The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1888-03-21

llceIng upon. Ghe Won . blost volyot
ovcss, white lace rullee, dinmond buckle
and graceful bunch Of crimson bouvardIa
in her lovely golden hair:
Is IL he had been sitting there long time.
~What you see 70 the left there Is water,
the old gentleman was saying. 1T Is the
river, not much Of one. but there seems TO
be attraction enough to keep Dick for ever
rambling along iis margin. Come, Dick,
and tell as what you ind."
aWillets, martins and doe witches. re-
Peats Dick, as If answering question In
geography.
"Oh. but saw lovely things growing on
the banks when crossed 1t to-day" cries
Dora. and old Mr.. Harrington, having
lugged his bashful son into the CONVERSE
ton. gracefully retired behind his paper.
Dick stood by her. and couldn't help
thinking her distractingly pretty. but he
was not the fellow to take q lead In CONVEX
sation.
"Dont you think cat-tails are too utterly
lovely for anything?' asked Dora, in con-
fidential kind OF way.
IL can't say like them much. They
are always getting mashed, or being trod
on, or being caught in shutting the door. I"
Dora opened her eyes and looked puz-
zled.
"They should be hung with red ribbon
to have the most artistic effect. You know
we cannot get them in town, and am so
anxious to take three home with me. Will
you not help me, MIR. Harrington, to get
them?"
Certainly. But would you not prefer
fox? know a fellow who has glass case
full. He cuts them off as trophies"
"How awfully cruell"
"Cat-tails would be worse, as you would
have to kill them first, suppose. My sis
ter thinks almost as much Of Tabby as she
does of me-"
Dora looked as completely mystified as
if she were listening to a few remarks in
the Hebrew language.
Kate, on the lookout, caught the express
sion. and carried her friend OF to the
piano.
Was it shaft at random sent that made
Dora sing Wrapping old Stairs" instead
OF the German songs she had spent so
much time over?
..ome little fairylike creatures know their
man by instinct, and suit their ammunition
to the game.
Dick thought he had never heard any
thing so entrancingly sweet when Dora
warbled-
Your Molly has never been false. she declares,
Since last time we parted at Wrapping Old
Stairs;
When sworo that still would continue the
same,
And gave you 'bacca-box marked with my
name.
Be constant and kind. nor your Molly forsake,
For your trousers Iii mend, and your grog
too, III make.
And then, to show what a domestic turn
4, t1,a atttra ant a,,A
got her knitting. and began narrowing to
set the heel.
There was skein TO be wound, and be-
fore Dick knew what he was about his
arms were stretched in an imploring atti-
tude, holding the hank, while Dora's pretty
white fingers loosened tangle here and
there in the most charming manner pos
sible.
rs this fora tidy?" he asked, by way
of being agreeable.
"No. 1t is for my-my stockings" muir
murs Dora. Il always knit them myself"
she added.
You might have knocked Dick down
with feather. Knitting her own stock
ings. Economical little thing!
A freak OF memory called TO mind how
his mother used to do il, knitting his
fathers socks in the bright freight while
he and his baby sister romped with the
kittens on that very hearth. He wondered
if anybody would ever knit socks for him
there.
And die you spin the yarnl'
He looked SO in hopes she would say
yes. Dora was really sorry she had not.
She did not think ft to tell him that the
silk cost as much as six ordinary pairs,
and that the knitting had been her company
work for a year. Crimson and cream
colored silk make little hands look 50 cum
nnP and white.
at ball in California, said ID OK. "She
said to me. Stockings I can do without,
but earrings | must have. / see you wear
no earrings
Il wear no ornaments except natural
flowers, and this old shoebuckle of my
grandfather
Then and there Dick made up his mind
he would get her the biggest breastpin
money could buy, the very next time he
went TO the city, and send it anonymously.
A girl who did her own knitting, wore a
black gown without any peaks or ruffies.
and an old shoe buckle for iewelry, de-
served n breastpin.
And that very night he reflected over his
usual pine, that even il fellow had not a
great deal of money, any man would do
well to get wife like that, and believed he
wonld tell his friend Howard about her.
And he dreamed pleasant dreams Of Dora
knitting socks, and patching the big hole
he had that day Torn in his corduroy
trousers, though the stars, and cats with
their tails cut of, came and bothered him
some.
Dick spent an hour with the brushes
next morning, trying to get his hair to lie
smooth.
He had a way Of looking as IL he were
always IN high wind. even on n day when
feather wonld drop like a bullet. But
his teeth were as white as Ponto's, and he
looked you straight in the eve.
There was a broiled woodcock for break
fast.
'Oh, Katie, stopl" cries Dora. "You
must eat yours from the plate / painted for
you"
She runs away for it, and comes down
with a charming bit of ceramic art. Ari-
adne was represented riding on panther
on a background of palest green, tie color
OF ducks egg. The nymph was in most
graceful attitude. her countenance beaming
with love and hope, as the joyous bride of
Bacchus.
This is present for you. dear; did it
myself"
How utterly lovely 1t must be hung up;
it must! Look. pa, how beautiful"
Mr.. Harrington put on his spectacles,
and examined It critically.
"a very pretty Scripture picture Very