The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1884-06-19

dozen years ago, o young man, whom
We shall here call Cabell. came out of a
fashionable church, and avoiding the
hrong of carriages and gayly-dressed
worshipers, strolled down quiet street
with wearied, bored look on his hand
some face. Life had bored him q good
deal lately.
He had been born some twenty odd
years ago in that stately house at the
corner, where he still lived. He bad
inherited good name and large estates.
and he knew nobody who had not tine
same good fortune.
When he was a baby, nurses and
footmen protected him from contact
with any children but those of his own
rank; when he was boy, private
tutor prepared him alone for college
at college he was extremely careful to
associate only with his equals. When
he travelled, he found in New York,
London, Paris, "his own set" living
within infexible barriers to- keep of
the "canaille."
He had profession, but with such
an income why should he practice?
He had no relish for coarse vices; he
neither drank nor gambled; he had no
taste for fishing, hunting, old china, or
rare editions. All of these outlets into
which other fashionable young fellows
turned their energy were closed to him.
Tomorrow would be just like yester-
day, and the days to come Ike to-
morrow. He would meet the same
men ut dinner somewhere; there would
be the same wines, and the same sauces
at the inevitable ball or opera there
would be the same set of girls and
their chaperones, the same dreary
chatter of gossip, or criticism Of the
newest prima donna or magazine story.
There they were going on with it now,
coming out of church!
The yawn he gave turned into a half
sigh. Did life run at so low tide for
all the world?
He was passing the great Penn Hos
pital at the moment and sauntered into
the grounds to look at some plant. He
passed the quaint old building every
day, but il had never occurred to him
to enter it.
He did so now listlessly, scarce know
ing where he went. One of the physi-
clans recognized him and walked with
him through the wards. Cabell looked
at the poor creatures as he might ut SO
many pictures OF suffering. 1t never
occurred to him that these were men
with the same blood, ties, passions, as
the people of his "set"
Who is that?" he said, stopping sud-
denly.
"1'hat young man? He is about youl
age, Mr.. Cabell, and positively he looks
like you. He is a Norwegian who
landed here a year ago, with a. little
capital; fell victim to typhoid, and
was brought to us when he had spent
his last penny and pawned even his
shoes. He is to be discharged to-mor-
row."
1t may have been only the accidental
likeness which interested Cabeil, but
he sat down by Lars Volk's bed and
talked to him for an hour; heard the
story of little Olga waiting to come out
and marry him when he should have
made his fortune by wood-carving, and
of the long years of work which he had
spent in earning the money to bring
him to the New World.
Come to me tomorrow" said Ca
bell, pressing the lads thin hand
heartily.
Volk came, and received money as. q
loan to take his tools and cloth out OF
pawn. Mr.. Cabell had gone about
among his friends and procured orders
for him, for Volk would take no money
as gift.
The boys needs and his story and
his gratitude were the opening of q
new world to Cabell. He woke in the
mornings with the sense that he had
something to do and to expect. He
had visited Norway and saw nothing
but the scenery and the fishing grounds.
Now it was the home of little Olga and
of old Jan and the violinist Born, and
all the good people Volk told him of.
He found that there were other emf
grants coming to the city every week,
Swedes, Norwegians, Poles, Germans,
Russians, each with his story of his old
life broken up, and of this desperate
venture to make home in this country
where all were strangers. CabeD
would not let them call him stranger.
1t was so pleasant at this great crisis
of their lives to step forward as their
friend; to help them to find place,
work and home. Gradually he became
interested in founding colonies In the
West and South. He helped hundreds
with his money and advice; his life be-
came full. He walked now with quick,
decided step, and his eye was keen and
friendly.
Foreign countries were no longer
spaces on the map to him, but the
homes of these, his friends; of thou
sands more to whom he might be 6
friend. Sometimes he visited his colo
MES in Dakota, or Virginia; or, wher
in the city, spent an evening with VOll
and his pretty wife in their snug little
home. Nobody" he used to say
"need complain of ennui, of wan
of work. The highest work i:
waiting for us in the street, next door,