The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-03-08
VOLUME VII.

4ue Daccuhualldu ItNcllg III lut
cabin below reached my ears like echoes
Of the orgies Of Pandemonium. Elder
Chalmers and DR.. Motley drank wine
with the rest, and their carnival lasted
till highest noon. Certain legal formula
had TO be gone through with before we
were to be allowed to go ashore, and it
seemed to me that that revelry below
would never end.
After a while / grew too wretchedly
lisiless to longer make a show Of enter
tanning my lady guests, so I abruptly
left them to themselves, while I wan
dered aft TO gaze upon the roofs and
steeples Of the uninviting city, thereby
outraging British etiquette in manner
perfectly objectionable in the Captains
wife. But l did not know it then.
All, me!
Sitting down upon the bench that
common consent had assigned as sacred
to me since the death Of my lamented
friend, Mrs. Chalmers, looked away,
away, over the tiles and beyond the
trees; and then I closed my eyes and saw,
'Not that which was and that which should
have been,"
But the familiar vision Of B0thwick
castle, with its turrets, moat, and draw
bridge, the stolen meeting between Lord
Bothwick and Ethel Graeme, the bridal
scene within the shadows of the old
church, and the solemn face OF Elder
Chalmers lowering over all.
"Mrs. Grey" cried my friend, Mrs.
Motley, approaching me in merry, ia
miiar way that became her finely,
''have you lost yourself?"
81 was dreaming" 1 said, clasping
my hands tightly over my burning
eyes. 80. Mrs. Motley, do so ,cant 20
go home"
Nonsense, dearie! Don't be absurd.
Wait till you have explored the Aus
tralian continent and helped me to con-
vert its heather, before you think Of go
ing back to England"
"I've not been commissioned 20 cor
rect the errors Of Omnipotence, said T.
Let God look after his own heather.
l have enough to DO to look after my
self"
1 was myself horrified at my sudden
outburst Of what seemed the direst bias
phemy. Mrs. Motley gave vent to a lit
tie shrek. I burst into tears.
'Never speak like that again, little
one" she said, in a tone Of half COM
mand and half entreaty.
I Inow know had Mysteries. Then 1
thought my aflliction was wickedness.
l laughed and cried by turns, and was
as peevish as a teething babe.
The titled ladies elevated their noses
and betook them to their own more con-
genial company. But Mrs. Motley sat
by me, cooling and soothing in a way
that, had it been my husband who had
thus petted aud caressed me, would
have made me feel thst 1 was indeed
blest among women.
All, the curse Of maternity is bereft Of
/ its sting when those who have loved
wisely and acted well attend, like doves
in mating season, TO the holy work.
/ Woman will do aud dare anything and
everything for the man she loves. II
only he will cherish her, she will suffer
and grow strong; if not, she becomes a
disagreeable scold or a fretting aud
fretted child, or both.
The men had laughed and chatted
over their wine till long after the noon
hour, and it was now time to 90 ashore.
Ny husband came for me, and finding
me choked with alternate tears and
laughter, was much disgusted. Il must
have been a grievous trial for him to be
compelled to witness my exhibition oi
weakness before his distinguished Wis
itors. ] do not wonder that he was an
noyed, but he could not mend matters
by getting angry, at least he did not.
Don't be a foolr' he exclaimed, seiz-
ing me by the arm as though 1 had
been a refractory child or pupil.
shrank from him in horror, and
wept and laughed the more.
The Collectors lady eyed me askance
for minute, and then said, quite loud
enough for me to overhear:
"What a simpleton the Captain has
chosen for his wife, to be sure.n
"Get your wraps and let's be of ~
commanded my husband, giving me an
other jerk.
elung TO the vessels railing with ms
clenched hands, and it required quite a
struggle to release my hold.
81 detest those British snobs, and ]
will not 90 with them ~ I cried.
As my antecedeuts, so far as 1 knew
were Of Scotch descent, and my earl,
education, such as it was, had been ii
favor Of Scotland and the Stuarts. a
against their old-time foes, it was quit
natural for me to dislike the English
especially when provoked.
"You'll go where l put you, and you,
better look sharp, or I'll see That yo
are assigned to an insane asylum" re
torted the man idolized, who had De
. coyed me away from my fathers house
and had made me his wife under th
solemn vow to love, protect, and cherisl
2 me, for better or for worse.
All, 1 know I was naughty. I knoy
, l behaved strangely; but, reader kind
what wonder if l did? Remember
was only a child Of fifteen.
Ny native will-pOwer suddenly spran
unbidden to the rescue. I arose an
. took my husbands arm, and wake