The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1871-09-22

you"
"Are you the woman that lived up to
DIR. Armstrong's?"
~ did live at the Doctors for a season.
why?"
because, if you're that Smith, you're |
good-for-nothing hussy. You had a
good husband once, and you ruined him! |
And then you throwed your arts round
DIR. Armstrong and would have ruined
him, but, luckily, his wife got home in
time to save him. No, madam. rve no
use for you or any of your kind. rve
heerd of you women's rights women.
YOU'RE a free love set, the whole Ji6t'
Of you"
l was really amused at the simPleton's
TRADE.
care you certain, my good woman;
that these things are 500
aDidn't Henry Jones, your own BROTH
er-in-law, tell me you weren't decent
woman?"
'fThat's overwhelming proof, my dear
madam, and Pve no more to say. But,
perhaps, if you won't feed me, you'll al
low my poor horse to be fed. He isn't a
woman's rights horse"
a boy was called, who led my horse
away to the barn, while i, more dead
than alive, proceeded TO hunt for the
next nearest house, in search of food and
shelter from the burning sun.
Not far behind the great, ungainly,
workingmen's boarding house with its
one ignorant mistress, wife and servant,
lay our dear old home, nestled among
an over-growth of bushes and vines, a
perfect oasis of green in this denuded
desert.
was surprised to see the place 50 well
preserved. The Odor of fresh whitewash
was upon the walls. a little child sat
playing with some empty cotton-spools
upon the naked floor, and huge eat lay
curled up at its feet asleep. The identi
cal "old hall clockn stood as welcome
sentinel in the same old corner where it
had stood when was born. But it was
stiff in its joints from excess of age, and
evidently was kept for ornament in
stead of use, As a wee bit of brass time
piece ticked away at the minutes, and
seemed to pronounce in my ears the one
sweet word of welcome" which it con-
tinued to repeat until a pleasant-faced
young woman entered.
~ have come to request you to furnish
me with dinner" said /, tremulously;
for, to tell the truth, had become very
doubtful as to whether "womans
rights woman" could get a meal i'm that
locality for love or money.
Certainly" was the pleasant re-
spOnse. "Our dinner for the day has
been over for several hours, but We have
supper at six. Won't you have a seat ~
''Thank you, but prefer to lie down
and rest. am very much fatigued"
The obliging hostess led me to my
own, dear, little bedroom. \ snow-whit,
bed and ample pillows invited me to re-
pose. bathed my burning face and
stretched myself upon the couch The
hop-vine with its vigorous growth over
, shadowed the little window. A tiny
loOking-glass reflected my fevered face
and, but for the fact that age had changed
me vastly for the better, rs well as that
, my clothes We're modern and ample, |
could easily have imagined myself the
Judith Reid Of long ago.
1 closed my eyes, but could not sleep.
; Contending emotions overmastered me,
and I lay mute and stillwith my hand
tightly clasped over my burning fore
head and aching eyes. listened long
and eagerly for the old-time ''tick, tock,
tick-pick, pull, pick-nobody loves me
and I'm sick-tick, tock, tick - but the
= measured words came not, and in theii
place ! heard the gleesome little clock
chime out the ringing jingle that pro-
claimed the hour Of FOUR. The pendu-
lum caught up the glad refrain and fin.
ished with the one word ''wclcome,r -
which it repeated till my soul gathered
courage, resignation and hope.
Again a mellow light cncompassct
s me, and again well-remembered fac,
5 acknowledgements airy canvas. ''Strangc
: indeed" said !, in soliloquy, ''that my
brain beholds this strange apparitior
when my eyes are closed / cannot m
, dcrstand it,"
After while heard the voice of ;
, man, hearty, vociferous and pleasant
, who was carcssing the growing baby
: whose delight was evidently as great a
his own.
, "Hush dear" was the mother,
warming. "a lady from the city is here
} She was very tired and asked permission
to lie down, and / sent her TO the east
bed room. Let her sleep"
! "WhO is she ~ in low tone.
~ didn't ask her name, for thought
it was none of my business; but saw
Mrs. Stone at the boarding house, anC
she says she's nothing more nor les,
than Judith Reid"
"Well, well; is it possible? Iwouldn't
have missed this opportunity for a king
DOM
"Mrs. Stone says she wouldn't have
her around the house. She gave her an
dTtW name, but for some unaccounta.
BILE reason my heart warmed toward:
her. She has glorious eyes, and hel
dress is simple and elegant"
"Let you women alone for seeing the
like of that" said the husband, pleas.