The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-08-02

and kneeling down laid her woody head
in the lap Of her young mistress, eX-
claiming, ooh, Missy, how can Ris do
widout you? Take her wild you, do,
an I'll neber stress you nor do any
more wiekedness," and the affeetionate
creature sobbed aloud.
"Why, Rissey, what has caused you
to feel so dreadfully? / am not going
away, at any rate for long time yet"
Three months, only three, short months!
she murmured to herself. Then she
asked, "Who told you anything, Ris-
sey? 1 am sure have said nothing OF
the kind"
"No, Missy, know you hasn't, but
dat ole woman said sumfin bout Massa
Norma goin to take you Off an-an kill
you like he did de udder one. o, Missy,
only take me long, an save you; for
pull ebery spec of mustOuche out one by
one, and scratch dem great black eyes
out that stare so vengeful fore let him
hurt hair of your precious head. Take
Ris long; she lubs you, Gaze you am her
best fren," and she elung closer to the
dress of Sonora.
"Who do you mean, Rissey, by 'ole
woman?' You must not speak disre-
spectful Of Mr.. Mcintosh"
ar don't know, but dat woman what
ole AIissus says Missy Vernon git jeal-
Gus bout; but l won't say muffin more
bout Massa Nornan's dispectfulness if
you say musn't-only take long poor
Ris," and she looked up with such a
pleading look that Sonora replied:
"Well, Rissey, when I get married
you shall live with me if you continue
to be good girl; but say no more
about Mr.. Mcintosh, nor anything re-
lating to him."
"Thank you, Missy Nora. Rissey SO
gladr' and clapping her hands she
kissed the hand of her mistress and ran
out of the conservatory.
Sonora, hearing the voice of Adele
calling her, started to answer her, and
meeting her in the hall, the two girls
retired TO their rooms to dress for the
day.
The day was one of unusual excite
ment in the gay metropolis. The ground
was covered with glistening snow
which sparkled as the glorious sun
shone upon it; and the sleigh loads, con
tanning the merry faces Of the sternel
sex, drawn by their prancing steeds
ratified over Its frozen breast, while tn,
jingling of the merry bells, as they
stopped before the houses of some Of oul
bon tons, caused the hearts Of the gay
bellies to flutter.
All is lifel But at length it is over
and the closed shutters and quiet city
announce once more that midnight ha
thrown her sable mantle abroad, an,
invited the weary world to rest within
her arms. Naught is heard, save nov
and then the tramp of some watchman
as he trudges around on his nightly
journey to guard the peace and propert!
of the sleeping citizens, or the distan
firebell as it peals forth its doleful alarm
and calls forth that noble class from on
their warm beds, where, perchance
they have just lain their already tire
limbs to seek repOse-that noble-heart
ed, generous set of fellows who peri
their own lives daily to save the live
and property of their fellow men. G
any who deserve praise and exaltatio
. for their noble deeds, it certainly shoul
be the gallant firemen. Though this
not the proper place to speak particu
larIy about them, still we will not fol
= bear expressing this passing opinio
2 upon them.
But whose is that dusky figure whic
now and then crouches behind som
: stoop or tree to evade the gaze Of I'll
3 "watch," whose eye, though keen, fai
E to perceive it. How it watched th;
e Pickering light, which at last disal
5 peared in an upper room at the Hey
tits.
"Go on. go on Not yet! Tin
' enough. And then vengeance will |
e mine! Ha! ha, har7 and then disal
pearing, was lost around the corner.