The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-12-18

ried off, from which she was presently
aroused by the excited voice OF the
station door-keeper in loud renon-
STRANGE.
"Thats no way to come up! You
want to come up the other door, and
get your ticket"
30, I'll buy my ticket" cried an inn
patient rather nasal voice. and Daisy,
looking up, saw Gideon Foster, GRIM
son-faced with hurrying through the
heat. CShe, afterward. in describing
his appearance to Miss Hallett, de-
clared, do you know, he came up the
exit stairs, and really, believe he
must have vauhed the gate; for no train
was passing, ana of course the gate was
shut! Yes, he must have scrambled
over that high fence; he looked as red
as turkey, toopD
"Ah," said she, with half smile.
"You have come? Well, perhaps you'd
best buy your ticket and deposit it. The
others will be here directly, and we can
catch the next train"
1t was not bad at all, at the park.
They boated awhile. viewed the menag-
erie, promenaded the mall, and brought
up at the restaurant. 1t happening to
be a concert-afternoon, the restaurant
was very much crowded. The ladies
waited at the door with Maclean, and
Gid went ahead to find seats. He
had no hesitation in asking strange
gentleman to relinquish his table
! in favor of the "ladies in our
party" The stranger looked in
jured and inquired, "Where in
naughty word do you want me to go?
Out in the street,"
Other seats were vacant at that mo-
ment, and Daisy and Name came up
smiling; they had caught the drift of
| the strangers remark. The latter
looked crestfallen. Daisy's beauty was
of the serene sort that inspires admira-
ton at the first glance. The ladies sat
ia ing their escorts. Gid would have
preferred to sit beside Miss Darrow.
"Do you drink beer, Miss Hallet ?"
asked Maclean.
Everybody drinks beer" said Daisy,
who really was not fond of it, but
wanted to study all possible express
sions in the face of her model.
Beer was, therefore, ordered with the
ices and cakes. Daisy observed that
Gid drank with the gulps of noviti-
ate She smiled, and let the beverage
trickle slowly down her throat.
down our way" said Gid, "if lady
drank beer, she'd be ostracized"
would she?" asked Daisy, thinking
what capital name for the portrait was
Down our wayp
Gid couldn't help feeling little sur
prised, when Maclean and himself had
seen the ladies to the door of Miss Hal
| let's residence, that there had been no
invitation to enter. But he forgot it
presently in Maolean's congratulations.
You're making fine Roadway, Gid ;
but what about that little girl down
homer"
Gid replied in a practical tone. He
was sorry, but the engagement could
be broken with Mabel. Alas poor
Mabel, whose voluminous correspond
ence was no longer carried about next
his hearth Poor Mabel, who crossed
and recrossed her foolscap in flowing
schoolgirl hand TO such little purpose !!
Besides Mabel, Gid had also little
Indiana sweetheart who wrote him
pining epistles. So it will be seen he
was something of lady-killer in his
own circle.
The quartette made an excursion the
following week to Coney Island, the
only peculiar feature of which being
in Daisy's mind, the dinner order of
Mr.. Foster. She spoke of it next day
! to Name.
"He ordered roast turkey dear, and
only fancy boiled eggs L saw the
waiter smile. Only to think of it
eggs for dinnerl'
Miss Hallett shrugged her shout
ders:
81 wouldn't care if he had eaten
shells and all.
Daisy was painting away at the por-
trait.
I'm not satisfied" she said, pausing
to regard it. "Pm going to ask him to
sit to me-.
"But what will he think of the cos
tune you put upon him?"
"Oh. I'll work that in afterward. L
only want to catch the expression.
Wait till he comes again.
He happened to come that afternoon.
Name retired to the adjoining room,
for fear she should smile. Daisy had
covered up her easel, and reclined
picturesquely in the easy-chair. Gid
came alone; he didn't know where Mac
lean was.
Its just as well" said Daisy, bland
ly, because / have q confession to
make, Mr.. Foster" She lowered her
eyelids, and displayed beautiful eye
lashes. Il hope you will pardon me, :"
she began.
There isn't anything 1 wouldn't par
don in you," said Gid, very impress
sively.
Daisy paused and thought: "Was
that outrageous Name giggling aloud
in the other room?"
"Then, would you be very much
offended if 1 should ask you to allow
me to make sketch of your face ?
You know we art-students are constant
ly on the watch for countenances that
are not insipid and common. A face
like yours, for instance, indicative OF
strength of character and-and ambi-
ton, perhaps"
Gid was smiling broadly.
"You don't know how oomplimented
I'd feel" he said.
"I'm glad to hear you say so. Will
Won oft for ma N little whila today TT