The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-07-05

Built upon llllle hiO'if NhOse grassy
slope descended gently TO the flowing
river at its feet, shaded by magnificent
trees, it might be well called the pret-
tiest cottage in Marsailles, for so it was,
and its fair owner once the belle. But
now how changed! and why? All, lei
her tell, for she will soon leave us tc
''sleep the sleep that knows no wax.
ing"
At last the door opens slowly, and
Lily enters, leading by the hand beau.
tiful boy of three years.
my precious Charliem and clasping
her arms around him, the young mother
folded him to her breast. "Charlie, my
boy, am going to leave you. VIII
you be good boy and stay with Lily
for a while?"
80, mamma, do not go. cannot live
without you," and the little fellow
sobbed as if his heart would break
"Poor little Charlie got no papa, and
then would mamma go too? Oh, take
me with you, dear mamma, do; Charlie
will be so goodr and looking up to his
mother, he pleaded with all the earnest
ness of childhood.
For a few moments none spoke, and
not a sound was heard but a sob from
Lily.
"Come, Lily, and sit beside me for
the last time. You have been a dear,
good girl. You and / have been ac-
quainted for three years, and yet you
never knew why l wept so often, for,
sweet Lily, you had too much delicacy
to ask me, and could not bear to bring
my sorrows fresh TO mind by telling
will overcome this and tell you all.
Five years ago tonight was bride. l
was left an orphan at the age of twelve
years, with a small fortune of my own.
was called beautiful, and this misfor-
tune, with my money perhaps, was the
cause of these years of misery, for my
heart was won for the sake of its golden
fetters. When 1 was just entering my
fifteenth year first loved-yes, wildly,
passionately lovedl-and in three
months from that time gave my hand
to one whom thought loved me in re-
turn. But, Lily, 1 was deceived. He
never loved, for his actions plainly
showed it. After much persuasion, for
somehow 1 did not think this just right,
made all my property over to him,
with the exception Of this house and
five hundred dollars annually, which
was to remain for pin money. For two
years all seemed to go well, though he
seemed to grow cold, and would remain
away from home for days at n time. At
last one day, about two months before
Charlie was born, he kissed me good
morning and waved his hand as he left
kinder and more like himself that morn
ing than had seen him for a long time,
and 1 could not help but gaze after him
till long after he was lost in the dis
tance, and inwardly murmur to myself,
he loves me still. But, Lily, may you
never know my sorrow. l never saw
him sincei This was his last farewell,
till 1 received that letter upon the table,
which you can read when 1 am gone,
and weep DER the sorrows of your de-
serted friend. This is my history; and
now let me speak of my darling boy.
He has no one to love him but me, and
when am gone will you take my place,
dear Lily?"
81 will, WILL" was all the sobbing
girl could utter.
Promise me this, and / can die
happy. L have made my will. You
will find 1t on that box. All is Charlie's
and yours. Raise my head a little
more, please. See, the sun is sinking
to rest; we shall both go together. o,
am happy now, for 1 have made my
peace with God and know that He car
make a dying bed feel soft as downy
pillows are Do not weep, sweet Lily
l shall be better of, though it is hard t.
leave you and my child, my only earth,
ly treasure. But have placed him in
the hands of his Father above, knowing
that He will never fOrsake him. Kis.
me, dear Charlie; do not cry, my pre-
= cious one. I am only going home, anC
, when God sees fit to call you, 1 will
come to Heavens gate and lead you on
Let me lean my head upon YOU, dea
} Lily. Kiss me once again, for they ar
, coming. Farewell! Meet me in Heay
, en-. They are coming, bright angels
! Forgive him, o my Father! May W
. meet once again i'm Heavenl Charlie
. farewell my child, farewellr and tn
happy spirit fled from the broken-heart
, ed young wife of Norman Burke just q
the sun sank behind the western hills.
"My mamma, OH, my beautifI
mamma, come back to me! Oh, TAX
Charlie home toori screamed the littl
orphan, as the faithful Lily Dougla:
laid her friends head gently upon tn
pillow, while she went to call help.
Returning, she took the little fellO'
sobbing to her own room, where sh
comforted him as well as her own break
| ing heart would allow, till at last: ::wor
out with grief, the poor child sObbe
e himself to sleep, uttering "mamma"
e his baby dreams.
d And well and faithfully did tbs
e young girl fulfill her promise to the dy
# ing mother, for in after years, thong
: she married, still she remained til
b same good and true mother TO hC