The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1885-05-21

6ho had not thought OF 1t IN this
way, and his woeful countenance
troubled her; and before she knew it
the tears were gathering on her dark
lashes.
Cyril noticed she did not answer. and
saw the tears. "Never mind" he made
haste to say; you've perfect night to
do as you think best; only shall be
so miserable after you have gone"
She caught the longing, hopeless
look in his eyes. and drawing her hand
away, she fed into the house and up
Stairs to her room. She understood
him now. He. Cyril Belknap, had
loved her as his life; how blind she
had been all these years.
The shadows we're long across the
pretty lawn, and just faint rose-tint
quivered along the little lake below the
house, and all things seemed peaceful
but the misery in her heart. She push
ed up the sash and,looked out. Down
on the piazza below her she heard
Cyril walking up and down, and knew
he was grieving. Presently he came
out and went over to their favorite seat
under the tulip tree, and sat down;
remained motionless. oh to grieve
the heart which had cared for her so
long. and leave the pleasant home he
had given her, where there was always
so much comfort and sunshine. To
turn away from one who had said
come" when another had thrust her
out in the cold world. OH it certainly
was awful
Presently step stole softly near the
tulip tree, and Margaret laid her shape
ly white hand on Cyrifs arm.
Forgive me; never meant to cause
you pain-you of all the world, Uncle
Cyril"
"Margie," he said tenderly. pushing
up his hat and drawing her down be-
side him. "Margie, you've read my Sc
cret now; have kept it for years, as a
sacred, sweet revelation of my own
soul. Do not blame me-"
"No; that were impossible-but I've
concluded not to go away from you,
Uncle Cyril"
"Do you mean that, Margaret, when
you understand how l love your"
He leaned toward her. with a great
hope surging up from his heart depths.
do mean that, Cyril"
"Then you mean that you love nae
and will be my wife, Margaret"
"Yes," answered she, with bright
blush.
He looked into her eyes, hesitatingly.
Was she saying this from pity?
Don't sacrifice your hopes and life
for me, MargIe; am not worthy of
such sacrifice" and he grew visibly
agitated.
"You must not talk so to one who
loves you too well to listen to it. /
should find it greater sacrifice of life
and love to leave you, Cyril, now that /
know all. Indeed, will stay with you
always"
Il dared not hope so much, Margie-
so much of happiness to come to me
yet for two years / have loved you de-
votedly. 1 am very happy, Margie,
and you, my pearl, are happy, too,
and he kissed the bright, blushiDg
face.
Presently she said, with some hesita-
ton: "How about my note of accept
ance, Cyril?"
Right here" He tapped his side
pocket and added, with smile of hap
piness, Il have found you far better
situation, darling Margaret"
When the invitations came to the
Maynard home for the wedding to be
Uncle JOSIAH could hardly restrain his
Joy for the great happiness which had
fallen to his niece Margaret-a hand
some husband, who was as good as he
was handsome, and beautiful home
He went to the wedding and gave away
the bride; but Aunt Lucinda turned up
her nose with an aristocratic sniff and
vowed she would not bulge an inch
No, not she; to attend the marriage
ceremony of such designing girl.
Just went there to rope Cyril in and
get her clutches on a lovely home that
never cost her q cent or days labor,
she said to the girls, and they snarled
in unison.
But her wrath and disgust availed
nothing. She had driven Margaret
from her doors to find situation, I"
and Margaret had obeyed in the most
delightful manner possible, and Say
brook had fallen to her lot, owner and
all.-Chicego Ledger.