The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1885-04-23

aroused from my depression by the
sight of splendid Ste1nway, and row
after row Of attractive books. After
playing all our favorites, among them
that lovely Moonlight Sonata, / en-
sconced myself in deep window-seat
to read. Twas languid summer
morning, and the droning Of the bees,
and the bubble of little brook lulled
me into state Of blissful unconscious
ness. How long this happy condition
had lasted have no idea, but when
finally Enclosed my heavy eyes, twas
to find my head softly cushioned on the
sofa-pillow, and the curtains so drawn
drawn as to screen me from the sun
light Indolently raising my eyes /
saw sitting not five feet from me, his
head thrown back on the purple velvet
of the chair, his eyes intent on book,
that very ubiquitous person, Mr.. Frank
Pierson. Do you think / rose grace
| fully, thanked him for services render
cd, and made my exit from the room !?
No, you are mistaken. Instead, I
gave an angry little jump, confronting
him like young tigress. How ashamed
l am now when remember it But
think what silly spectacle had pre-
scented, sound asleep, and with my
mouth wide open.
Il might have spared you the trouble
of acting as my guard, Mr.. Person." /
said, irately, "had known that in en-
tering here / was intruding upon your
domain.
Pardon me-" he answered, quietly.
II seem destined to offend. Let me
explain. In passing through this room,
l found you asleep in the window, and
so carelessly posed that you might
easily have fallen out. Common kind
ness alone demanded that / should
protect you. If there is an intrusion
it is on my part, and leave you to the
sole enjoyment of this room,' saying
which he left.
was all repentance in moment.
My impulse was to make amends on
the spot, but it suddenly died; for. as
he assembled the steps. heard him
sing, with direct allusion to my morn
ings garden couture, make me no
gaudy chaplet."
Jack and Bess and 1 took lovely
row on the lake this afternoon. We
returned so late that only escaped
Miss Persons censure for my tardy ar
rival in the parlor where an entertain
ment was being given in my honor by
appearing in handsome costume, and
as gracefully as could.
did so enjoy my first evening @out,"
Cecil.
Once during its course, as / waited
on the moonlit gallery for my partner
to bring me an ice, saw Frank Pier
son standing near me. He looked pale
and weary, and seemed quite oblivious
of my presence.
Something in his melancholy attitude
struck upon my conscience. And that
unpleasant little monitor whispered,
"You owe this gentleman an apology;
now is your opportunity to make it.
BE brave and do your duty"
didn't stop to parley, but with fall
tering footsteps approached the stern
figure.
Il have come to make you an apol-
ogy, Mr.. Person." said, eyes down
cast and cheeks flushing. Il have been
childishly rude to you twice to-day; but
| am sorry now, and hope you will see
fit to forgive me-"
For moment there was no reply,
then, ready to receive my pardon, L
looked up, but only to meet an express
sion of countenance so strange, so in
applicable that my eyes quickly fell be-
fore it. And when he Intercepted,
coldly and almost scornfully, May L
ask your motive, Miss Beaumont, for
this course of action? Was it to obtain
O balm for self-wounded pride, or
through a sincere desire to atone?" my
spirit rose in defiance, and turned to
leave, saying, with bitterness:
Il regret that the effort which this
apology has cost me has been wasted
on one who cannot discern true mo-
tive from a false one."
"Stay. Miss Beaumont !" he cried, with
an entire change of manner, until l
beg your pardon. / only asked that
question to try you. Now have fully
indemnified myself for anything you
may have said, have 1 not?" with a
little laugh. only forgive me and let
us be friends" extending his hand with
so cordial and smiling an air that /
could not resist, and we made COM
pact of friendship on the spot.
Two guarrels and a reconciliation in
one day! i know the idea will amuse
you.
like my new home, Cecil, and all
are kind to me. Think of me dear, as
being as happy as can be without you,
and compensate me for that lack by q
long and early letter. Your loving
friend, BEATRIx BEAUMONT.
Letter No 81
july 2.
| If this letter seems little blue,
Cecil, dear. please attribute the fact to
physical weakness. When L am strong
again, l shall be your %old, light
hearted Trixie." have been sick of
late. Yes, really sick, for the first
time in my healthy life; and since /
know nothing short of the root of the
whole matter will satisfy you, / shall
"begin at the very beginning"
Don't smile, please, because this re-
cital begins with the name of one,
mention of whom filed most of my last
letter. An explanation of matters can
not be made without it.
The reconciliat on spoken of in my
J last letter seemed so complete that /