The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-08-17
CHAPTER VIII.

San Francisco by the first outgoing
steamer. I will not attempt to describe
bis thoughts as he turned his back upon
the place whittier he had gone with
such unbounded hopes.
There comes, sometime, in the history
of almost every life an experience
wherein one finds it necessary to sud
denly change the whole current of ex
istence as he had planned it, and turn
the torrent of his life back upon itself,
so to speak, and thereby learn a new
and bitter lesson for the cleansing out of
all the channels of selfishness, and
thereby consecrating the individual to a
higher and nobler aim than he had con-
ceived hitherto. Sometimes the indi-
vidual is not morally strong enough to
rise superior to his nature and conquer
the promptings of affection by the die
tates of will. Such an one will attempt
to drown his sorrows in dissipation or
suicide; or, being weaker yet, will re-
lapse into apathetic insanity, and con-
tinue to the end of his life in a monot-
onous round of uneventful years. Mi
sers are men and women crossed in love,
who have turned loose their long
boarded affections upon secretly boarded
gains. Victims of almost every form of
insanity or idiosyncrasy under the sun
are also victims, or have sometime
been, of disappointed affection. But, on
the other hand, as though nature were
ever striving to restore the equilibrium
of all things, we find that philanthro-
pists, inventors, missionaries, and men
and women Of genius almost invariably,
if indeed not altogether, are indebted
to some such trial for the power devel-
Oped within them to do and dare, for
the sake of human veal, what others
more comfortable than themselves have
no enthusiasm to undertake, because,
not having had the experience needed
to try them, they do not feel the neces-
sity of change.
1 am often asked why do not write a
story and leave out the love. To this
have only to answer, because God
never leaves love out of anything that's
worth writing of, or even thinking
about"
People who have never loved have no
history to write or be written. They
are the failures in existence, that, like
the drOnes in a beehive, feast on the
substance of the workers, yielding moth
ing in return. | never saw a man or
woman devoid of the love principle
whose whole of life couldn't be written
up in a dozen lines. Then, too, I be.
lieve in love; love as God gave it, pure
unselfish, cherishing, reciprocated and
enduring love; love that never grows
old and never changes; love that begins
in youth and flows evenly Oh to the enc
of life, and crosses over at last into th,
haven of immortality, to know the sor
row of human imperfections nevermore
Believing, as do, that this onenes
of human love is the highest and bes
of life's many phases and conditions, We
the people of whom / write are not mod
els, but real specimens of every-da,
flesh and blood, like you and me, reader
of whom much must be chronicled tha
we would gladly have ordained other
wise, had we been so permitted.
Kingston Greensborough lost himsel
in the whirr and whirl of the Golde
City. He was wealthy and brilliant
and his society was sought in many
merry circle. Yet he acknowledged bu
one paramount aim, and would admi
that only to himself.
"The government is my bride, Cor
gress my bridal chamber, and the Whit
House my ambitious home I' he ez
claimed, in the excitement of despair.
To accomplish his political dream,
became in every sense a man of th
world. None were better dressed tha
he; none more eagerly welcomed in 81
ciety; none more Indifferent to il
charms. Previously correct in all b
habits, he became an inveterate smoke
moderate drinker, and devotee of I'll
gaming table.
To say his heart was In all this woul
be a very wide deviation from the trutl
He was simply turning his back upc
himself and driving back through a
the channels of his existence the 10y
current that had flowed evenly but re-
idly through his being from the hol
that he had first met Martha Marbl
head till he awakened from his drea
to find her in the lawful possession
another.
wish, good reader, that I might te
you that he was true to his first loveto Il
last. wish I might portray his lone
bachelor life, even as he vowed it sbou
be, till such time as Providence mipl
have seen fit to remove his mamma,
rival from the earth. wish 1 mig
tell you truly that after years of trI
upon Martha's part, and patient waitil
upon his, they had met again, und
mems laws, and been united ever aft,
This is the way I should fix 1t up il
could be induced to write novel. B