The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-03-22

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pher. I was cut out for a good, loving,
conscientious, and self-sacrifciug little
wife"
Ny friend laughed merrily.
''Then you have been badly spoiled in
the making up" said she.
Don't laugh az me, please. feel as
If / cannot bear il. Iwanta little birds
nest OF home, with vines and flowers
and trees, and my husband, aud baby
that doesn't resemble anybody but Ger
aid. And I want him 20 love me so
dearly that he will think whatever do
g. right; and 7 want hili 20 De sober and
gentle and fo1beariug-'
"Your baby TO be all that? What
paragon he viii be, to be sure 81
''Not the baby, but my husband. You
don't want to understand me-
ayes I do, dear. Go on"
81 want everybody else to honor my
husband just as do, only ] should not
want anybody else to love him, except
myself"
'iAll of which is very natural, and not
at all blameworthy. But you must
learn sometime, little one, that we can
never have what we want, just as We
want it, in this life."
CT thought every one had just what
they wanted as soon as they were mar
ried,n I said, sobbiug.
"Poor little simpleton w
And Mrs. Motley laughed so heartily
that could not help catching the iniec-
tiou.
! looked az her wonderingiy.
"You have a great deal 20 learn yet
little one" she continued, bending over
me and kissing my forehead.
81 begin to think / know nothing,
and / almost fear I care for nothing" l
answered, bitterly.
(Which it is very wrong Of you to
fancy" was the quick reply.
"But it's true"
"Nonsense. Look at your baby
think of your husband; respect yourself"
"But my baby looks like old Chalm-
ers, Gerald doesn't love me, and I've no
incentive TO respect myself
"AIore and more absurd Your baby
will outgrow that look that hauuts you"
''Io, be won't. had a dream when
he was three days old that will always
haunt me. The milk fever had come
on, and I was all alone. and I slept !
thought my baby had grown 90 man
hood. II seemed 70 me that had lived
through long years Of toll and suffering,
and was but a wreck Of my former self
I don't know how it came about, but
was living ON a great plain, below
which river ran, and mountains in the
distance looked like piles Of somber
clouds. I thought my home was a
cabin, such as have never seen except
i'm dreams, and my home surroundings
were poor and meager, except that ]
was the mother Of a large family Of sons
aud daughters, all Of whom resembled
me but Gerald. And he this poor baby
was grown to manhood, and his height,
complexion, voice, manner, and disposi-
tion were the very reflection Of Elder
Chalmers. He only differed from him
in one respect. He was a drgmkard
and in that be was like his father.
mused over the dream till the fever left
me, and then forgot all about it till
to-day. And o, Mrs. Motley, I hav,
loved my baby so much. have laid
here for days and weeks, shutting out
the memory Of that hideous dream, and
picturiug my boy as l faucied be would
surely appear, first in short clothes
then in Highland plaids, afterward in
school suits, and finally as a man. anC
looking through all these changes, hi
would seem like my father sometimes
and again like Gerald. But now th'
dream interprets itself am to be dis
appointed in my first born. Mrs. Mot
/ ley, is 10 my fault?'
'No, little one. It is not your fault
and I hope it will not be your misfor
tune, either; for / do assure you it i
very foolish to be making yourself mis-
cradle over the sickly delusion Of
feverish dream. Now 90 20 sleep. Nor
have talked too long and too seriously
After you are awake again Mr.. Motle
will have returned, and then we shal
see how we are 10 be disposed Of for tn
ensuing year. ForI do assure you that
consider you the most obstreperou
little heather outside OF the heart {
Japan"
With this she playfully placed he
hand over my mouth, and bidding m
be silent, turned away after time, an
left me so exhausted that fell asleep
once.
This time / dreamed Of a dense fores
IN which were hundreds Of working me
! + engaged in telling trees, hewing tin
bers, building bridges, erecting habit,
tions, tunneling mountains, diggiu
, bitches, and burrowing under river bed
What IL all meant I could not tell. Bl
again, as in my former dream, I sa
myself a drudge and slave, my childre
eo"ardiy and ashamed, my husban
!, oiear-eyed and bloated-visaged and NJ
eldest born captious. domineerin
lault-hnding inebriate, with the look
IT Elder Chalmers and the appetite Of h
l. father.
e Iawoke at dark, in a cold perspir
tion. Ny babe was sleeping near m
but heard no sound save his peacei
breathing. Where was Mrs. Motle,