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

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| Seven League Boots. keeping keen eye
to the slightest indication ~point" from
his black tan setter. he communed
| sadly with himself ~ to how he could
possibly avail himself Of lodging privileges
under his fathers roof for the coming
week. How he was to eat and sleep, keep
out Of sight Of his sisters friend, and still
be highly thought OF and admired by her.
"Afeerd OF woman!"
Kate this time. for he dearly loved his
pretty sister, and hated to cross her
wishes.
"Unless break leg or knock out an
eve, she would never forgive me, was his
conclusion. However, I'll hunt to-day.
and go into the martyr business in the
| .Sing while we may.
1 Another day
Will bring enough Of sorrow"
Hola! Something is the matter with
Pontol His white-tipped tail has ceased
to vibrate-he elongates his body, thrusts
forward his head; his eye is set; his limbs
stiffen rigidly; he in bout to havea tit!
"Hie onl" Whir-r-r! Bang, bang!
How the feathers fly. Three birds, by all
that's lovely!
He bags the pretty. brown, quivering
creatures, without pang of compunction,
| and loads up for fresh victims. When
game is plentiful the true hunter takes no
note of time, nor does he heed the pangs
of hunger.
Passing through the dim, damp depths
| of the leatiess woods, he added some wood
| cock and "merry brown hares" to his bag.
The short winter day is almost ended.
The naked, rusty tree-tops stand out coldly
against the pale, grayish sky; the shudder-
ing chill of the dying day creeps over him,
and he begins to realize that he has eaten
nothing since breakfast
| AS the Loadstone Rock drew Sinbads
frail bark remorselessly 10 its destruction,
so Dick is marching straight into the
meshes which Fate has prepared for him.
The unerring certainty with which skill
full sportsmen can distinguish objects afar
off is we'll known. but none the less re-
markable. BY the pale, smothered CLEAN
of the fading sunset Dick perceives q thing
which makes his heart flutter.
There has been n signal of danger. His
own footsteps crunching over the stiff, dry
flags, and the noise of
1.-The ripple washing in the reeds.
And the water tapping Oh the crag"
are the only sounds he hears.
Yet Crusoe's man Friday was not more
than was Dick at a Llue gauze vail, caught
in bunch of briers, gently, innocently
waving in the evening breeze.
A step further there is sprig Of scarlet
China berries, some small footprints in
the mud, and a glove.
Victor Hugo makes a big, tough old
sailorman particularly fastidious about
ladies' hands. Dick liked them small HIM
self, although his own would have done for
Hercules. Ladies gloves are sometimes
prettier than the hands they cover.
This one was dainty, embroidered lit
tie affair, and told tale of distress lying
there among the dried grasses and things
girls are for ever reaching after for their
winter vases, with scrambling little foot
prints in the mud all around it.
Beauty bebogged in MS greed for the
decorative cat-taill Dick sighed as he put
the pretty trihes in his vest-pocket.
A few more strides on the Seven league
Boots and he was on the high road, where
Flirt had stamped holes, while the hired
boy held her in, and the young lady went
for" the rushes.
Afar off he could, through the parlor
windows, see the light, where household
fires cleaned warm and bright" He
stalked along with pounds Of mud cling
ing TO his boots bristling all over with
cookie burrs and Spanish needles, hands
grimed with gunpowder, and heavy gun
and gamebng.
But nothing felt so heavy as that bit Of
gauze in his pocket, and the dainty glove.
Like the sybarite's crumpled rose-leaf,
they made u lump that rubbed and CALLED
him. He was in fever 10 be rid of them.
He made circuit of the stable-lot and
garden to prevent the possibility of his
being seen from the parlor windows, as if
in these days of high art young ladies
had nothing better 10 do than sit nloping
and gaping like Mariana in the moated
grange.
Cautiously passing the honeysuckle arbor,
looking about and around over his shout
ders. he pumped upon what he most
wished to avoid.
Sitting on the back porch steps, gazing
ot the moon rising in mystic majesty over
the big wood-pile, sat his sister and her
friend
lie nearly stepped upon them, but be-
fore he had time to swoon or shoot him.
self, wicked Katie, who thoroughly en-
loved the situation, was introducing
them. fairy-like creature, with Italian
sunset in her hair, and aurora borealis in
her cheeks, was murmuring his name.
He had not the sense to excuse himself
and leave, but stood like great object,
blushing, muttering, looking like the poor
Exile of Erin" or Pennsylvania road
tramp.
To Dora he appeared more OF bandit
of the Pyrenees, for the SLOUGH hat hid all
the face his great beard lett exposed, and
in pretty flute voic', she began talking to
him.
oh. Mr.. Harrington, Kate and have
been thinking such things about the Plei-
AIDES and Orion, and Berenices Hair. How
they must have looked and sbone. Just rs
they do now, thousands of years ago, when
the Greek boys and girls went tramping
over the hilly roads of Arcadia on their way
TO the Olympic Games; and they talked of
their under the sane names that we do to-
night-didn't they, Kate?"
Indeed they did, Dora"
"And they twinkle now Just as they did
on the night Alexander stormed Tyre, and
Hannibal terrified Rome with his victory
a. Canine. Don't you think SO, Mr.. Har-
rington?"
Kate did not want to SEQ her brother die
right in the prime Of life. so she merciful-
ly answered for him in an off -hand kind of
way:
Indeed he does. Dora. Dick has been
half over the world. you know"
Then she carried her friend into the par
Tor, leaving Dick too weak to walk up the
steps.
When she went up to his room later, to
see why he did not come down, he told her
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