The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-04-05

thoroughly genuine was tnaJ olu-ias d.
ioned eonnubial greeting.
But where was Gerald? ] bad hoped
that might never look upon his fac,
again, and had dared to say so. Wa,
/ I to have my reward?
"Didnt Captain Grey return with
/ you?" asked Mrs. Motley, gazing Curl
ously at me, while blushed and bowed
my head like "a guilty creature.
This directed the gentleman's atten-
tion to myself
"Ahr' he exclaimed, as he released
his wife, and advanced to meet me.
"Our Captain needn't blush to behold
his better half You've improved so
much that all the ladies will be Jealous
of you"
"But where's the Captain ?1
Hell be home presently"
"But why didn't he come with you ?''
"He had business with the Collector
of the Port, he said. had no author
I ity to bring him along before he was
ready, and I wanted to see my little
wife"
/ Instantly the old pangs Of doubt, anx-
J iety, and terror that had driven me half
/ frantic on ship board, and well-n nigh de-
prived me Of my last ray ofreason during
my illness, the old pangs that I never
could forget 10 my dying day, when
there was prospect that 1 might have
cause to remember them, seized me,
soul and body, and I gasped for breath
aud prayed that might die.
"Mr. Motley, aren't you afraid he'll
get intoxicated ?' ] cried
And then Gerald, my baby, as though
some prescience possessed him, broke
forth in perfect agony Of screams.
This was the first thing that attracted
Mr.. Motley's attention TO the child.
STOPPING, be sought 70 take him in his
arms 10 paciiy him; but baby Gerald
was afraid Of strangers, and clung the
closer to Mrs. Motley, Of whom he IVES
always fonder than Of myself
"Good heavens, Wife" was his ex-
clamaiion Of astonishment. "Td never
own that young one if you were its
mother, for it's the perfect image Of old
Elder Chalmers ="
"ll-. lfoHeyy BE ashamed Of your
selfn' replied his wife, with her usual
tact. "Never mind him, Mrs. Grey;
you know he's always Joking" she
added, turning TO me, as ] stood there,
trausfixed and dumb with acute aston
ishment.
She thought 7 did not see the mean
ing look Of silent explanation, expostu-
lation, and command she gave him; but
did see it, aud the apology he blum
dered through iu endeavoring 20 make
amends for his abruptness was as trans
parent as it was futile.
All this time the baby kept up an in
cessant clamor, not calculated to i'm
prove his appearance in the least.
'.You can't mend matters by lame
apologies, Mr. Motley" I retorted, an
grily. 81 know my child resembles the
man ] loathe, but you unpardonably in
suit me by alludiug TO IT, Never speak
TO me like that again, or ] will kW your
Mrs. Motley took the screaming baby
from the room, and by her womauly
arts soon stilled him, while her hus-
band looked the very persouiiicatiou Of
agouized surprise.
az knew I'd have trouble this morn
ing" said 7, 'for God permitted my an
gel mother to come last night and give
me warning. Gerald viii not come till
night, and then he'll be intoxicated.
But my angel mother will sit in the va
cant seat"
The dogma known as modern Spirit
ualism had not been heard Of in those
days, and such fancies had always been
common among the people where I was
born, and nobody was surprised al
them, though they looked upon every
body who saw visions and dreamed
dreams as "uucanny."
81 am going 20 have trouble, and
know it, for I've had a warning" con-
tiuued. "Tve seen the eyes, the a1rJul
eyes. God never sends them except "a
warn me-"
"The eyes 2' said Mrs. Motley.
''Yes! They're black and large aud
fiery, and they fash at me in my
dreams, aud then have trouble. But
/ il seems strange 20 me, if God is infinite
and everywhere, that he can't drive
away the trouble, as well as to bring
the warning. Sometimes I doubt every
thing"
Mr.. Motley shook bis head. Evi.
IDENTIFY he thought me daft. Indeed, fl
was no wonder.
By a strange freak Of fate, Mr. Suy
deuham called Just then. He had seeI
Mr.. Motley from his parsonage across
the lawn, and called, be said, 10 wei
come his return.
Gerald, my baby, was quiet now, anc
we repaired to the little dining-room
aud the circle Of five was complete a
the table without my angel mother
and alas, without my husband also
5 Visions are, after all, not very reliable
= as we interpret them.
2 Mr.. Suydenham's grace at table wa
as devout as oratorical. He was pious
b cultured, aud earnest, but he did no
2 know how terribly wicked il was 70
7 him TO enter my presence, since by m.
own volition was a wife and a mother
/ and not free 10 care for him.
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