The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1874-06-26

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him than OF anything else. ait
..Do you read the Portsmouth psperzs II 50
7 you viii know that my Wild words ~ tne
funerAl caused fathers arrest. and be is now 10
: jaI, awaiting bis trial We'lI have siz H1ontns
OF security, at least, and we do need yoa 50
badly at home. Come. won't you We're sv-
ful lonesome.
r -..reIl me about BIr. Hastings. Does. BE ever
speak Of me: The children join me IN love
ThIs paper Is fun. and have no other. Your
lonely, loving sister, AATH Ink
Henry Lee had so far overcome his
repugnanee to mental labor around the
Hastings mansion that he was becoming
quite favorite with the household.
Mrs Hastings had decided to keep him
during the winter and allow him TO at
tend school, taking care, however, 10
Keep his plebian mind imbued with the
idea that there was wide, social gulf
between himself and her family, which
he might never hope to bridge.
'I have news for you, Harry, my
boy" said Melvin, holding a coarse,
yellow envelope between his fingers "a
he spoke.
Henry had just finished grooming the
horses, and was coming from the stable
with a strong odor Of his work about
him. The papers containing the ac-
counts of John Lees indictment and in
carceration had been studiously kept
away from him by his considerAte
friend, and the letter from Annie was
indeed a budget of news.
Tears blinded the boy until he found
himself unable to read without his
friends assistance. When the letter
was finished the poor fellow dropped
down apong the Gala lilies and gave
way to heart-rending sobs. Melvin
Hastings tried in vain TO comfort him.
Mother might have been living yet
if had only been patient and stayed at
homew he walled.
"But, Henry, remember that you have
often said you would have been happy
il she were only dead and out Of John
Lees clutches.r
"There is comfort in that" he ex-
claimed. al wouldn't call her back II I
could"
Melvin went into the parlor and in an
earnest manner broke the news Of
Henry's sorrow to his mother and sis
ters. For wonder Hastings senior was
at home and ready to lend listening
ear.
"of course the boy will want to go
home," said he.
81 really think he ought to 90, faith
err" was Melvin's reply. "He was very
unaccommodating with his sisters when
l was at his home, but | think it was
more because he was outraged over that
prospective flogging than because he
meant to be bad"
"Well, Melvin" said his mother,
with the air of one who had been abused
until she had become reconclled to her
fate, al guess we'll have to spare him,
but wish we'd kept All Hol Servants
are dreadfully unreliable. II had my
way, I'd never have another white per
son, whether man or woman, about the
house as n menial."
Hasn't Henry satisfied you, mother
Pve heard you say you liked him first
4 rate"
81 like everything except giving him
up, now that he has the run Of his
work, but I suppose there's no heIp for
that"
"Of course you needn't spare him,
mother" said Alice. "rhat is, not un-
less you want to. Where's the use Of
being rich il you can't have everything
you want2 And what's the use OF poor
folks if they're not to wait upon you
when you think it's necessary ,"
"Why, Alice" exclaimed Melvin, In
astonishment, ''if May had spoken like
that shouldn't have thought Of remon-
STRANGE, but it's very strange that you
should think and talk So"
"Tm only acting out the wealthy
idea, Mel. It's true, l remember very
well when our brother Henry died.
That was twelve long years ago, and we
had fiocks and herds, hard work and no
money. It was very hard that the rich
est rancheman for miles around couldn't
spare Melvin to come home and comfort
us while father was away, but then, Il
was all right, for hadn't Almighty Dol
lar Smith more money than we had ?
and wasn't il our duty to consider his
interests rather than onr own?'
GALS memory is one of the tOrments
of our existence" said May. 'FGhe
other evening, when we were all ut Mr..
Fitzfoodles', at the grand masquerade,
after we'd taken off our masks and were
all chatting as merry as could be over
the ludicrous mistakes we'd made In
guessing at each others identity, what
should Al. say but that she'd have
known me anywhere by my gait, be-
cause had gone barefoot i'm my youth,
and learned to step fiat-footed."
Wasn't it true ?" queried Alice, rs
though astonished.
Its in the past, at all events, and
l'm ashamed TO have you aIlude TO II. ~
The mother heart OF Mrs. Hastings had
been touched.
Call Henry to me-" she ssid. feel
r ingly.
! The boy presented himself before her
with bashful, awkward bow. His eyes
, were swollen with much weeping, and
D in his hands he grasped the letter as II
Z 10th TO part with it for an instant.
"Sit down, my boy. They tell me
, you have met with sad bereavement
, and want TO go home for while. You