The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1876-10-06

joke at which his wife laughed. On
that, fiattered' by her appreciation, he
told her anyway her teeth were like
pearls"
Praise is sweet to a woman, and she
had heard no compliment for a long
time.
"Pd grow good-looking again if we
had better times" said she. "And
there's mother with her great trunk full
of money, and no one to spend it,"
"Why, what do you mean, girl ?"
said Tom Scotcher. "Trunk full of
money Her money is in the bank,
suppose, like other folks"
Kate laughed.
'Mother never will put money in
banks" she said. "She has it invested
in other ways; but she has thousands
sometimes in an old red box under her
bed. She throws rags and things on
top, and says that is the best way to
hide it. pve often worried over it at
home.n
eyes," said Tom; 'fts foolish, but
women is mostly idiots" and he sneered
.sardonically at his wife's pale face.
Then he ate his bread and cheese and
arose.
'T'll go back to the tavern and get a
drink of beer" he said. "You sit here
you and the kid"
Then he stopped down and pinched
the boys cheek.
Not for months had her Orson been so
charming. Kate was really comforted.
She sat in the grateful shade for a long
while, not wondering that he was long
in coming back when he had reached so
desirable a goal as a tavern; and after a
while she fell asleep. 1t was a long,
sweet sleep, and in it she saw her
mother and the old house where she was
born, in a strangely vivid dream. Her
mother sat and looked at her in the old,
loving way; and on her own lap lay a
little dog that had been a great pet OF
hers in that sweet long ago. The tiny
creature began to whine.
Lille still" she said; "lie still. What
ails you, Pinky ?"
But Pinky wbined louder.
"What can trouble him p, she said,
again; and then she was broad awake;
and it was not her little dog that walled
in her arms, but her child, Tom Scotch
er's baby-and the sun was sinking, and
she was still alone.
! Tom was, doubtless, lying very drunk
indeed on the tavern step, by this time
she thought. But it was not his habit
| yet to neglect business, and he had said
it was needful to reach their place oi
destination by dark, that he might pre-.
sent himself to his employer in the
morning.
Impatiently she waited; but the moon
had arisen, and still he did not come.
All that she could do was to turn back
and seek him in the tavern.
She had no money-no food. Such a:
! he was, he was her husband, and in g
sort her protector.
She arose, took up the bundle and the
baby, and trudged back to the tavern.
Tom Scotcher was not there. A mar
dressed as she described him had drank
there about noon, but had gone the Othe
way; and now Kate began to understand
! that he had abandoned her.
At first, going by herself to a spo
where no one could see her, she crieC
over it, and felt very unhappy.
Then hope filled her heart. Now he
mother would relent and take her home
She turned to the tavern, and asked
the way to Grapmere. 1t was neare
than she thought-only fifty mile
away. Toward it she set her face.
Slowly and painfully she toiled on
begging her bread as she went. Sh,
slept in barns at times; once In a poo
mans garret, with his little children
once in an old lime-kiln. At last th
white spire of the church where she hat
been baptised arose from the distance O
tree-encircled Grapmere. Then she sav
an old red barn with which she was ia
miliar, and its farmhouse, and'a a groul
of hay-making people. The last farm
on the road to Grapmere; and now hop
gave her strength. She would not la,
until she met her mother.
tShe washed her own face and that O
her child in a little pond. She shool
some of the dust from her clothes, an,
walked on more slowly, coming a
length into the trim street, with it
houses half hidden in their fine gardens
in which stood her mothers dwelling
place. Yes, she must be fOTgiven-sh
must-she would. But what was this
Usually the street was so quiet; now
crowd filled it. People ran to and frC
some shouting, some crying. And tn
densest of the crowd was about he
mothers house.
What had happened?
With her heart beating wildly, Kat
, clutched the arm of poor woman VIII
q stood near.
"What is the matter?" she asked.
! "Why, it's murder ~ said the WON
E an, shivering as she spoke. "You're
: stranger, amt you? You don't kno'
t Mrs. Armour. She was killed last nigh
: for her money. Seems she kept lC
under her bed in chest. She's beat a
to pieces with a hatchet"
/ "Oh, Heavenw screamed Kate
"Who did it?"
"Well," said the woman, "they say
! man who used to work for her, and ra
: off with her daughter, was seen her
: last night. But maybe that's all tall
Why, how i'll you look You'll dro
your baby. Here, help! help! There
J a woman in a fit or something ~
t And help came. Kindly hands di
5 all they could for the stranger with th
lady's face and the beggar's clothes
t whom no one recognized; but heave
had been merciful-she was dead.
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