The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-04-03

/ entered the room. / noticed Jack
give one start; but he received me in
such q very un-J ack-like manner that
was terrified. Mamms-Kitty i
cried. Quite well when / left them.
said Mr.. Dacre; but when he placed
mo in chair, and took one opposite to
me, i felt matters were desperate.
what is wrongY gasped. Dearest
Jack, pray speak, Only an address,
said he, and put the unfortunate enve-
lope in my hands. This contained n
letter for your sister, which /, perhaps
fortunately, read before Iperceived the
mistake. 1 have just seventeen min
utes before leave for the return train !;
80, if you wish to say anything, let me
beg OF you to speak ut once
Il sank back in my chair and covered
my face with my handkerchief, trem
bling with agitation. Will you hear
my explanation L stammored. Need
less; the letter can have but one mean
ing. L came to release you from your
engagement to me. Did this scoundrel
know you were engaged? L covered
my face again. To hear Sir Charles
North called a scoundrel was too much
for me. L did not speak for several
minutes; but time was flying fast, and
at length / said, If this is in truth our
last meeting, grant me one favor; say
that You will before / tell you what it
Is. OF course it is reasonable, honor
able request that L wish to make; but
own it is one you will not like to grant.
He paused a moment, then said, Il will
do whatever you ask Il ask you to
see Sir Charles North He WINGED,
but bowed silently. L left the room to
see the Baronet. found him in his
own room, intently studying an i'm
mense book-but only the illustrations,
l believe. L asked him to come with
me to speak to a gentleman who was
waiting to see him. He fatty refused.
Time was rushing on. / knelt by him,
implored him. At last L kissed him,
and he yielded.
Taking my hand in firm clasp, he
descended with me to the room where
L had left Mr.. Dacre. Jack stood,
moody and stern, pale as ashes, whore
l had left him. We entered. / led Sir
Charles toward him. Mr.. Dacre, said
L, let me present you TO Sir Charles
North, Baronet. Jack started-paused
seized Sir Charles in his strong arms,
and threw him out of the Window
no, kissed himl For this 'scoundrel,
this fat, greedy, idle little man is the
dear little son of Lady Milicent, aged
just years Now you see, bliss Kitty,
you had better have had little faith in
your sister for once. You put all this
into my head, and l could noHres st the
joke; but it shall be my last, for never
more do / wish to see such look of
pain in the face / love best in all the
world.
sack did not 60 back by the return
train, though he was obliged to leave
early this morning; but l do not think
l can stay away from him one day over
month. Lady Milicent says you must
come TO take my place. She will write
and ask mamma. You will soon be as
madly in love with Sir Charles"
And so it proved. l went TO stay
with Lady Milicent; and of all the
darling, quaint, noble. chubby little
pets 1 had seen, Sir Charles was the
king. At the end of the year Frank
returned in time for Christmas. He
did not go back to India; he settled in
England. He and / were married
about six months after Dolly.
We both live in lovely part of
Kent. Dolly's husband pets and loves
her devotedly. My husband adds to
all his love delicate, tender homage,
infinitely precious to me.
kitty, dearest, my mother once said
to me, you and / have tasted the
fullest earthly happiness. We both
know that reverence is the perfectly
peerless jewel in loves crown; but we
must earn it"
A brave Elton boy spends as much
time with us as his mother can bear to
spare him, and the most welcome guest
in Jack Dacre's home is Sir Charles
North, Baronet.