The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1876-07-28
But, with all her work and skill, AM

mated dove, was often lonely.
"I am not fulfilling my VOW" she
said. at last. ~ pledged myself, over
the grave of my dead darling, that I
would rouse this nation to realizing
sense of its injustice to the mothers of
men,"
So Madge distinguished herself in
new direction. Fossil lawyers detested
her. Intelligent, progressive lawyers
appreciated her. Probate judges, with
fat salaries CLEANED from the confisca-
ton courts, hated her with perfect
hatred Clergymen of intellect and dis
tinction cultivated her. Clergymen of
narrow attainments warned the women
of their fiocks against her.
Amid all these conflicting conditions
her course was upward and onward.
Her name became a household word.
Wealth, honor, and position were at
her command. SutOrs for her hand
were numerous. But "wedded to her
work." was the motto of her life, from
day to day and week to week the same.
George Hanson lived like lord while
the substance of which the laws of the
land had robbed Madge lasted. Then
he went to the house of the widow
! Perkins to wait upon tables, and make
himself generally useful for his board.
! The sequel to this part of our story
is plain. Sara Perkins married him
when he found it to his personal advan-
iage to become her husband. They live
! to-day, as do thousands of other couples,
the wife carrying on the business, and
the husband spending the money. If
Sara is not happy, her foster mother
does not know il, for she would die, or
| lie, or endure anything, for her worth
| less husbands sake.
Madge, now DR.. Morrison, took care
of her through her numerous cOnfine-
ments as though she had been her sister,
always treating her deferentially, and
always ready to bestow upon George
Hanson a kindly, encouraging word.
Much of the little spare time at her
disposal was spent beside the little
mound that marked her Pearls last
resting place. The spot to her was in
! deed consecrated ground.
One evening she had remained longer
than usual at the grave. A feeling Of
unusual peace possessed her. Her
whole past life spread itself before her
! like living panorama.
The days when her father and mother,
with their six children, of whom she
was the chief actor, had halted upon the
grounds that now formed the site of a
thrifty city came back to her senses
vividly. The forest tree that had fallen
upon her fathers limb; her own agency
in releasing him from his consequent
imprisonment; the Indian who had
helped to carry him to the camp; the
dreary days of his illness that followed;
his death and burial; the advent of the
! Andrews family; her agency in supply
ing their needs; the death of JasOn's
wife; the years that followed; her trial
upon the farm; her first meeting with
George Hanson; her transient, ignorant
! love for him; her mothers marriage;
her step-father's inebriety and reforma-
ton; her own checkered experiences in
making her way in the world; her en-
forced acquaintance with sO-called
courts of justice-all these memories
surged over her, and crowded her soul
with retrOspection. But through and
over all these recOllectiOns rose the
sweet face of her departed birding and
the commanding figure of tall gentle
man with dark hair, fair complexion,
gentle voice, and radiant eyes. Her
soul breathed out prayer of unuttera-
BILE longing.
Shall we know each others eyes,
With the thoughts that in them lay,
When we meet above the skies,
Which pass away ?"
An affirmative echo stole through the
empty chambers of her soul. Rising
from her knees, she walked with firm
tread through the lawn and stepped
upon the veranda. Entering an open
window, and dropping herself upon a
sofa, where the liquid rays of the har-
vest moon fell through the fleecy dra-
perry of the window like sprays of silver,
she began low and plaintive melody,
A sh adOw darkened the open door
way.
''Do you know me ?" said an eager
voice.
"Know you?" said Madge, advanc-
ing; "could l help it?"
'pve come to marry you, my best be-
loved" said Morris Morrison, as he
trembled with love and hope aud eX-
pectation.
81 know it, darling" said Madge, as
he clasped her in rapturOus embrace
and imprinted upon her willing lips the
sacred kiss of betrothal.
"How came you to know, my precious
dove ?"
81 felt it in my bones !" was the de.
cisive answer.
"And so you've waited all these years
for me?'
mo, you precious egot, I haven't
} waited at all. I've worked. l knew
you'd sometime come to me, in this
world or the next, for knew the natu'
ral laws of attraction would sometime
unite u.s."
Reader, why follow them further
: Why intrude ourselves upon them il
the hallowed joy of their prospective
union? The atmosphere that surrounds
them is holy.
= They will marry. They will together
, work out their share of the great prob
lem which is to-day uprOoting the very
strongest holds of ignorance and preju
dice. Morris Morrison is well adapted
by nature and experience for Madge'i
rare companionship. He has Travelled
much in his native land, that he nigh
gather knowledge of the wants of it,
under millions.
Very sweet are the commings of lovers
but we have no right to listen to thei
rapturous words of endearment, anC
surely we should not repeat them, die
we Overhear.
Let US bow ourselves away from thei
hallowed presence, entering one mo
ment for lingering, parting look.
AS they stand there in the radian
moonlight, hand in hand in close EN-
brace, the head of our heroine resting
8 upon the manly bosom of the one bein(
dpSipnpd nv the Great Achitect of hn