The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1873-12-05

eagerness TO recover the precious
goodies"
"Oh!" exclaimed Carl, with an hu-
morous air OF injury; "even Katie
cares not for me, and will not speak in
my defense" Then quickly changing
his manner-"When We are very young
we are often too sure of our feelings, and
when we grow old We become, perhaps,
too doubtful"
It did not occur to Judith to inquire
how a man no more than twenty-six,
or twenty-eight at the utmost, had be-
come possessed of so much philosophy,
whether experimentally or not. To the
eyes of sixteen even twenty-six is in
vested with wisdom and dignity almost
past attaining to; and Judith's ignor-
ance Of "real men and women,r as she
had ayowed, was so complete as to
leave her no ground of comparison.
Her father, her brother, the herds
men, and an occasional traveller, now
and then a gentleman, as she instinct
lively named such and such an one of the
unknown personages who called at her
fathers door for rest and refreshment,
constituted the world as it existed for
her. In all her brief life she had never
known dozen persons Of her own sex,
and never a lady. Often she spent
whole days, particularly after books had
come into her possession, figuring to
herself different classes of people, and
different positions in life. She had used
the Imagination she confessed to, very
freely, until she had come to live in an
ideal world-hoU ideal she felt she could
not know-but very unlike that with
which she was daily brought in contact.
Into this world of Imagination her
real acquintances seldom intruded. Un-
doubtedly Mr.. Shultz came there oftener
than any other; but that, she told her
self, was because there was no one else
TO come; at least no one who was fitted
for its peculiar society. Often when
she detected her ideal young man in
looking aud acting like Mr.. Shultz,or ut
tering his very sentences, she reproached
herself for having no more originality,
and was conscious of being too close an
imitator of one model.
Did Mr.. Shultz know this, and was
he generalizing on this knowledge when
he made that remark about the too
great confidence in youth, and the sus-
piciousness of advanced life? 1t was
this question which presented itself to
Judith's mind, and caused the pretty
blush of mOdesty TO blossom so rosily
upon her cheek. But Judith need not
have feared. There never lived a man
of twenty-six who ouldpicture to him
self with any correctness the "interiorr
Of the wonder-world Of girls imagi-
nation. The memory of that dainty
chamber is unspeakably sad and tender
in all that portion of our lives after ex-
perience has closed the door forever on
credulity.
Mr.. Shultz was young still, though lie
talked so venerably. He was good-look-
I
nation; and vain after the nature of his
manhood; and pretty well versed in that
society of which Judith knew nothing;
moreover, amiable, and with the good
taste to admire, possibly to become in
terested in, so rare n product of pure
nature as Jack Miles daughter. All
these qualities conspired to render him
courteous, friendly, and even tender in
his intercourse with Judith. When it
is added that no other woman who
could possibly interest either his imagi-
nation or his feelings could be found
within days ride of the Spedden es-
tate, it is easy to understand how he
found pleasure in cultivating the ac-
quaintance of this one, even in the face
OF the evident opposition of her father.
In the meantime Katie has gathered
up her bon-bons.
"Why didn't you bring some for
Jude, too?" she asked, foreseeing with
the barbaric selfishness of childhood
that she would be called upon to divide
with her sister
''Katie, hush!" demonstrated Judith.
"Now thy sister is angry with thee,
Katie. Give her dulce, quickly, to
make her love thee again." Carl says
with an affectation of alarm.
"Jude is not angry" declares the au-
daeious mink, sitting down on the floor
to devour her sweets at leisure.
"Child! II you divide not with your
sister she will be angry with you, and
with me, too, because she has no dulces.
Do you not see I am afraid ?"
"Then 90 get her some to make her
love you again." replies Katie, archly,
coolly proceeding to feast herself.
A second time Judith com mands
Katie to "hushi" and turns with pretty
confusion to the title pages of the new
book for refuge from embarrassment,
and Carl answers with an air Of comicaI
despair:
'SThou elf! think not thy sister is
mercenary as thou art, to give her love
for dulces. If that were so l should have
robbed the confectioners long ago, nor
wasted my dulces on thee"
'sThey are not wasted-rm eating
them," persisted the saucy imp, her
bronze-brown eyes full Of laughing de-
fiance. Judith never eats dulces when
Boone brings them; she always gives
them to me. She don't want any.n
Her brother Boone! Judith snatcbed
at the idea to make a diversion i'm the