The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1879-01-02

gate. And We'll let the horses be fed,
also"
John Anders moored the boat to the
landing. and led the way to the ram
bling white house, where his apple
faced mother greeted Mrs. Snowden
with a hearty welcome, and Lille met
her with a tremor and a blush.
"His mother! Alonzo's motherw she
said to herself. "And 1, o, God, what
am 1. that I should think such things ?
I 5ciH conquer myself; 1 tciH be true to
good and honest John, even in thought,
and ,riH be true to my own heart,
also"
With this, she forced a smile Of greet
ing, and busted herself at once I'm order
ing and preparing a lunch, while John.
equally dissatisfied at heart as was Lii
lie, aud equally as determined to con-
ceal the fact, led the way to tine barn
with the horses, his mental CALCULATIONS:
Hang it ALI It's deuced tough that
life is such a failure. That nincompoop
Of a son OF that blow-hard Of a woman
can never appreciate Grace, nor begin
to DO it. But Lille is good aud true, and
she shall never know that married her
with a preference in my heart for her
sister"
The lunch was As perfect as was every
thing else about the model home Of
JOAN Anders' mother; and Mrs. Snow
den, notwithstanding the great burden
at her heart, enjoyed her brief visit to
the uttermost.
you're in something Of a hurry to
visit your son and daughter, are you
not, Mrs. Suowden ~ asked Anders,
senior, as he lett his work in the garden
and came in to greet the newcomer in
cordial country style.
81 have important business with ny
son and daughter, else ] should not care
20 return so quickly" was the ready re-
ply, though spoken in a manner that
blocked the way to further questioning.
'Do you intend to keep your son and
daughter at home, Mr.. Anders ?'' she
asked, abruptly.
"Yes; that is, II they will stay with
u.s." spoke up the good wife, who had
an unconscious habit Of answering her
husbands questions before he could
have time-to collect his thoughts, much
less to be able to speak them.
'I think it's better for young people
to begin in their own home in theft
own way" suggested Lille.
Generally speaking, it doubtless
would be-" was the smiling reioinder.
'But here it is different. There is no.
body but father aud John and Lille
and me, and there's plenty OF room for
rs, and everything is in readiness Tor
The young people TO begin 20 live. Of
course, what property we have will be
theirs when we die, anyhow, aud it
seems like making two bites Of a cherry
10 make two homes Of our little circle"
Aud so, indeed, it did seem. But Mrs.
Anders, dear, good, well-meaning soul,
learned in after years to doubt the wis
dom Of her decision. Nest building is
the very happiest occupation for both
birds and men. Take away the ueces-
sity Tor the exercise of the ingenuity,
trouble and painstaking that accompany
house-making and housekeeping, aud
You deprive the most happily married Of
the highest possible incentive 20 proba-
ble contentment. Let young people
build and control their own home, be
il ever so humble, and then, 10 they do
not succeed in attaining at least a
share Of life's happiness, they will only
have themselves to blame for their fail
uIe.
The sun was sinking ar below its me-
ridian when Mrs. Snowden was ready 20
proceed on her way, carrying messages
Of love aud good wishes 20 the Emer-
sons, and an urgent invitation TO Alonzo
and Grace to pay the Anders family an
early visit.
\ few nours Of steady driving, and
she came in sight Of the Emerson es.
tate, and was soon bowling along upon
the road where John Anders and AlonzC
Snowden bad first met, only few shorr
weeks before, on their way to the hom,
Of Grace aud Lille. Mrs. Snowden did
not know all, but she knew enough t'
be certain that her son Alonzo had, IL
his wooing, used all the powers Of fas
cination with which he was peculiarly
and dangerously gifted, and for which
she somehow held herself culpable
though why she could not have OWNED
had her life depended upon the solution
Of the problem, save only that as hi
mother, she felt sudden awakening o
moral responsibility which it was grea
pity she had not experienced before thi
last great humiliating sorrow had COM
to blight so many innocent lives with il
whitening desolatiOn.
The spirit Of prayerful resignation e
duty which she had carried with he
from her chamber in the morning, ha'
remained with her all the day, and
stood by her now as with audible hear
beats she neared the low, weather
beaten dwelling where the same bevy q
dogs that had disputed the advent q
Alonzo and John on that other memora
BILE occasion, rushed out TO protes
against the approach OF the Snowde
carriage.
''The laws OF mercyw exclaimed Mr.;
Emerson, her arms akimbo, and he
snactscies ~, ber forahaad uTt Inear