The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1869-12-10

| o">A sSsoAS.OSUCvS W ssNSsA OssNS 8Osss~O~s
shout Il yet. There II the old sciOol. trick
OF =. secss,s.r ct = myssesy," whispsrinxs
In cosners, stolen g,ances, Dropped gloves.
liule lsttesst deposited IN crafty: hiding
places. There 10 the carrying out OF the
NEW ritual Of ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS gis0Sst 70
u, the stealing photographs and the kissing
locks of hair. and tic writing love- poems
with certain weakness IN their rhyme, and
the watching the light in orr r,istrcss's WIN
dow. It Il wonderful with Whist . rigor.
Gus exsctitude. with whist . grave serious.
ness, We carry out our part In the pleasant
little comedy. Bot it is no cOmedy to US
while we figure in It. Il is tl~revrlation of
new world, q world Of light and joy. .
world, too. of wonder and cnchantmcnt and
mystery. Tout ct systers daSs iF0mour, v
VIC sing with Old Fnntaine, g ses Nssaes,' son
csrqvois, soa Jsawbeax, s0w entrnee," and Of
these mysteries we are admitted as worship
crs. It is hard not to feel little nuttcr Of
pride at being not quite what other people
arc, not quite what we ourselves were 4
month ago. What woald others understand
IF this new lOvc-languagc That VIC talk
What Of our spasmodic little chatter. bro
ken with passionate calculations that have
2 no relation to any subject that could he dis
cussc:! in earth or heaven, interrupted Ivy 81.
lenccs more eloquent than WORDS? What
Of those delicious caprices that follow on
the sense Of power, those bright little quar-.
lot ;,>A fnse A1,nt
ancc is impossible: What Of this new love
of lettcr-w writing in fingers that once lmtcsl
apcn? We exult in the thought that ST.
Valentines day taxes the energies of the
Post Office more than my other day in the
year. We laugh to think Of a great Gov
eminent department in futtcr because
love says WRITE" and we have written.
What Of this new delight in solitude, III
incoming about" As we used to Gail It in
our unrcgcnerAtc days? Surely it is some
thing that love conquers boredom, that ono
is never alone when one can peep At y lock-
ct, or spell over again those sweetest md
most crossed of lcfters,i Of. debate whether
the object Of -oasss passion locked best ina
blue dress ~ brown. But oil these aro the
mere outer accidents Of life, aud itiis life
itself that is SO changed. What fres!,
boisterpus breeze of life and liberty comes
sweeping down On the tranquil little soul
whose deepest JOYS and sorrows have boon
over her lessons and her doll! Al! til"
youth in her veins quickcns ut the touch.
She is ahoy'cn, q scspcgracc in moment:
the govcrness shruys her shoulders; NAM
ms begins to think of her "coming out"
Then there Is the sudden rcvulsion. tho deli
ciOus inequalities aud Inconsistencies of ~
period Of transition, the slyness and stiff
ness, the silence. the rcvery. Then ut u
bound there Is tho return on pure girlliOOd.
the defiant revolt, the rebcllion against this
absorption in another. ON ei aao, il is the
close ncighborhood of the two that gives
each its, charm. She is Airt, coqucttc;
for whist is coquctry but the half-incrttlu-
li,yo IT girl unable to believe In her own
happiness. eager to convince herself Ivy any
experience Of the new strength and attrAc.
ton that she has gained? After life brings
deeper. in,cnser passion, hut never scns,.
tions 50 vivid. 50 rapid, 50 cxquisitly con
trastcd, never % involuntary. A girl lies
passive in the very drcamincss Of joy .
emotion after emotion sweeps over her,
faith and jealousy and bitterness and de.
ligl,, like the wind sweeping over E 'iea'
chords and wakcnins music IS Wild and
wayard rs the music in her heart. What
other moment Of life gives her those 0rands
ennris ea.remc!es dc jois that tho Old French
poeicss sung abouts a5t~"p.' ns.'" sgfrfn .
=, Men spend a great deal too much slime.
says great philosopher, over love, We
share Mr. Mills opinion, though probably
Mr.. Mill would hardly share our grounds
for il. We don't grudgc = moment given 70
! mans First Lave, because man believes
In Il. Credo s,da Gaposs;6!e ~" ! believe
Just because II was impossible" replied
Tcrtullian to the objector 10 his faith; and
it Is grin to humanity that At the very ont
set Of life one should meet snd believe in q
thing 10 impossible Is first love. We are
saved At any rate from the drcary gospel Of
Mr.. Buckle, from regarding ourselves Us
machines, and ,tabulating our lives in ave
RACES. So too there arc days, early days IN
mans course, when, sitting alone and
,ooking on \ sunset, he fccls like grainof
sand It the mercy Of winds that blow
whence and whittier he knows not. First
Iovc It any rate raves q nut Of thoughts
Ike these BY quickcning IN ns pulses q pain
and pleasure that will hest on. drive the
winds Us they list. H"w much tho If tlse
reverence, tho reserve, the grace and refine.
ment of character, springs out Ut those
days Of distant, hnshed worship, Of all.sur-
rounding. all-6aring faith? A mere girl.
like .. mere dsisy, rosses Within % thoughss
too deep for ksrs.. The 'arst toucL tOf pss-
don gives beauty Of It, own y The temper
II nan. = il gisesit tothe facs ot NO
man. Who, HIS NOT noted the strange,
sweet change that soitsps tl,e abtdpt -
tufc, and eiyss music so,tks haety speech,
~ the hoyden when 1oysis finger hrt sDnch.
. here WAsa Pysnalions s.tse-bsSdr
quiekened into hnmas. M, che nask bavx
III, oas fsycis1. ~ .inexrl aiibls jsysip