The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1900-05-23

dropped on the sand. slipped his arm
around her waist and was giving her
an old fashioned hug
That the young woman took kindly
TO this embrace was quickly proved.
for her Lead IA pp,d against Ned
Moore's she lder. ard l'ttle hand
stroked his yellow and .ack coat
sleeve. Moreover. the young woman
murmured loud enough To be heard
above the rush OF the surf
yes. darling
Ned Moore could plainly hear his
heart beating. but he couldn't. TO save
his life, get n grip on words. So he
Rugged the girl again. She seemed TO
read the right meaning in his silence
however, for she whispered:
"Such n heavenly night, isn't IL,
sweetheart
81 must say something" thought Ned
Moore, and he was on the point Of
speaking when another man spoke for
him
"Well. I'm darned"
And when Ned Moore looked up he
saw facing him man about his own
size and build-a man whose face was
livid with passion. The intruder didn't
give Ned long to think. however, for
he burst OUT
what is this. Nell? What in thun-
DER
He got no further, for, with a Shrek
the young woman sprang away from
Ned Moore. When she faced him, she
too angry for words.
answer me. Nell-answerw
"Oh. it's all mistake-a dreadful
mistake" cried the young woman.
Mistake? Nonsensev
NO, truth, Jack" and the pretty,
tear stained face was lifted toward the
angry man. Il was sitting here" she
ran on, her voice tremulous. waiting
for you. and | had just dreamed my
way back to last summer "nd was, oh,
so happy. living over thc~H dear. sweet
days, when somebody. so like you,
passed between me and the sea, fitting
in. OH so true. with my sweet dream!
Then an arm stole around me-tho
same old yellow and black coat sleeve,
and
why, bless my SOUL" cut in the an
CRY lover, eying Ned Moore intently,
you've got on my old counting rig!
see it all now. Nell, dear, don't say an
other word. It's all my fault. I'd no
business TO sell that dear old counting
l. l.
For an awful moment Ned Moore had
been trying to settle in his own mind
whether he was dreaming. To find he
was not lifted great weight from
his mind. and he joined his new ac-
Quaintances in hearty laugh. Then
he said:
"And you forgive me, then, both of
you?"
"Why, OF course we do" cried Jack
and Nell. and then Jack continued:
Its my skittish black and tan court
ing coat that played the deuce with
both Of you. How did you get hold Of
itT
Bought ii secondhand. but I'll make
you a present of the whole outfit as
soon as | get back to my own modest
clothes Honest. | haven't known my
self since put the wild rig on"
Jack said he didn't want the coat, but
his sweetheart timidly remarked:
Eyes; take il from him. Jack. You
must. III never feel quite sure OF my
self while that coat belongs to another
man."
Ned Moore found something more
than health ut the seashore- found his
heart. And he returned to New York a
new man. Something, time soon testi-
fed had opened bachelor eyes to the
loneliness Of woman, the loneliness OF
bachelor lfe for in six months lie mar
ried-married and settled down to hard
work and home life. But for reasons
the nature Of which he did not explain
TO his little wife he never parted with
his own counting coat, even when its
days Of active service had Departed
Chicago Times Herald.