The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1869-07-10

their own noble thoughts, az they woyt
; the useful fabric or spun the silver
, threads. Noble men and women. for the,
} were making something useful, living bS
their own honest industry, and owing NJ
man anything save the love We should
bear each other.
1 And so, amid these people, she was
I learning the lesson Of selEdefense. and
besides all that, supporting an aged and
Invalid mother, and making smooth her
i pathway through her declining years.
i Was she happy? She who had reign.
cd belle in fashions circles; who had
been petted child IN the house of opu
lence; had once felt no wish ungrati6ed
that wealth could bring. Could she bt
! happy in that noisy mill, working at the
Iclattering looms from early dawn til
night. until every nerve and fibre Of hel
being ached for rest?
4 Yes, she was happy--far happier thar
IN other days; and had no cloud rested
on her heart, no bitter memory ever wei
her pillow with tears, she would have
been fully content, aud that is better than
wealth. But there came the sad thought
that her father was gone, to return Il
earth no more, and her heart would be
hled with sadness, until she would think
OF meeting him again in the better land
and she would no more be sad.
4 Then sometimes would come the mem.
ory OF him whose image she could not
yet effacc from her woman's constant
heart, and with that memory came sad.
dcucd tears, whose bitterness no one could
share, hours to which no friend could
bring comfort, save the Friend who said.
"Lo am With you always, even unto
he end'
To the mothers anxious eyes the in.
roads that the unusual, uurcmitting toll
made upon her daughter were fully an.
i parent, and The loneliness Of her widow
hood was made sad by the thought OF
the dark future that lay before the daueh-
ter for whom she once had cherished such
bright antic'pations. But she, too. had
learned 10 rest her burden upon TIC
shoulders Of One mighty to save, and to
i the widows God she often sent uu q
prayer TOR help.
The burning days Of summer had come.
and IN the hot rooms Of the factory the
air was Ike furnace. The whir Of the
machinery, the dust and the hea: seemed
intolerabie Often did it seem to Lizzie
that she would never be able to complete
her days labor, but still she toiled on.
i One morning. however, she was awaken.
cd by the early bell, and on attempting to
rise found herself utterly incapable of do.
ing so, much TO her surprise. She spoke
TO her mother, saying:
i " Mother, fear am too unwell to
work to-day, bat it is nothing serious,
hope"
/ But she was mistaken. Ere noon she
~as 10 n high fever. and for weeks she lay
at the point OF death. But youth aud a
strong constitution finally triumphed, and
she grew convaleseent slowly. But their
money was all expended, and what should
they do IL would be me time before
Lizzie would be able to euter Upon her
duties in the mill. and in the meantime
both she aud her mother must live.
] One day friend, who had worked
with Lizzie in the mill, called on them,
ard found the latter so dcspondent that
she inquired the occasion OF it..
After much hesitancy on the part of the
young girl, persuaded by the disinterest-
cd sympathy manifested by the other, she
finally contided to her the circumstances
of their painful situation.
Mary Hale was IN orphan, and having
no one but herself dependent on her for
support, she determined to assist her
friend, and at once offered, with much
delicacy, to loan Lizzie and her mother a
sufficient sum, from her little store in the
savings bank up at the village, to meet
their wants until such time as the former
should be able TO again enter upon her
duties in the mill
The kind offer was thankfully accepted,
and Mary took her leave with the con-
sciousness of having performed noble
act, as indeed it was. 1t would be many
weeks before her friend would able to save
enough from her earning to repay the
sum she had so kindly advanced, and per.
haps never be able to fully do so. But
Mary felt, even should such be the case,
that she would not regret it. She had
needed the divine injunction, Cast thy
bread upon the waters" and she doubted
not the fulfillmenr of the promise, g aud
it shall return to thee after many days. "
And SO the days glidel on, and our
heroine was again at her looms in the
mill sometimes sunshine in her he2ft,
! - ...u sometimes clouds,
The leaves had fallen and the winter
was fast approaching, when one Sabbath
she accompanied Mary Hale to church at
the lower end of the village. The two
girls had become firm friends, and the
latter was now boarding at Mrs. Leon
Iard's.
The service was nearly through when,
as the congregation rose during the sing,
ing of the final hymn, Lizzie caught a
i glimpse of face in neighnoring pew
which sent the life-blood snrging back
lupon her heart, leaving her face as pale
as death. She clutehed her companion
arm convulsively and sank down into her
seat. The moment the benediction was
pronounced, she hurried her friend from
tho church and hastened towards home.
. What is the matter?" exclaimed
Mary, as soon as they were free from the
crowd making their exit from the church.
"He is there!' gasped Lizzie. He
was looking me full in the facep'
!" Who I"
"Robert Hadley. / have told you Of
him." 4
! Before she could say more aquick step