The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-10-03

eyes east down.
"I have no use for a lover at present" ,"
she said, half audibly:
"Please do not talk like that, Miss
Grace" pleaded the acquaintance Of an
hour. who, though he had come to pay
court 10 another for whom he had but
recently fancied himself almost dying
was now almost beside himself with a
new sensation.
Grace struggled to regain the self
composure which she had exhibited in
I the COW quarters, and which she was
not so deeply fascinated that she could
not remember. But her will was weak.
I Softly, from the young mans glossy
head, came floating up the sweet per-
fume Of ottar Of roses. His hands were
small and white, and the dainty cuffs
that edged his jet-black broadcloth
sleeves we're white and glistening.
Grace was extravagantly fond Of
pretty things, and was not blind TO the
attractions Of pretty man.
81 thought you loved my sister," she
said, under her breath, and Lille, who
had paused for an instant in her amia-
bic eudeavor to entertain her own taci-
turn admirer, overheard the remark aud
/ its rejoinder.
81 love yOu, and you only, and / never
shall be happy unless l can crown you
queen Of my home and heart" was
Alonzo's passionate outburst.
/ Lilies heart was like lead. She had
loved Alonzo Snowden from the day
when they had first met in the city, and
had clothed him with all the ideal at
tributes Of a mind that grasped at most
at impossibilities. Unlike Grace, she
had never conceived the idea OF making
her own way i'm the world, and the
thought that Mr.. Suowden, from the
city, would surely come to WOO and win
her, bad made her heart beat light ever
since her recent return to her home.
But, after all her dreaming, this was
the fadle-this the severe awaken
ing. Pity she could not have been
so fully blessed with prophetic vision
as to have foreseen the future, and di-
vined the revelations OF a dozen years.
"The air is close and ! am faint. Let
Us walk on the stooP," she said, husk-
lily, addressing her companion, plain
John Auders, who was fiigetiug uneas-
lily and breathing hard.
Poor fellow He was as deeply fasci-
mated with Grace as his travelling COM
pauion, and had enjoyed himself in
conversation with Lille only because
there was no way TO help it under the
circumstances.
Aud yet, judged by any human
standard of which I have knowledge,
Lille was far more beautiful than
Grace. She was larger, taller, aud more
symmetrical. But she was, as the
reader has discovered, less ready i'm
speech, and less audacious. This, per-
haps, was why our young gentlemen
were alike aflured from the sister whom
they had both considered faultless be-
fore they had met her successful rival.
Young gentlemen, IN the main, are as
far from exhibiting common sense IN
matrimonial affairs as girls. They are
often sent away TO colleges, to be edu'
Gated where girls are forbidden to cross
the portals, and their ideas Of marriage
able women are based upon what they
see and read in sensational newspapers
rather than upon facts in real life. An,
thus, though they are destined to spen,
their lives as husbands, they general,
have opportunity next to none to form
l. rational acquaintance with women dur
a ing the years when such association
- would be probation from which the,
3. might learn profitable lessons before j
y would be too late to profit by them.
Lets take stroll down the lane,
= said Lille, after she and her bashfu
: companion had stood for little Will
q upon the stoop, listening, involnntarily
e to the cooling hum Of the lovers voice
inside.
d Mrs. Emerson had retired early, an
= her heavy snoring was plainly audibI
= through an adjoining wall.
e az wonder II will ever learn to be a
q unconcerned about my possible futur
= a. mother ?' said Lille, with
), shiver.
e "Are you cold ?" asked her com
L panion, offering his arm.
4 Lille folded her arms tightly an
}. shook her head.
Il "Then why do you shiver? ?"
:, "Pm nervous"
+ "Are you not well ?"
"Oh, yes"
J. care you happy ?"
It mo"
+ They were in the lane now, and IL
:. moonbeams batbed them in flood
=, silvery light.
II "Why are you not happy 2"
h John Anders was making a despera
1t effort to be sociable.
l. because 1 hate this farm. dete
D. this old house, and I abhor everythii
4, on the premises wish | were dead
er In his hesrt John Auders echoed b
be outspoken sentiments. But he did u
s. answer. He was too sad to speak.
ly They fingered for while under q
shade Of a gigantic oak, and then m
e. chanically retraced their steps.
US Grace and her lover were Oblivious
'r- their return. AlonzO, with her "
IL hands clasped within his own, sat loo
10 ing into her eyes and pouring into /
ne enraptured ears promise Of the futu
'tG TO which the fufatu.fad afrl fanf paQ