The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1876-05-05

an invaluable auxiliary to the worse
than widowed mother in her great eX-
tremity, and, but for the unreasoning
and unreasonable jealousy of Jason An
drews, a malady with which all men
and women are afflicted who possess an
inner Consciousness of their. own inferi-
ority or unworthiness, the work would
have been as well managed as though
the head of the family had not been in
dulging in the masculine prerogative of
drunkenness.
Did Mrs. Andrews order a certain duty
performed, Jason would countermand it;
did she suggest certain improvements
about the farm, he would order some
thing else; and if the hired man was
known to exchange a word with her
which her legal owner did not clearly
understand, his fury would know no
bounds.
One day, Mr.. Morrison, in wandering
around the farm in quest of cattle that
had strayed, found himself within less
than a quarter of a mile from the new
post office. He had not yet encountered
George Hanson, though the news that
he and the parson had Jumped one
half of the Morrison homestead had
been so thoroughly discussed by the gos-
siping neighbors that he was well ac-
quainted with all its minor details.
every likely Madge has written to
me-" he thought. al promised to- be
her post office and she's been gone for
over a week and haven't attended to
the matter. Guess I'll go and see if
there's letter..
Suiting the action to the thought, he
bounded over the fence and wandered
down the footpath which Madge had
taken on the eve of her flight from the
maternal roof.
81 hope Ill meet that Internal MUIR
derer of my poor lost darling's honor.
I feel just in the mood to avenge her ~
he said, excitedIy.
1t so happened that Jason Andrews,
who had been wandering aimlessly
through the woods during the afternoon,
while laboring under a preliminary
stage of mania a potu, and who had
been lying for an hour on the sunny
side of PROSTATE tree, was sufficiently
awake to hear the threat and half way
comprehend its meaning.
Unconscious that he had had lis
tener, the farm hand plodded on.
George Hanson also happened-if, in
deed, anything may be said to ever hap
pen-to be passing near him, and
saw the face of the man he had SO
cruelty wronged, while Morrison did not
perceive him through the underground
that lined the pathway.
GAS live, there's Sara's old lover r'
gasped the guilty coward who had mar.
ried Madge, as he skulked away through
the bushes, and was not seen again in
the neighborhood for many months.
"Any letter to-day for Morris Morri-
son ?n asked the owner of the given
cOgnOmen, as he accosted the sickly.
looking wife of the deep-voiced parson
who, with a child in her arms, was ar.
ranging letters and papers in a very
primitive and diminutive array of let.
ter-boxes.
"One came yesterday for gentleman
of that name, but Mr. Hanson took il
out of the office for him." said the sup
ported woman, to whom tending tht
post Office, as her husbands deputy
brought no recompense.
"Pm very sorry, madam" said he
striving to conceal his agitation, as h'
staggered out of the house and bacI
again over the route by which he hat
come.
'POor child ~ he unused, and he has
tened on; $50 young, SO impetuous, 8
conscientious, and yetso chained. She
even worse off than poor Sara, who a
5 least possesses liberty"
= He reached his temporary home, t
= find the thread of his reflections broke
by an encounter with Jason Andrews
= who was indulging in the agreeabl
pastime of many runkards-accusin
his wife of infidelity.
t The moment he entered the room, tn
infuriated husband began a tirade {
S accusation against him, that caused th
j unhappy wife to swoOn with mortifics
1 tion. The poor woman lay in a death
4 like faint upon the wooden settle ths
j did duty as a lounge, and Jason Al
drews, being determined that he woul
d not assist her himself, nor allow any
o body else to do so, staggered up an
a down the room, alternately warming an
r threatening the one honorable friend
/ his wife who dared raise his voice I
e protect her.
d 81 must either leave that poor, hal
d dead creature to her fate, or knock b,
y owner on the head r' he exclaimed
IS Mrs. Perkins, who was busy in IL
kitchen, and who proved likely to r.
d main guest at the MollaIa farm durir
g the remainder of her life, because 81
10 had nowhere else to go.
/ "Cun't you do something for Mr.
u Andrews ?' he continued, his vol
e tremuous and his lips white with a
st ger.
= "TIe quicker she's dead the bette
n Io,,It ba 10 do -, ,.,l;o