The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1892-06-29

door.
He picked up his coat and hat with a
daZed, haggard look, and said, This
is not ladys work, Mrs. Jeffrey. L
found out as much as that. You ought
not to work that churn; you will hurt
yourself.
Il churn three times week. / dom
mind it much now; l am used to it. 4"
Seeing how tired he looked, she sudden
ly changed the subject, and said: "Do
come with me out Of this gloomy place
to the veranda. There is quite breeze
now" She picked up his glasses and
wiped them on her apron, while he pre-
coded her up stairs. This Is the incest
corner in the afternoon, and this is the
easiest rocking-chair. Sit down, sir.
There is palm-leaf Now get cool and
comfortable while L come back with
fresh buttermilk for you. Won't you
enjoy buttermilk of your own making?
Here are your glasses, and here is-the
speech. She pulled it out of her apron
pocket and handed it reluctantly and
timidly. Now, please don't make Jun
of my work, and l will praise yours so
much more" She courtesied and disap-
peared.
Mr.. Burns put on his glasses without
delay, unfoldel the few leaflets, and
read. And when he was through read
ing he looked as If he had been listening
to th, first bluebird's song i'm early
spring, He was in the best humor by
the tine Mrs. Jeffrey appeared with
pitcher full of buttermilk What do
you think of the butter?" he called out.
IT'S great success. and | congratu-
late you; and | am ever so much obliged
to you, Mr.. Burns" Then she added in
an undertone: And the speech?"
1T could not be improved upon, my
dear Mrs. Jeffrey. You are an orator to
the manner born, upon my word. Allow
me to congratulate and express my
thanks.
They shook hands over the pitcher of
buttermillx and laughed like a couple Of
happy children. moment after, Judge
Burns, with the Fourth of July grafton
in his breast pocket, drove Puck on to-
ward Pinelake.
The Fourth of July had come, and
proved to be regular scorcher. There
WIS a noisy crowd at the village cele-
b!ation, and the market-place was thick
ly strewn with burnt out fire-crackers,
peanut shells, banana and orange peels.
The speakers platform was ablaze with
bunting, and every window around the
square seemed frame for pretty faces
and gorgeous millinery.
Mr.. Jeffrey's speech was one of the
first on the programme, but it was by no
means one OF the best. He began sol
emily in voice as loud as a fog-horn:
Ladies' and gentlemen-thism memoir
able day." etc. For one minute there
was flow of pompous phrases, carefully
committed to memory-then there came
a sudden stop-another start-another
stop. The tall speaker pulled up his
shirt collar as if he was choking, started
anew, got more and more entanged,
wished himself mile under ground,
flushed, stammered, and was at last
gently reminded by the president that
his time was up.
The last speaker was Judge Burns.
And what wonderful speech he made!
There was no end of cheering and clap
ping. The girls waved their handker-
chief, after having wiped off their tears.
Wasn't it perfectly lovely?" Just too
lovely for anything!" The women
smiled and the men nodded approval.
1T was daisy and no MISTAKE. Hur-
rah for Judge Burns" Three cheers
for Hezekiah Burns" At an open win
dow opposite the platform sat the post
masters wife, and beside her a little
lady in white dress, with pretty,
flushed face and pair of very bright
eyes fixed on the speaker, and turning
TO the village clock the moment Judge
Burns closed his grafton.
Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey drove home
early after the celebration. He had
nothing TO say, and was as cross as n
bear after his failure. His wife did not
show any sympathy either-so unlike
her, too. She seemed TO have enjoyed
herself thoroughly. Everything seemed
funny to her on the way home, where he
could see no fun at all. Her very laugh
grated on his ear for the first time.
Catch me making fool of myself
again in public!" he thought, but he did
not say so.
While he pat the horse in the stable
Mrs. Molly got the tea ready, an unusu-
ally good tea, and just the kind OF jelly
he liked best In the evening she actu-
ally struck a match to light his pipe on
the stoop, and laughingly pulled his
curly hair.
What's the matter with you to-
night, Molly2 / don't see what tickles
you"
Il suppose it's the celebration that