The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1899-07-05

sigh. So did Morton. Morton was q
just little man when once he was con-
WINGED.
II say, fellows" he whispered ex-
citedly, when Townsend had been re-
called TO his duties by boiling over
of the teakettle that threatened TO put
out the fire In the CRATE. II say, fell
lows, l don't believe he likes doing II,
after all"
Townsend had lifted the kettle from
the fire and was making tea In a
brown teapot with a broken spout
While IL was sleeping be picked up
the pieces OF tho shattered plate from
the hearth where the old woman had
tossed IL when she had finished her
omelet.
Here's your tea" came distinctly
through the window a few minutes
later. What will you stir il with to-
day."
He turned 20 a motley collection Of
articles on a shelf at the old woman's
which Townsend was seen by his de-
lighted friends to make grimace.
I'm ready; go on" they heard her
say. Townsend, seated on the tables
edge, in close proximity TO his cooking
appurtenances, swung his legs idly and
began TO sing 1.-The Sunshine of Papa-
disc Alley"
We'll, Ill-be-hanged," said Chad
wick
The tea and the music seemed 70
have a composing influence upon the
old woman The incessant swaying Of
her body ceased. Only the nervous
hands beat continual time with the
toothbrush against the teacup
II went through a pork establish
ment the other day." said Townsend,
resting his elbow on his knee and his
chin on his hand. land there l learned
the intimate connection between the
rendering of pig products and the rem
dering of a song. / stored the infor.
nation in my memory TO tell you
The old woman showed some inter
est.
I'm rendering pork, you know, you
try the fat and in rendering a song
you try the audience. See? will
now illustrate the rendering of a
song" he went on hastily, seeing that
his patient was growing restless In her
effort TO understand his nonsense.
He was singing Ben Bolt in a
highly sentimental manner, and tears
were running down his hearers with
cred cheeks. when a step in the entry
caused an instant change In her de-
meanor. Springing TO her feet she
flung her teacup straight at the door.
Townsend sprang from the table, and
caught IL neatly on the fly.
out" cried Grimston, under his
breath.
How has she beenY the newcomer
asked. with no trace of surprise at the
warmth Of her reception. She was
woman Of 10, tall and angular, and her
features showed her kinship 70 the in
sane woman, her mother.
About "a usual" returned Town
send. Il saved the cup to-day, you
see. but | was too late for the plate"
indicating the fragments on the table.
The listeners beneath the window
now thought il wise TO make good
their escape-all except Allen He
walked along slowly after his friends,
who were running in pursuit Of an
electric car that had flashed by the
| end of the alley He let Townsend
come up with him.
"Hullo, old man, what are you doing
hereT -
Spying on you" returned Allen.
frankly; and then made his confession,
ending with, and beg your pardon
with all my heart"
"Oh, that's all right" said Town
send, much embarrassed. They're
Just two old women found out about.
The daughter makes neckties, and she
has to deliver them at shop in the
square every day at o'clock, so if I
can stay with the mother while she's
out she can keep her job you see.
| Then ii saves her some trouble II the
old woman has her supper while she's
gone. 1t amuses me, too" he added,
rather shamefacedly.
been his companions in the reconnoi.
tering expedition but IL was not hard
TO guess at some of them. Chadwick
came to Townsend next day with
II say, I've got some money here
that l got the other night-no matter
how-and l don't like 10 keep il. Do
you know any poor people that ii
would help"
And Morton, who had cut several
recitations for the purpose Of going
into Boston to make some purchases,
brought big bundle of silks, saying;
"Old man. Allen tells me that you
know woman who makes neckties.
Will you get her 10 make me some out
of these? Pretty, aren't they?' he
added. sheepishly.
And Grimston, who was fond of an
tiquities, implored him, whenever they
met. to render a song to try mems
souls"