leaned far over the side of the frail
craft, which tipping even with her
slight weight, precipitated her into the
rivers sparkling depths.
Philip caught glimpse of the dimity
white as it fiuttered over the side and
ran frantically to the spot.
Not a moment did he hesitate.
Jumping quickly overheard, he was
soon struggling with the waves. and
ere she had gone down the second time
had secured her limp form and was
wrestling again with the turbulent
stream for the safety of himself and
that of the one dearer to him than his
own life.
They formed a rude couch of shawls
for the unconscious girl, whom they
feared would die, as nothing they did
for her had power to revive her.
Madge chafed the little cold hands
and repeatedly kissed the cold, death
like brow and lips, while Rosalys silent
ly wrung her hands and wept.
Philips time was completely occu-
pied with handling the boat and making
all possible speed to reach the cottage.
He succeeded. In an incredibly long
time, it seemed to him, the boat grated
on the sand, and hastily, but gently he
lifted his light and inanimate burden,
making lengthy strides for Mrs. SOM
erton's.
my darlingl" he cried, passionately.
God is not so unjust as to take you
from me, now that cannot do without
you. Open your eyes, my precious,
and tell me that you will live for me-"
As if in answer to his fervent appeal,
the lips quivered and languidly the
white windows lifted disclosing the
beautiful blue depth within.
God be praised!" he calculated,
kissing her forehead, cheek, and lips
passionately.
She was drawing herself Indignantly
from his embrace, striving to unbar the
arms so firmly encircling her, when he
poured forth his love in perfect tor
rent of wild, impassioned words.
She only took heed of three words
which he uttered, 81 love you!"
will you be my wife, Maud? Oh,
heaven be praised" he cried joyfully /;
chow 1 feared for the worse, my dar-
ling, my own"
The remainder of the way he seemed
transported to the realms of bliss,
while Maud was not far away.
In the halcyon days which followed,
Philip dispatched tender, loving
epistle to his parents, informing them
in extravagant words of his engage
ment to the sweetest, loveliest maiden
in Christendom. He neglected, how
ever, to mention her name.
The answer came. Great God!" he
calculated, "Can this have come from
my father, whom 1 parted from so re-
cently?" 1t ran as follows:
PHILIP AINsLEY: SIR-How dare you have
the audacity to engage yourself TO any one
without the sanction of your parents?
Engaged, indeed! Bah and TO little. in
significant, inexperienced thing of 10.
Sir, you are an idiot.
All of our hopes for your future will be as
naught. No, sir, none of your n. p. Willis
milk-maids half divine for me.
Go your way, and remember, you hence
forth may consider yourself disinherited, for
you are no son of mine.
Not penny of my fortune will you ever
possess. CUTHBERT A. AINsLEY.
Poor Philip sat as if stunned after
perusing his fathers cruel letter.
"Can it be that he has been i'll, and
now is partly deranged? God grant
that such may be the case, and that
perfect recovery may swiftly follow.