The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-12-12

cup Of tea.
Mrs. Snowden hustled into the room
and began wearying him with small
talk.
"Would you believe it, Mr.. Snowden,
our new Chinese servant is a perfect
nuisance. Don't you think, went into
the kitchen few minutes ago, and
found him wiping the floor with the
dish-cloth. And only yesterday he was
scrubbing the table with the broom.
declare don't know what the long
suffering women Of America will do for
servants if things 90 on at this rate"
"For heavens sake, Mrs. Snowden,
stop your clack; shut the hall-door, too,
and stop that Internal piano. Ny head
aches fit to burst, and there's no rest
or peace for me snywhere."
"What now, Mr.. Snowden? OF course
Zee been doing something reprehensi-
bic, as usual, 10 throw you into head
ache; TN always to blame, II anything
goes wrong. Has there been a decline
ia the price Of pork I think I'd be
careful how 1 put on airs over a lady
if was only pork-packer"
But Mrs. Suowden was at heart much
more considerate than her words i'm
piled. She closed the doors, stopped
her "clack," f." as soon as she had finished
her stinging retort, and brought a pill
low for her husbands aching head.
Then, for the first time, she noticed
that he appeared really in.
"Why, 'Lonzo, what's the matter ."
she asked, in real alarm.
ave just got through he'll, wife"
"What ?n
"Just that. o, my head"
Husband, are you crazy ?"
81 believe ] am"
But you don't tell me what the
trouble is"
"Nou wouldn't understand IT,"
"Yes, l would"
"But it's too late now. The snake Of
disgrace is scotched, at least for the
present"
"Disgraccg"
"Yes."
"Why, surely, Mr.. Suowden, you
haven't been doing anything wrong"
"Are the doors all shut, wife ?''
"Yes."
"Are we alone ."
"Yes."
"Will we be interrupted soon ~
'Nesi if we remain here. Fong will
enter to lay the table presently"
"Then Well 20 to another room. Oh,
my headr'
Mrs. Snowden was all apprehension
and curiosity now. She preceded her
husband TO their chant Der, aud made a
show Of real tenderness in her solisitude
for his comfort.
'Poor old fellow; he works too hard,r
she said, in a caressiug sort Of way that
soothed his aching brain, as nothing
else might.
"Do you feel better, now ?'' she asked,
imprinting a kiss upon his dry, wrink-
led forehead, the first ne could remem-
Der for years.
"Mueh better, wife. You are very
kind"
"NOw, dear, will you tell me what
troubles you?"
81 say you wouldn't understand it,
"Aud I say would"
Then, wife, ! have just escaped the
peniteutiary."
80, Mr.. Snowden,
Fact"
"How? What do you mean ."
"Well, dear; you know 'Lonzo's been
wild, don't you ?i
so, yes; he's had his wild oats to sow.
But now he's married; it will be all
right; young men in his set are apt to
be little fast while they are boys
"But he's been IN great trouble about
a girl"
II guI2"
al girl"
"WhO? What girl?"
"You know old man shaddon ?p
''Yes."
"You know his daughter?p
''Yes.n
What do you think OF here"
"She's very young"
ayes"
"And handsome"
Rather"
"But the old mans poor.r
"I know
"Lonzo has ruined that girI.n
go, Mr.. Suowden. Impossible"
"But true"
"Why didn't you tell me Of this be-
fore ."
because / did not dare to. This
evening 1 am desperate. You shall
know all"
"Say on"
"rhe boy would not marry her."
"Of course not. He's too mnch of
Beauchamp for that.n
but he was Beauchamp enough to
act dishonorably"
II there was one thing above all 9TH
ers In which Mrs. Snowden INDUCED ex-
eessive pride, IL was the Beauchamp
family, from which, by her maternal
sue she sprung. According 20 her
Idea, everything praiseworthy in her
children was an out-eropping Of the
BeauhcamP blood, and everything rep
rehensible In their conduct was tracea-
bic directly to fl,., ,,,.,,-s.,s