The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-04-19
VOLUME VII.

power; but was he not the aggressor2
He looked at me with a furious glare,
as a maniac or a wild beast might.
remembered that he was half crazed
with drink, and it was no wonder that !
was frightened.
81 beg your pardon, Gerald" I said,
shrinking back to avoid a blow; and,
still fearing the glare Of his eye, gath
cred both children in my arms and
started toward the inn from which we
had just been elected.
1 expected he would follow me, bot
he did not. wandered aimlessly around
for an hour, not knowing whittier to
turn, with baby Ethel in my arms, and
leading baby Gerald most OF the time by
the hand. Then l ventured back to the
spot where our trunks were left, and
found a note beside them, couched in
bitter language, informing me that
was heuceforth TO 60 my own wild way
without my husband. did not think
had ever been wild, or that deserved
to be thus accused. And / now know
that I did not deserve such treatment.
But 1 then imagined myself guilty Of
some very grave misdemeanor, l really
could not clearly imagine what.
For a time / sat as one turned TO
stone. The very agony Of Gethsemene
was upon me. Gerald, my husband,
had abandoned me; Gerald, my baby,
was crying for food, and tiny Ethel was
gazing wonderingly at me with her
great frightened eyes, as though she
dimly comprehended the fact that there
was no place in the wide world for her.
shut my eyes to hide myself from
my children, and lol and behold
Bothwick castle, with its moat and
drawbridge, and Lord Bothwick and
Ethel Graeme passed before me in a
panorama like unto that which I had
sometimes seen before, while overhead
there glared upon me, in a fury Of ma
licious rage, pair Of lustrous eyes. oh,
those cBcsg What could they mean by
gazing at me thus And why did ]
sometimes see Bothwiek castle with my
own eyes shut?
7 wonder if there are ministering an
gels. have heard a great deal about
them during these later years, so much,
indeed, that have almost lost faith in
them. But there were no Spiritual
mountebauks in those early days Of my
life, and I never doubted enough 10 even
raise a question as to the genuineness of
my own mental visions until latterly.
Then, too, I once implicitly believed
that could hear angels voices. Some
times I doubt the evidence Of my own
inner senses now, because 1 have so
often been deceived by those who, pros
Tossing the same or parallel experiences
TO mine, have proven themselves char
latans and deceivers of the worst order.
But all that is neither here nor there.
Let the phenomena | saw and felt and
heard come from what source they may,
they have never failed me I'm the hours
Of my sorest need; and though il is now
a number of years since l have been
blessed with frequent second sight hal
lucinations, if such they be, yet I love
TO remember the many times when
some sudden, unseen aid has come to
me, lifting the clouds from my path,
aud permitting the rays OF heavens
light to illume my path, erewhile
bloekaded with the densest gloom.
The voice I heard was so still and
small and strange, and yet so powerful
that it seemed impossible that it should
be inaudible to the physical ear; and
vet il was so, the voice that l heard
while yet it seemed that could heal
not. And it said suddenly and authori.
/ tatively:
keep a bOardng-hOUscW W
"TU do ity' cried aloud, as I rose tC
my feet and started toward the hoteI
from which we bad been elected in the
morning, still clasping tiny Ethel tc
my bosom, and leading baby Gerald by
the hand.
"Oon do hat, mamma >" asked
baby Gerald, springing forward as
though he, too, felt the inspiration Of a
new, mysterious impulse.
keep boarding-house, dearie. And
/ you shall help mamma, and be her man
and her darling, won't you?" I an
swered, not knowing what else TO say
OBS, mamma. An maybe God'l
send me another good eye in pace o.
my bad one, an make my back scong,'
the darling replied.
All, me!
In a little while I paused, painting and
Hurried, in the presence Of the landlord
who was busily engaged in weighing
gold dust in exchange for the primitiy,
dinners and more primitive lodging
with which he entertained his guests.
"What notg7n he asked, pausing 70
an instant TO gaze at me and the littl
ones, and turning again as quickly t.
his nieely-balanced scales, as thougI
not expecting a reply.
81 want to go into business, Nj
Lillienthal, and I want you for a part
ner" 1 exclaimed, scarcely knowinj
} what / said, or why had the temerit
TO say it, yet feeling brave from yer
desperation.
"Ah, indeed?n he replied, shakin
= the gold dust he had weighed from tn
deerskin purse in his hands into a glas
jar on the counter.
eyes, Mr.. Lillienthal. Ny husban
has abandoned me, and I'm left who'll