The true northerner., 1899-06-21
Blue BILLS AID JONQUIN.

Out in the dear old garden, under the
hawthorn hedge, where Willie and l
stood sorrowfully, on that Tuesday
morning in June, just before he started
for the Black Hills TO seek for gold.
Give me a bunch of those lovely
flowers. Carrie" he said, for their
blue blossoms will remind me of your
eyes, my darling"
And as | stopped to gather a hand
full OF blue-bells and ionquils that grew
at my feet. he caught me lovingly in
his embrace. and pressed me tender
ly to his heart. whispering In my
ears:
Darling, will you be true to me
while I am absent-will you think OF
me alone when / am gone? Oh. Car
rie. my darling love, will you wear
my image in your heart during those
long, weary months of waiting, while
/ am wrestling the precious ore from
the mine-doubly precious, my darling.
since its possession will break down
the barriers that divide us-for, Car
rie, dearest, it is not my want Of
name. but my want of gold, that stands
in the way of our union?"
All! little did my Willie think that
It was not for the want Of gold or
name that Uncle Nathaniel had for
hidden him ever again ito darken his
DOORS" No, he had learned that / had
given my heart to Willie Vanderbeck
for this was the name my hero had
borne ever since that early May morn
ing twenty-five years ago when old
DR.. Vanderbeck, going out to visit
patient, had found my Willie-then
wee, chubby infant-with one little
rosy fist crammed into his mouth,
while his eyes were smiling up into
the astonished face Of the good old
doctor from out Of the wicker basket
in which my darling lay And the dec
tor had taken him in and given him
home until his death few years pre-
vious. But now Willie was going to
brave the dangers of those horrid
Black Hills that he might return and
make me his wife Only few short
hours remained before our parting and
heaven alone could tell when he would
return to me again.
"Ah, Carrie! sweet love!" he whis-
pered, trying to cheer me, when /
come back with the yellow bags your
uncle's doors will be open wide to well
come me, for 1t Is gold, swee,neart,
that is the open sesame to hearts aid
homes in these DAYS Of mammon wor-
ship" he said bitterly.
"You are mistaken, Willie" l ans
wered. "It is not your poverty nor the
want of a name that closes Uncle Ma
thaniers door on you. Listen, and
will tell you what it is"
Then went on, and told him how
father had made his will two years
previous to his death, when uncle mad
first come to live with us, giving all
his wealth to me, with the proviso that
/ should marry George Hammond,
Uncle Nathaniel's only son. But
shortly before his death, and after
George had behaved so badly toward
poor Nellie Benson, our seamstress,
father made new will, in which he
left everything to me without any re-
strictions, and this will father put In
a little tin box which was always
locked up in his desk; but after his
death this last will could not be found,
and Uncle Ma haniel says that father
DESTROYED it be ore he died. The first
will leaves me entirely in my uncle's
power. and his cart is set on George
and me marrying. "And now, Willie,
dearest, you know the cause Of this de-
termined opposition to our union, and
why / cannot banish the gloomy fore
bodings that haunt me, causing my
heart to sink when v,u speak so hope
fully of returning with gold to remove
the barriers which uncle will always
oppose to our union. But no matter
whatever it will cost me, will be true
to YOU"
Eleven little months have passed
since then, but, ah! such months Of
agony to me!
Scarcely was my darling's back
turned when my Cousin George re-
turned from the city and formally
proposed for my hand; but l had only
one answer to give him
Cousin, / am already engaged to
marry the only man l can ever love-"
Then followed a stormy scene with
my uncle, until, blinded with tears,
fed from his presence and stole out
here to weep, where none but the blue
bells and jonquils could witness my
wild grief. oh! how I longed for the
touch of the dear hand and the sound
of the dear voice, 10 calm the tumult
in my aching heart, which my uncle's
angry and cruel words had arousedl
For long hours I sat there beneath
the shade OF the fragrant, blossoming
hawthorn, listening to the plaintive
notes of the whip -poor-will, that
seemed TO echo the sad voice OF my
aching heart. The sun went down be-
hind great banks OF gold-colored
clouds, while / sat there in the gloom
of the twilight trying TO school my un-
disciplined heart. and gain fortitude
to meet my cousin without looking the
loathing which felt when in his pres
ence.
The stars came out silently, one by
one, and the breeze began to stir the
branches of the trees, tanning my hot,