The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1900-05-23
A YANKEE COAT.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
BY Francis NJ. Hardy.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS o%o%o4o%o>
Even woman could have seen that
Ned Moore was drawing small pleasure
from his pipe.
81 reckon the doctor spoke the truth
and I've got to do it. but it's the devils
own luck
"Of course, can't help the fever nor
the fever leaving me weak as water
and | know amt fit and want rest.
"a fortnight's holiday? Well, l can
manage the time, but how about mon
ey? Spring Lake will eat W $50 bill
in less than ten days"
Here pipe was abandoned for mo-
ment while pockets were emptied.
give, so. 500 and another 500
that's $40; this silver will make about
$2-S42; more than | thought, but not
enough. Still, | can make it do, per-
haps; hang it all, l must"
Ned Moore's face cleared 4 moment,
but only for moment.
what about clothes? l must have
one new rig-must. but how?
II hate TO do it, but, hang me, if L
see any other way. And the price was
only SO; dirt cheap Anyhow, who'll
know the rig is secondhand? And if
any one does guess what the devil do
careI'
After this declaration of indie
pendence" Ned Moore put on his hat.
put out his pipe and hurried around
Nla, 4 Ia
shop. He was bundle OF contrasts
and contradictions, this handsome
bachelor of Is. He could bully his
pipes, dogs. fire; could scintillate wit
and talk himself into smiles or tears
when alone. BUT. lacking the shelter
of home and stimulus OF solitude, he
was n different creature Bashful-
blushing like a young girl when spoken
to-and hopelessly bankrupt in strong
talk of men or small talk Of women. he
was generally regarded a cold, proud,
awkward. morose. He was nothing of
the kind-merely self conscious, that
was all. But in his case Il small fault
was enough 10 work much mischief.
Indeed this habit of self centering
thought had made the poor fellow an
easy victim TO fever and later delayed
convalescence. And for this reason
his doctor insisted that when he did
visit the seashore he should stay at a
fashionable hotel.
When Ned Moore arrived al the sec
ondhand shop. he made the painful
discovery that the blue serge suit he
wished TO buy was built for a man
twice his size. II was his first eXpe-
rience. however. with a secondhand
clothing merchant. and constitutional
bashfulneSs made him an easy victim.
Ten minutes later he left that shop
the owner Of tweed lounge suit,
handsome. It is true but n combina-
ton of yellow and black aggressively
'horsy" in color and pattern. He did
not like the thing; in fact, posi-
lively loathed the bizarre combination
of color and cut Unfortunately the
salesman said ii was the thing for him
to buy, and of course he bought 1t.
Moreover. he was told to buy. and did,
a pair of tan colored shoes and straw
hat encircled by a black and yellow
ribbon.
When Ned Moore caught his first
view OF the crowded veranda OF the
Monmouth House. he wished he hadn't
come. and after working his way
through n bevy of pretty girls sur
rounding the main door he decided to
skip dinner in the big dining room and
sup modestly in the small cafe.
Twilight deepened while he dined,
and there came TO the eX-inyalid with
the gathering shadows a strange long
ing for companionshlp. Indeed the
loneliness OF the room soon grew pain
fully oppressive. Through the open
window came the heavy salt air, bear
Ing 20 his ears the mingled talk and
laughter Of the many people on the
sands. He could see the after dinner
crowd drifting lazily along the broad,
sandy beach and, farther away, many
isolated couples" busy, any one could
see, retelling that old story which re-
news its youth with each generation.
Had the old mood still held Ned Moore
in bondage he would have gone for a
walk under the pines across the lake
and moped and smoked. But tonight
new feelings possessed him. He was
dominated by a newborn desire to
draw nearer the heart Of life-to come
in closer touch with that crowd Of pref
~ women down by the sea. And SO he
paid his bill, put on his hat and was
soon one of the multitude.
True, once or twice he did feel tri-
fe nervous as this new drawing toward
the fair sex increased i'm strength, and
something whispered he was taking
big risks. 1t was this feeling, perhaps,
which led him TO quicken his steps,
and he was soon clear OF the crowd.
But at the very moment when he fan
cied his feelings were well in hand he
came suddenly into the presence Of the
prettiest woman he had ever seen.
She was all alone and, half reclining on
the sand, was gazing steadfastly across
the sea 10 where the harvest moon
slowly lifted out of the great waters.
Before he knew what he was doing
Nod Moore had stpDDpd behind tho GIRL