The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1875-09-10
VOLUME ".

81 saw Hugh Waters at the landing"
he continued, "and he told me that she
had been attending the academy at
Portland for some time. She is study
ing music. ;"
"How much our Flora resembles her
PIl have to write this news to Herbert
Goodwin. But where has she been all
this time ?n
"She lived with her uncle Willard in
the Cascade Mountains until last New
Years"
"How time flies Herbert is now a
man, and it seems but a few days since
he fell SO desperately in love with that
vision on the Plains"
az heard, also, that Herbert and Ef1ie
are going to graduate this summer.
Effie has out-learned all of her school
mates and shared the premiums at tevery
exhibition"
''Pm glad to hear of their success.
The future appeared gloomy before
them, when saw them last"
Suppose we attend the coming June
exhibition at the Institute. We've
stayed at home so faithfully, that it's
time to think about a little recreation.
We can hail the Valley Bird on her
downward trip, and return almost any
day."
every well; we'll think about it,"
Nightwas coming on, and Ada's little
boy was fretting for his usual evenings
attention. How noble she looked, as
she took the little child into her arms
and sunk into richly-cushioned chair
before the newly-kindled fire. Little
Henry, named for his maternal grand
father, was rosy-cheeked, pleasing lit
tie fellow, about eighteen months old.
He had learned to talk, and lisped forth
his innocent prattle in a playful man.
ner. His chintz robe was soon ex-
changed for a snowy gown, from which
his plump bare feet were peeping forth,
while his hands were fondIy stroking
his mothers face and hair. His play
finally became wearisome, and the head,
adorned by chestnut waves of silken
hair, fell back upon his mothers arm.
Ada looked rondly at his beautiful faa-
lures and began to sing murmuring
lullaby
Write them childless those cold-hearted,
Who can scorn thy generous boon,
And whose souls with fear have smarted,
Lest thy blessing come too soon.
"What joy have they whose hearths are lonely?
All unwarmed by childhood's mirth,
Spite of riches they are only
Destitute and poor on earth"
The chiId's breathing became meas
ured, indicating the reign of sleep.
She pressed him fondly to her bosom as
she ascended the stairway, and entering
her chamber she resigned the sleeping
babe to his place in the crib beside hi:
sister, who had learned, before he was
born, to fall asleep, without being
nursed. When Ada returned to the par
lor, the fiickering blaze of the fire hat
warmed itself into a ruddy heat, and sht
sat down with thoughtful air anC
gazed abstractedly among the burning
Goals. But her meditation was speedily
interrupted. The cows had been lat
about coming home, and Maurice haC
just entered the dairy with too foaminl
pals full of milk. She took Lighted
candle and proceeded to the dairy.
bubbling spring, breaking out from tn
hillside, was damned up, so that tn
noisy waters could pass over an eleva
tion, forming a gleesome waterfall
which, coursing over the gravel floor O
the dairy, made pleasant rivulet, tw
inches deep and twelve feet wide. Tn
jars and crooks, that were arranged il
this cool streamlet, reminded the be
holder of countless varieties of the goo
things of life. Raise the covers, an
you may find golden butter, fresh eggs
tempting jellies and preserves, and a ia
} of the best of icy cream, frozen by Ada
ingenuity. Ada donned her rubbe
boots, took her skirts in one hand wit
a dexterity that daily practice ha
taught her, and moved among the mul
titude of pans with pleasant air.
The milk was strained to await il
r proper skimmiug time, and she wade
out of the dairy, cast a contented glanc
at her handiwork, drew off her boot
and returned to the parlor. It was lat
before the married lovers retired froI
the parlor, where music, reading, an
: affectionate conversation begniled th
feeting hours. ..... ...-..-
When Ada entered her chamber, sh
paused at the crib where her childre
y were sleeping the sweet repose of chilC
! ish innocence. With a mothers fonC
!, ness, she kissed each dimpled cheek an
knelt at the foot of the crib to offer u
"a fervent petitions in their behalf. TT
silyery moonbeams entered through IL
6 half-closed curtains aud radiated arour
!, the trio, fit emblems of peace and pu
:. ity, love and hope, ,contentment al
" joy. Maurice watched her for M
g ment, and then knelt beside her, offe
: fig an inaudible petition, while Ada
: gentle voice assembled on the midnigT
zephyrs to the listening ear of the i
= finite.
y Twilight had given place to dusl
evening in the boudoir of young lad
who was listening to the sweetly-trlll