The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1888-05-30

of the heroes who fell at Chickamauga,
fighting for the Union and the old flag,
and to resemble him as l grow up--I
think that is glory emo gh for poor
girl like me. Poor, dear father =
how we'll / remember how fine he
looked in his Majors uniform when he
took me up and kissed me, as he went
back from his leave of absence, just
before that battle / was only little
thing; but the recollection will never
be blotted out from my memory"
Such a "reminiscences as this very
naturally set good Mrs. Maxwell cry
ing, and for moment the subject of
their conversation was forgotten. 1t
was brought up again by the ring OF
the door-bell.
"That's his ring" said Mrs. Maxwell.
hurriedly drying her eyes. Now dc
try to treat him we'll. Just think what
chance it would be for you, Belle!
/ know he likes you"
This was rather more than the widow
had said yet to her daughter on the
subject. She was good-hearted
woman, but the prospect of having
Mr.. Curry for son-in-law had rather
upset her usually level head. She had
made great many plans In secret,
based on that desirable event. The
death OF her husband in the war had
left her poor, with nothing to rely on
but her daughters musical abilities,
the exercise of which now gave the
two very comfortable support. Belle
was good girl, as well as handsome
and clever, and cheerfully labored for
her mother and herself She was prob
ably as happy in her independence and
in the love of her work and her home
as any girl in the city. Some years
having passed since the fall of Major
Maxwell among the country's heroes,
the widows grief had become blunted,
and she, too, was enjoying certain
happiness. That is, she had been, un-
til the advent of Mr.. Curry and his
marked attentions to her daughter
threw the good woman into fiutter
of excitement and anticipation. Moth
ing is so disturbing to the average per-
son as a remote and uncertain prospect
of wealth and the truth is in this case
that Mrs. Maxwell lay awake the
greater portion of several nights, spec
ulating about what would happen
when Belle should become the rich
Mrs. Curry.
The young lady herself was not in
the least disturbed by any such pros
pect. The man was positively disa-
! greeable to her. He was gentlemanly
in his ways, cold and Unconditional; one
to whom generous impulses we're
strangers. He was devoted to the care
of the large fortune that had been left
him by his late uncle, great war con-
tractor, and was constantly looking out
for chances to swell it by speculation.
This was the last man that might nat
urally be expected to fall in love. But
sbeauty draws us by single hair. and
the first sight of Belle Maxwell effect
ually did the business for Leander
Curry. He had been prevailed upon,
against his custom, to buy ticket for
O charity concert, in which "home tai
emit" was largely to be represented.
The gem of the evening proved to be a
song by Miss Belle Maxwell, which was
heartily applauded and encored- The
grace and beauty, as well rs the pure
sweet voice of the singer, made deep
impression upon the vast audience; and
they actually struck some sparks from
Mr.. Curry's finty heart. He came,
saw, heard-and was conquered. He
became frequent caller at the humble
Maxwell home; and this condition OF
things had been in progress for some
months at the time that our sketch
opens.
All this time we have left Mr.. Curry
standing at the door, while our neces-
sary explanation has been made. He
might still be standing there, for all
Miss Maxwell would do to admit him
and the widow, seeing Bellies perfect