The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1899-12-27

for your fathers taking OF. de was the
author of my existence Like Franken-
stein. he built me mp, bone by bone,
and was not content until he had made
gigantic monster and had breathed
into my bony breast the breath of life
Then. in order that / might not affiict
closet. Suppose | became the instru-
ment of his own undoing. Is it not true
that he was nevertheless the author of
his own downfall p
''Your logic seems to be as merciless
as it is correct, answered Gordon,
with knitted brows. "Still, there are
some points relating to your history on
which my mind is a trihe obscure.
What possessed my father to call into
being creature of your disagreeable
character p
1.-THE almighty dollar, young man.
He created me in order that you might
inherit a little more wealth. He did
not think. then. how | should one day
sit astride his shoulders like an Old Man
of the Sea nor did he think that it was
possible for me to afflict his son. For
obvious reasons, my relations with you
are not so intimate as they were with
your worthy father | was evolved out
of the wheat PIT of the board of trade.
Your father was Al bull and he merci-
lessly gored both Lie and fortune out of
certain bear who was not nimble
enough TO get ont OF his way
And who was this bear3" asked
Gordon.
"A man named Hepburn.
Amy Hepburn father? injured
the young man, rubbing his haui across
his brow in an effort to remembsr
Eyes. Hepburn lost every penny he
had in the world through that dlsas-
trous wheat deal He was forced into
bankruptcy and. unable to bear the dis
grace, took his own life His money
went to increase the store your father
left you. my boy, and it is now possible
for you TO live in luxury while Hep
burns wife and children must struggle
on as best they can However. ard
the skeleton got up and started back to
its closet. lit Is not for me to moraliZe.
Now that I've caught myself deliver
ing homily. I'll just take my depart
ure An revoir. my dear fellow"
Hating at the closet door, the skele-
ton waved its adieu and disappeared
within. Gordon sat in his chair, deep
in thought, while his cigar burned it
self out between his fingers.
At last he got up and shook his broad
shoulders as though freeing himself of
a disagreeable burden.
"Society has dared me, he mutter-
ed, "but l know my heart, now. and
I'll do as | pleased
After Harry Gordon and Amy Hep
burn had been married and had re-
turned from their honeymoon Harry
brought his bride up stairs to his old
bachelor den and seated her in a chair.
"My dear" he said, Il have a con-
fession to make to you. My father once
did your father grievous wrong, and
have made myself the happiest fellow
in the world by undoing it. However,
as we are not to have any secrets from
each other, you must know about this. p"
A look of establishment came into
Amy's blue eyes as she watched her
husband proceed to the closet, throw
open the door and go rummaging about
inside.
"What in the world are you looking
for, Harry she asked as he returned
to her side.
"I'm looking for something that does
not seem to be there-the Gordon fam
lily skeleton, Amy For the first time in
Is years it is not to be found in that
closet.
Just then clanking tread was heard
in the hallway without, the door was
pushed slowly ajar and the skeleton
limped in, supporting itself on crutch
and looking very much the worse for
wear.
"There it isl" cried Gordon. what s
the matter with you, old chap Here,
sit down. / want to make you acquaint-
ed with my wife. -
The family skeleton dropped into a
chair and shook until it ratified like a
score of castanets.
I'm done for, it groaned. You We
fixed me, young man. just dropped in
to say goodby forever But dom intro
duce me to your wife. We've met be-
fore.
That's so, Harry" said Amy. 81
know all about this family skeleton of
yours. Don't let it worry you. my
dear and she threw her soft arms
about his neck. Let the dead past bury
its dead If we are happy, isn't that
enoughH' p
Enough, yesl' And he pressed a
rapturous kiss upon her fair cheek.
That kiss pronounced the doom of the
Gordon family skeleton. Forthwith it
began to fade into thin air, finally van
ishing and leaving not wrack behind
J. b. Clark, Peoria, ILL.,, says: Surgeons
wanted to operate on me for piles, but
cured them with DeWitt's Witch Hazel