The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-03-08
CHAPTER X.

the year 1872, by Mrs. \. j. DuniWay, in the Of
flee ofthe Librarian Of Congress at Washington
City.l
CHAPTER X
Ellen refused to be comforted. Who
has not witnessed the agony of child
hood under sudden bereavement? There
in his kennel lay the stiffened carcass of
her noble friend, his head drawn back,
his eyes protruding and CHASTITY, and
the frozen froth adhering to his distort-
ed jaws.
'Pll be avenged for this, poor Boun-
Ger, some dayw fiercely cried the child.
81 know that mean old driver poisoned
youl You warned me, DEAR that he
was bad, and yet 1 didn't stay by you
and save your life. Grandma, do dogs
go to heaven?"
Mrs. Darcy was astounded.
'What makes you ask me such a ques-
ton, dear? ?''
because / know that Bouncer had n
soul so big that most mems souls could
be lost in its shadow. If there is no
heaven for dog like him there ought to
bew
Away through the snow drifts in
deep forest by the hill side a grave was
made, and Ellen, as chief mOurner, fol-
lowed by the household, accompanied
the hired man, who drew a hand sled,
upon which a box containing the life
less dog had been lashed by ropes.
Deep as was Ellen's sorrow, loud and
vehement as her lamentations were, the
cortege could not sometimes repress
their merriment over the burial rites,
but the chief mourner was so terribly in
earnest that they did not dare to appear
amused.
Let children's sorrows ever be respect
ed. They are to them as pungent and
real as the disappointments and be-
reavements of humanity of larger
growth. Thank God that they may
soon outgrOw their trials, for, were it
not thus, their griefs wOuld often kill or
craze them.
Ellen was wisely allowed a season of
several days in which to indulge her
grief. No mention was made of her
coming studies during this interval, but
with much tact and skill her teachers
gradually interested her in the tinkling
melody of the grand old harp. Her
voice was fine and wild and free as a
birds, and her tutor perceived with sat
isfactiOn that she readily caught the
airs Of the quaint old tunes of which he
ever had in store an extempOre supply
The winter was long and cold The
large, many-paned window of Ellen's
chamber in the second story early en-.
erusted itself with a grand display o
landscape and architectural scenery
and the child drew back the heavy Hol.
land curtains, that had been hiding the
whole from view, and fastening them SC
that they could not longer conceal the
fairy frOst-wOrk of the winter king, lay
at night with the light Of the moon and
stars shining on her studio, while she
would trace hour by hour some new and
grand discovery into living, tangible
shape Of men and beasts and birds and
fairies; of flowers, trees and rills anC
rivers; grand old houses and happy
children; pictures of her sister Sarah il
her cabin home; of her mother in he
days Of privatiOn and toll; and Of he
own lonely life in the great house wher,
peace and plenty reigned, while ava,
upon one Of the topmost panes she pic
tured the grave Of her dead companion
the true and noble dog.
Her course Of study was plain, bu
rigid, and she soon grew passionatel
fond of her pale governess, whose devc
ton TO her charge was only equaled b
the ehild's dislike of the quaint old mt
sic teacher. She soon acquired muc
skill in playingIup the harp, bendin
her energies in this direction that sh
might succeed in Kidding the house {
her tutor, whom she described to he
grandmother as "the singing, GRIMM
ghoul."
The weeks and months and years woI
on. AT sixteen Ellen darcy was ia
ana 1.-THE, graceful and beautiful. Sue
wonderful progress had been made i
her studies that her grandparents decid
ed that she was ready to dismiss he
teachers.
The house Of the D'Arcys was throw
open for party in honor of its oueer
the radiant girl who for six wears ba
been its sunbeam.
Midsummer in her georgeous rol.os
green and gold sat down upon the cart
and dropped her bounties in her oral,
clad bosom. Guests from the neiobho
ing village were summoned, and a
through the mansion, which so lor
had closed its doors upon the CAV. pl,
world, resounded peals of laughter a,
the merry jest, while waving ligl
went moving to and fro.
The hOusekeeper, good mother Harr