The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1888-01-11


! face imaginable. lit up by pair Of soft
blue eyes that went straight 10 your heart
every time they rested upon you, and beau
tiful ripping hair. shining In the sunlight
like gold.
1T is very easy fer q man TO love her, !"
thought Philip, as he folded the wrap
around her slender form.
should he tell her what he had read?
No, not yet. He would wait and watch her
closely; il she mailed the letter there would
be an answer, and he must see that,
find out the mans name, and then-he was
not sure what he would do then, but for the
present he would wait.
Six weeks ago Philip Desmont and Irene
Hunter were married IN the little parlor at
lrene's home. Under a beautiful floral
bell composed entirely of rosebuds they
| were pronounced man and wife, and re-
ceived the hearty congratulations OF their
many friends.
Irene loved her husband as only such
affectionate natures can love. She was
only nineteen and Philip thirty-two.
Immediately after they were married,
Philip had taken his bride to their future
home, some three hundred miles distant,
and there proudly introduced her to his
friends.
Irene had always appeared perfectly
happy; she was young, naturally joyous in
disposition, and a general favorite with oil
who knew her.
There werc several young married peo-
pie living near them, and they all con-
trived to make the summer, Irene's first
among them, pass pleasantly.
On this afternoon they had arranged for
game of tennis, and as Philips lawn at
forded the best tennis court, they had met
there for the purpose.
After the first game, Philip had gone
into the house for his wife's wrap, as she
felt slightly chilly after SO much violent
exertion.
Then it was that he had discovered the
letter that seemed destined to ruin all his
happiness.
while the heart may ache within. And it
was so in Philips case.
He managed to play through game of
tennis very creditably. But he felt relieved
when it came to an end, and time for their
friends to depart.
The next morning Philip was up long
before Irene was awake. He could not
sleep and decided walk before breakfast
would do him good.
Thus it happened that he entered the
breakfast room before Irene. He paced
the floor impatiently until he heard her
step on the stairs. Then the door opened
and Irene entered. She was dressed in q
charming morning robe of delicate blue,
and Philip thought she had never looked
so innocent and sweet before.
His heart ached as he folded her in his
arms and kissed her again and again.
"Oh, Irene, my darling, say you love me.
"Love you? Why, Philip, you know L
love you-that never knew what it was to
love until met you"
"Are you sure you never loved any other
man, Irene?"
"Sure, Philip? How strangely you talk.
OF course am sure.
After they had finished breakfast Philip,
instead of going at once to his Office. as
was usually his custom. fingered by the
window, gazing out in an distracted manner
Irene had always been in the habit Of
giving him her letters to mail, and this
morning she had not mentioned having any.
AS Philip stood looking out of the win
dow, he was thinking of this.
At last, taking up his hat he said, care
lessly, ANY letters to mail this morning,
Irene?"
To his surprise Irene jumped to her feet,
exclaiming: Charles letter! How could l
be so forgetful? Wait just minute,
Phil" And she hurried out of the room.
Charles letter." Philip could not be-
lieve his ears. Evidently, there was mis-
take somewhere.
Presently Irene returned with letter in
her hand which she was folding ready for
the envelope.
Il am so glad you mentioned letters,
Philip, for yesterday morning l wrote to
my old school chum, Charlotte Tracy, or
Charlie, as we always called her, and
forgot 10 give it to you.
How easily it was all explained. Philip
had made himself miserable for nothing.
How happy he was to prove it all mis-
take. Some time he would tell his wife all
about it, but not now.