The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-03-29

ana fastened upon my UNDERSTANDING
that the more devoutly pious her wards
became, the more closely was Mrs.
Motley compelled to watch them; for
they would steal our fruits, vegetables,
chickens, etc, in direct violation Of the
divine commandment, and when almost
caught in the very act, would deny any
knowledge Of, or completely with, the
theft with as much sang Jr0id as though
they had never been anything but real
estate agents. But they learned rapidly
in the rudimeuts OF English education,
were surprisingly quick in committing
the multiplication table 20 memory, and
could learn to sing with surprising ce-
lerity.
81 think you'd better let me banish
the old melodeon to your school, Mrs.
Motley" I said, one day, after having
tried in vain to track the broken time
Of a piece Of music through a laby-
rinthine maze Of demi-semi-quavers
with my unskilled fingers.
''You don't mean to give up music?'
she answered, deprecatingiy.
think it was opportune that Gerald
screamed just then. I did not wait for
her to quiet him, but seizing him in my
own arms and cooling lovingly, soon
made him forget that he had bruised his
face with rattle had given him to at
tract his attention till 1 should- get
through my practice.
"I have a family organ that must
quiet my ambition" I said, as soon as I
could still his screams sufficiently to
make myself heard.
"But 1 want you 70 learn music for
your husbands sake" said my friend.
81 want him to be proud Of you when
he returns"
Iseldom thoughtof my husband now,
except with a feeling OF bitterness. /
had married him to be always near
him, and this was the fruition Of my
hope.
81 don't care If ! never see him
again." / said, emphatically; and for
the moment really believed I spoke
the truth.
absurd :" said Mrs. Motley, turning
away without another word, and leav-
ing me to my meditations and my baby.
/ surveyed myself in the long, mar
row, antique mirror. 10 took but
glance 90 remind me that was growing
beautiful. Mrs. Motley bad often said
so, and had frequently noticed that our
young curate, who presided over the re-
ligious destinies OF the select few who
worshiped in st. Stevens chapel was
eying me with particular interest dur
ing the singing services at church.
I was good singer once; but that
was before my voice was cracked, and
it was an easy matter to lead the choir
then.
All, mel
! was engaged in viewing myself and
thinking longingly and yet bitterly Of
my husband, when a shadow darkened
the doorway, and I saw the form Of our
curate, Of whom I had also been half
consciously ruminating, reflected in the
antique mirror.
I have somewhere read that love is
disease that, like measles, attacks some
persons more than once. I believe it.
At any rate, I know that the tendrils Of
the beart's affection must reach out for
something to which TO cling, and if the
support upon which they had rested is
torn suddenly away, the bleeding and
lacerated fibers will grope bllndly for
another resting-place. II it had not
been for my baby, God only knows
what would have happened.
Ah, me
Glow is Master Gerald? and how
! fares his beautiful mamma ?n asked
Rev. AIr. Cyrus Suydenham, curate Of
/ st. Stevens and eldest son and heir OF
Doctor Suydenham, with whom my
reader is already acquainted.
'Tm tired and bored and disgusted
with the world and everything in it ~
I said, dropping on an ottoman where
there was just room enough for him tC
sit beside me, with the baby at our feet
I believe Mr.. Suydenham only meant
to be kind and respectful and needfully
sympathetic. was young, 1 was at
tractive, and 1 was in trouble. was &
member Of bis flock, also, and he wal
my personal friend.
) "Poor little strayed and lonely robin,
= be said, tenderly, twill you let me bI
your brother?n
j Whenever handsome and health!
young married lady allows an equal!
handsome and healthy single man, whl
+ is not related 70 her by the ties Of con
sanguinity, to be to her as a "brother,
that couple is treading upon dangerou
ground.
j Women are proverbial minister an
? doctor spoilers. wish every husban0
e who countenances the presence Of mel
= in the home or the sick chamber Of hi
e wife upon a footing Of familiarity whicl
p he would not tolerate did they not wea
% The holy orders Of the priesthood, or th
II more responsiblet toga Of materia medico
Do would pause, aud muster 10 his aid
y hitie common sense. I wish he woul
ae treat his wife with such constant annre
At citation, confidence, aud love that sb
Re would feel the need Of none In whom Z
It contide her sorrows except himself r,
y just so long as men iusanely imagir
IA that a simple ceremony, supposed to I