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

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The Irish servant raped and entered.
"Have You seen the Captain, Bridget?"
I asked. in a tone as cheerful as I could
command.
'.No, mum; not since three o'clock,
yer ladyship. He was goin' away wild
the pious-lookin' gintleman as doesn't
like yez, at all, at all, mum, an he
didn't look like as If he was drinkin',
either, an I think he'll come soon,
num-"
There, Bridget. You needn't tell
me any more about the Captain. But
whereis AIRS Motley %
"Here, yer ladyship," answered the
girl, as my friend entered, just in time
to meet the glare of light with which
Bridget had filled the room from a
clumsy chandelier.
''The lady's been asking for yez,n - said
the servant, in a tone and manner that
she would not have assumed had she
not believed she was addressing a nurse.
Mrs. Motley did not respond to the
unceremoniouss salutation Of the servant,
but advanced at once to my side.
"Ah! better, much better" she said,
placing her cool, plump hands upon my
pulsing temples.
"Bridget, bring my lady's tea"
The servant slammed the door and
departed, and knew should be waited
upon sometime within few hours. The
mention Of food reminded me Of the
wants OF nature. and / grew so hungry
that / was almost wholly forgetful Of
Gerald till my supper came. Appetite
once appeased, 1 grew apprehensive.
Indeed, have been apprehensive all
my married life, since then.
All, mel
"My husband and I have decided to
remove you to a little villa we have
found in the suburbs, where we three,
you and l and the baby, are to be as
happy as cherubs till our lords return, q"
said Mrs. Motley, in a CHEEKY voice, as
she saw the look OF anxiety that over
spread my features when Bridget had
removed the tray Of tea things, aud we
were left alone.
"But what will become Of Gerald?"
"We'il take him with US, and take
proper care Of him." she answered, seiz-
ing the little bundle OF swaddling clothes
and tossing it about till I screamed with
nervous apprehension lest she should
break him in pieces.
'.I don't mean Gerald, my baby, but
Gerald, my husband" I cried.
al do wonder il you don't know where
he is ?" she replied, with look Of as
tonishment.
My heart sank within me. Was he
drunk again ! did not dare 10 ask the
question audibly.
"Your husband has been ordered "a
the California coast to assist in some
negotiations between the English and
Spanish governments, and the order ha:
come so suddenly that he is poorly pre-.
pared for the voyage" was her con-
strained reply.
"WilI he leave me here ."
"How can he help it, seeing you aT'
/ to go with me to our suburban villa {"
"But I can't live without my nus
band"
"I pray God, poor child, that yoJ
may never be driven to the conviction
that you cannot live with him"
"What do you mean, Mrs. Motley p
''Nothing, dear"
"But you speak in riddles"
"DoI?"
I was thoroughly provoked.
''You act as if l were devoid Of com
mon senseP' I said, hotly.
"Are you ,"
"Mrs. Motley, what do you mean ?n
cried.
"I have told you nothing, dear"
"But you must tell me. Don't yo
/ see this suspense is killing me?"
"Then, my darling, will you try to b
very good and heroic II I tell you some
thing that you will be panied to hear !?
The room swan round and round.
/ guessed what she would tell me.
''I will do my best" I said.
'Your husband has sailed already
Ny friend had expected an outburst {
grief over this announcement; but sh
, was at fault. I was too badly grieve
[ for tears. / could not even swoon.
lay back on the pillow, painting like
T frightened hare at bay.
Mrs. Motley was alarmed.
r Don't worry, little one. He'll CON
e back again; aud when he sees no
3 greatly you have improved during b
{ absence, he will be so proud Of you thi
you will feel well repaid for all yol
, waiting"
D "But how could he treat me so, whs
- you know he promised before God
r cleave TO me so long as We both shou
2 live? Mrs. Motley, isn't It perjury
. Ny friend did not reply, but sat for
{ long time with her head bowed in ca
Y nest thought, while 1 lay on the b,
D and watched her with half dread, le
q I might discover that she was a co
y spirator against my conjugal happines
/, ''Do men ever love their wives
4 is il all delusion ?" I asked, at last.
s "Many of our fancies are delusiou
that is all, dear. But tits quite time {
l. me to think about retiring, as ] am We
e, weary
d Where is Mr.. Motley ?"
"Gone, also. little one 30 vou So,