The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-12-11

derstand how man with your attain
ments is contented to occupy an in
ferior position. BY CAD, sir, you are an
ornament to the best society, if you
could only realize it,"
In my time, sir, / have mingled in
the best society,"" returned Thomas,
quietly.
Il believe you, by CAD, do, and as
sure as my name is Winfield, you shall
again."
"The best society is something of o
bore at times"
"There's nothing truer; still it's a
good thing for Ian TO have an entree
in what the world is pleased to call
'aristocratic circles 1 suppose you
lost your fortune and your friends for
sock you, as natural consequence.
But you'll find q friend in me, by CAD (;
friend In foul weather as we'll AZ fair.
There is my hand on that. L always
wanted son, and never had one; but
You shall be that son."
THANK you. appreciate your kind
ness. My fortune, however, is still my
own, and il is not from poverty that /
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The General was in the act of spread
ing his handkerchief over his face, pre-
paratory to taking a nap. He paused
in the operation and stared amazedly
at his man.
"Not poverty" said he, in intense
surprise. "Then what on earth was
your reason, if l may ask ?"
Before / tell you my motive in as
Stunning this position. want to remind
you of what you said little while
ago."
"Remind nothing" cried the Gen
eral; shave no fear. / shan't go back
on my promise, for ! fancythat L know
an honest man when L see him. My
word is as good as my bond, so pro-
coed"
"You were so bitterly opposed to me
that, as was fully determined upon it.
l have been forced to resort to strategy
in order to make your acquaintance.
"Stop!" roared the warrior, waving
his handkerchief frantically. Call
Avis"
"Pm here, papa" said that young
lady, coming out from behind cur
tain.
Thomas, you've cheated me-" cried
the General, with some heat. Avis,
who is this MANI"
"Oh, papal" faltered Avis, deprecat-
ingly.
Speak"
"He isis Mr.. Gilfil."
"P-r-e-c-i-s-e-l-y," grunted the Gen
eral; "why in the deuce didn't recog-
nize him in the first place? l saw him
at the McCabe reception"
He studied Thomas face for mo-
ment.
Il know the reason" he cried; "Mr
Gilfl, where is that abominable En-
glish whisker that you wore at that
party?"
Mr.. Gilfil rubbed his hand over his
smoothly shaven face.
"That whisker is one of the sacrifices
l made upon the shrine Of success"
said he, meekly.
The General looked askance from one
to the other.
you're pair of 'em," said he, with
whitening sarcasm; % pair. of 'em, l
must say"
With that he shook out the folds Of
his req bandana, and, spreading it over
his face, composed himself to sleep.
Mr.. Gilfil sat down upon one side CT
the doughty warrior, and motioned to
Avis to sit down upon the other, where
they quietly waited for him to awake.
1t was not long. The bandana sud-
denly dropped to the floor, disclosing
a grinning, rubicund countenance.
Thomas" cried the General, briskly.
"Yes. sir"
"If Mr.. Gilfil. should happen to call
at any time, tell him that Gen. Win
field is in, and will be happy to see
him."
Il will, sir, and thank YOU"
"And if he should inquire for Miss
Avis, you are to tell him that Miss
Avis is in the parlor, and she will be
de-lighted-mark that now-de-lighted
to receive the gentleman"
II am to understand from this
began Mr.. Gilfil, with some agitation.
"That the best of success attends
Mr.. Gilfil's maneuver," interrupted
the General, blandly. "And you may
step round and notify Mr.. Cliffs
solicitors to confer with my lawyer at
once; we will arrange the preliminaries
for the marriage settlements without
delay"