The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1879-04-03

AhNu-N n ANAH-L lAs
81 wish you had JohnAuders Tor your
husband and was at home once more,
milking cows and herdius sheep said
Lillian.
They were now very near The city
limits on their way 10 attend the last
obsequies Of Alonzo Snowden, junior,
and the long, confidential chat they had
INDUCED had net its opportunity,
though the long ride iu the phaeton
which John Auders had given over To
the sisters at the ferry, himself remain
ing behind ull the last team had
crossed the little river and then, taking
his seat on one Of the hiudmost wagons,
be had left Them 10 pursue their con
versation unmolested by his presence.
80, Lilliauw cried Grace, her eyes
trimming with tears, ST wish we had
our few short married months to live
over again"
"Why so? TN only glad that just
so much OF my sad existence has passed
away forever"
al wish it because you do not love or
appreciate john, and only faucied that
. I loved Alouzo. ! could have endured
him, though, II he had been worthy,
honest man like John; but, as he was,
though resolved 20 drain The cup Of
bitterness to it- very drugs, anI f'r my
fathers sake, make the bes. OF "a hard
bargain, yet / confess 10 you that 10 "a
word of miue could bring him back,
would not speak H."
suppose you had mar iel john, what
then ."
az think I should have always hon-
ored him. lie appears 20 me rs a
straightforward, honest, industrious and
agreeable person, aud, vou viii pardon
me, sister, bu; ] am sure you do nor go
all appreciate him."
Il know he's good aud proper cai
honest and all that, Grace, but coufe
that / don't appreciate bin. Oil and
water won't mix. John and are no more
alike than sheepand an eagle And his
mother, whom I am 90 be perpetually
doomed TO meet, and who will always
oversee everything have, or do, or wear,
though ] positively rHY not always live
in the same house with her, is destined
90 be the plague Of my life. If you bad
married john aud ] Alouzo, we should
all be living now, as happy as doves 80
"Aud what Of this baby ?'
cit could have remaiued iu The or
phauage for an o. me-"
"Don't YOU love &c, Lillian ."
"No, / hate it because its 'Louzo's,
and isn't mine!n
"Then you'rea selfish. b.d. uuprinc.
Piled woman"
81 know %, but Tm desprrste.'
. "O, Lidau, dearl ] am So sorry ioi
you! ! know you are uot happy Ga bar
boring wicked thoughts. Plt them fai
away lsom you, 7 pray you, 90. You
surely will not he untrue Go youI nus
baud, even in thought"
"TlI DO my duty, though the heaven
fall. But Im sentient being, an,
can't help thinking the truth, whatever
may say or do.7
There was small trace of the meuta
and wordy conflict through which al,
sisters bad passed when the procession
reached the cemetery aud tAe mouruer
stood around the open grave.
Mrs Sucwden, as snowy paieasihe iu
visible White Horse who was beariu.
away spidtofthedsad, stood leaning
on The arm Of her husband, dgurativel.
speaking, for in reality she was sup
porting him to prevent his falling, De
hands pressed upon her bosom, aud lac
fearless eyes cast down. The soleml
and beautiful burial service Of TIA
Church Of England was repeated, th
remains were lowered 70 their resting
place, aud the mourners went about %
streets.
Dear, good Mrs. Emerson insiste
upon taking ihe senior Suowden bacl
to her house, that she might cheer hia
up q bit with the sight Of Grace and hi
b. grandson. The senior Mrs. Snowdei
2 heartily seconded the proposal, and afte
much persuasion, the poor old man
p who had builtall his hopes upon bis son
b only 20 iiud them worse than blasted il
b their fuliillment, betook himself 10 "a
farmers wagon, muttering as he went
? Oh, that my daughters were sons, tina
might yet have more material upol
which 10 build my plans"
q "buiid your hopes upon your gal.
e ana trust in the Lord for the balancer
exclaimed Mrs. Emerson
= The old man bowed his head and wen
10 airesh, aud the good woman seated her
?. self beside him in the great farm wagor
e and zealously continued her attempis I
.t comfort him with cheering words.
Il "If anybody can say the right wo,d ,
y console your husband, my good wife
r that person. said Captain Emersor
,s Mrs. Snowden shook bis hand AZ mar
e. ing. "Never fear but we'n keen hi,
r. out Of the way till your business gets
X its feet again. It's well that Won ba,
everything else TO think about. and
o. cannot find time 20 ponder over your 81
bereavement. Aud you'll succeed tn yor
- undertaking, too. a woman ~ prosp
d. every time where a man, under Il
D. same circumstances, would starve
le death. Aud now, remember; II y,
" need anything in the way Of Gnanci
Dc backing to the amount Of a few thousar
81 I'll help you, If you'll let me-"
+ II was little wonder that Mrs. Sno