The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1876-11-17

of Justice be established, and then Co
lumbia shall be free indeed"
Mrs. Rutherford was not a literary
woman, and was lily prepared to inter-
pret her dream. She awoke in a con-
fused state of bewilderment that was
doubly enhanced by the sudden recol-
lection of the terrifying elevator, the
ebony conductor, the great hotel, and
the fact that she was at the mercy of
those who might keep her prisoner at
their own discretion if they should be so
disposed.
al don't much believein Dreams" " she
soliloquized, "but it does. seem as if that
one meant something"
She had cause, long after, to remem-
Der her vision and wonder much why
its portent had been so hidden during
all the intervening yeaIs.
She got on better in finding her way
through the city than she had dared to
hope. A few kindly directions gave her
needed assurance, and at ten o'clock she
presented herself at the bank, where
her husbands name was good for any
reasonable amount, and here she de-
manded thousand dollars in his name.
"Have you an order from your hus-
band, ma'am?"
"What should want of an order ?"
was the amazed reply. "You know me.
Solon introduced me to you the last
time we visited the city together"
Don't remember it, ma'am. Could
you get anybody to identify you ,"
Now, this was the very thing Mrs.
Rutherford did not want to do, and
which she had Stunned her relatives in
the city in order to avoid.
"No ~ she said, Indignantly, her
womanIy tact taking the place of her
want of freedom, and, for the nonce,
serving her exceedingly well. 'Tll go
back to my home and inform my hus-
band that you refused, though you knew
me well, to grant me the control of a
few hundreds of the many thousands he
has on deposit. You'll hear from him,
gentlemen Good-day, sirw bowling
to the teller with an indignant air.
"Wait one moment !" was the quick
response, and Mrs. Rutherford sat down.
A private conference was held, which
resulted in offering her receipt for one
thousand dollars, plus prepaid interest
for one year, which the lady signed,
clutching the bills in a nervous man
ner, and bowling herself out with a con-
sequence that can only come to the pos
SCISSOR of, at least, pocket change.
To return to her hotel, settle her bill,
and embark for home, was her next
thought. Excitement kept her up till
she found herself aboard the steamer,
where she was seized with a nervous
fear lest she should be robbed. Al
though for thirty years her dairy
products had alone netted her lord an an
nual sum greater than the amount she
now carried, to say nothing of her other
multitudiuous avocations, of which no.
body took account, she had all her life
been SO utterly impoverished that lit
, tie money seemed like a mountain; anG
she caught herself wondering if every.
body on board couldn't guess how ricl
, she was. Thus the day wore on, anc
night came, bringing her near hel
home
81 cannot face Solon with this money
r in my pocket" she thought "He al
ways knows all about everything
. think, say, or do. 1 feel as guilty as
sheep thief. I'll just go On, up tn
river, to Aunt Judy's landing, and pa,
surreptitious visit to Edna and John
Her resolve thus taken was not har,
to execute, as the obliging river steam
/ ers will generally stop at any possibl
q landing place for the least favor to
traveller. When the boat touched at tn
. wharf near her home to deposit fey
t pounds of carpet-warp, and SolOn cam
y hobbling down to the river to get it, hi
d wife hid herself in a state-roOm, as fu
n gltive might hide from the arm of jus
e tice.
o Once on their way up the stream, sh
# breathed more freely, and ordered hel
it self landed under the hill, hard by Aur
:. Judy's home, without a perceptibI
!. tremor in voice or manner. 1t wa
u dark now, and her way was very unce
tain; but mother love groped throug
v and over every obstacle, and Mrs. RutI
Of erford knocked at the rickety front doc
Ie of the little cabin, her heart beating
E. audible thumps, as she awaited I'll
re tramp of dear, familiar feet.
40, mother :" cried Edna, burstir
d into tears and falling upon her neck
1T a hysterical sort of way, az am so vel
lie unhappy"
III "Why, darling? A bride shou
never be unhappy! What does tn
h. mean ?" and her mother caressed h
ed tenderIy.
ed "John !" was all that Edna could sa
d. "Why, pet? Isn't John kind to you.
ayes, mother; kind enough in b
in way but he doesn't seem to have
atom of financial ability. don't S
no how we're to make living! He's pc
fectly contented if he has plenty to e
b. and some place to sleep, no matter
he whose expense, and he has no thong
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