The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-09-12

me, could through all my days have
lived in easy circumstances.
"Your IN temper has ruined your
husband aud blighted your life" said
the cauting old hypoerite, his voice as
suming the old monotone.
NV unwelcome guests were welcome
/ to all they could enjoy in my house after
that greeting was over. / certainly
made them as miserable as / knew how,
and my temper did not improve during
their soiourn, which was necessarily
prolonged a week TO enable them to en-
bark on the next boat.
Gerald kept his room for very shame
while they we're in the house.
Poor old Chalmers He had tried
hard TO preserve the vigor of youth, but
his once upright form had a suspicious
stoop, and his few iron-grey side-locks
had turned snowy white with the ad-
vancing years. He was mortally jeal-
Gus Of his guilty companion, who
seemed to stand in awe of him, as
though he had her bound under the
power Of a mysterious secret. really
believe he had secret power over her.
Indeed, fancy that she is a murderer
at large, and that he knows it, else do
not believe she could be ruled by him,
for she is yet young as compared to
him, and he certainly is of no advantage
to her. But it seems as though some
men were born to worry the very lives
out Of some women.
The days wore on, and the packet
came in sight that was to bear them
away, and then breathed more freely.
Did not the very presence OF that old
bypocrite blight the countenance Of my
first born? And was it not primarily
his fault thatd was now without son
to care for me in my old age?
They paid their bill-a round one
without protest. Indeed, believe they
would not have returned a word if it
had been ten times the amount; and as
they went their way, swapping and
snarling at each other like pair of en-
ragged cats, could not help remem-
bering Ethel Gaeme, my kinswoman,
and saying softly to myself, "Dear
cousin, you are thoroughly avenged"
l was recalled TO my cares in the
house by the horrible screams OF Ger
aid, my husband, whom l found wrlth-
ing again under the terrible malady Of
mania potU
Poor fellow
Through "a grating in his door, which
had caused 10 be made to enable
me 10 pass him food and drink
when in his paroxysms, he was glaring
like the maniac he was; and oh how
pitifully he entreated me to take his life
and end his misery.
81 have blighted your whole life,
Ethel. 1 kidnapped you in the be-
ginning. Then / married you that
might atone; but I didn't know l
didn't know didn't know % he cried,
his voice dying away in piteous wsils,
as you have sometimes heard a child's
when in the power Of an enraged parent,
who, with upraised whip, stands wait
ing to repeat again aud again the cruel
blows. But it was conscience that was
whipping Gerald with cat-o'-nine Of
scorpions.
All, me
I reached him a portion of rum, but
when he essayed to take measure from
my hand, he dropped it, as though il
were an adder that had bitten him.
/ wish that every young man in the
land who dallies on the edge of the
preeipiee OF moderate drinking could
have heard the temperance address that
my poor husband delivered, standing
there, as he believed, among writhing
school Of venomous reptiles.
Concluded uevf week