The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1875-08-27

70 nead HeFoeFte message that evening,
and throwing herself upon q bed she
Tept herself TO sleep. am
In Mrs. Mnnsnn's bOudolF, another
scene was transpiring. She possessed a
tact 0fiuitating handwriting, and with
Hubest's heaFtlmessage before her as q
copy, she Penned q letter TO suit her
own fancy for her husbands eye, the
puFpoft Of which was that Hubert hoped
that Eale would forget him. He had
thOusht her engaging and pretty when
An he's eonpaay, bat q conquest he had
ID u 4Sess YOtt ballroom had
eclipsed his ideal so completely, that he
had determined not to fulfill the boyish
engagement. The envelope that had
covered the real letter ehcased the spu-
rious one, and the easily blinded hus-
band aud father had no reason to sus-
pect his wife's designings. Effie's
swollen eyes and distracted manner
also helped to convince him that she
had first received the letter and was
grieving over his sons Inconsistency.
He suddenly became very generous and
decided that she should attend school
until her brother should return from the
mines, and pay her board by doing
chores of evenings and Saturdays. His
wife demonstrated, but he was infiexi-
BILE, aud the next Monday morning
found Effie among a school-room full of
girls between ten and twenty years of
age.
Eliza Crandall, whose ready wit made
her a universal favorite among those
who happened to suit her fancy, intro
duced the new scholar 10 her friends as
an intimate acquaintance, taking the
liberty to explain the general rules of
the school, and doing all in her power to
make herself agreeable.
"Who is she, anyhow ?" queried Del
phine Howard, turning to her particular
friend, Augusta Morton.
''Nobody but Mrs. Munson's servant"
was the charitable reply. "What busi-
ness she has to come here, is more than
I can imagine. The free school is the
place for paupers."
"And Mr.. Barton's school should be
the place for ladies'" said Eliza, boldly.
''How our usually far-sighted preceptOr
could so far overstep the bounds of pro-
priety as to admit such as you into his
fold, is a mystery to me, But money
covers a multitude of sins and cloaks
any amount of vulgarity."
Her retort raised such laugh that no
reply could be heard, and the two ex-
clusives walked away to the farthest
corner of the recitation-room. Effie,
who had heard their unkind criticism of
herself, chOked back the rising sobs and
tried to be sociable with her friend and
numerous other girls, who were always
ready to notice whoever their leader
chose to befriend.
Bartholomew Barton, A. NJ, was a
benevolent-looking gentleman who
deigned to bestow benign smile upon
his newly-instalIed pupil as he entered
the room. He appointed her various
studies, and gave her seat next to
Eliza Crandall, in courteous compliance
with her timid request.
Mrs. Barton, an amiable lady with
glossy black hair and stately, measured
carriage, was the dignified principal of
the female department.
There were several subordinate teach
ers, or, as the girls dubbed them, "subs, -
who took charge of the various classes
Mrs. Barton's Office being to enforce or
der, see that no lessons were omitted,
and superintend the musical depart
ment. l-4t
Effie began her studies with a zesi
which astonished her teachers. The
constant drudgery she had endured fol
so long had not injured her quick per-
ceptions, but, on the contrary, the COM
paratively degraded position she had oc-
cupied, had awakened within her such
a desire to prepare herself for higher
sphere, that she was not content to pass
an idle moment.
Some of the girls called her tbs
kitchen student, and other epithets of 6
like character, very annoying to a proud
spirit.
She would not resent their insinua,
tions herself; indeed, she had no neces
sity for doing so if Eliza Crandall wH'
present. .,a
The winter was rainy, chilly, and dis
agreeable; the feathery spow-fiakes anC
biting frosts of her childhood's home
haunted her imagination, aud she otter
pined for the clear, white, rustic habita
tion of her early life.
School had closed one evening, anC
she, with a noisy party of girls, wa
! standingupon the slippery stones in from
} of the Institute, when the stage-coacl
was seen through the driving mist
making its way through the mudd!
! slush of Main street.
, ''Girls, will one of you please to g
] with me to the post Office? 1 believe
] have letters there, and I don't like to g
alone" rs-
"a LoUe letterl That's It! now owl
] up, kitchen wench r' said Augusta MOI
ton, spitefully.
r Tears came TO Efie's eyes.
: ttKitchen wenches are above snappin
turtles" said Eliza. "Efie gets out {
: the way and considers the sourc
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