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

/ has Wronged tlll she j H"Pe'eS9iy III
sane"
"What? Insane ~
"Yes. Ileft her araving maniac"
"Is she incurable ."
81 should judge So"
"Thank God.p
"ThanE God ?"
"Yes, yes. She cannot now betray
US"
go, husband, Are all the tender
mercies Of men so cruel as this ,"
'I don't know, Mrs. Snowdeu. only
know that we must save our own ba-
con. IF you knew the exact state Of
my pecuniary affairs, you would hardly
worry over so Insignificant a matter as
the fate Of that silly, wanton young
girl"
Husband, listen to me. That girl
was not naturally silly or wanton.
And even our wayward sons abomina-
ble abuse Of her holiest affections could
not make her so. She was simply a
precocious and somewhat uucultured but
loving, true and trusting child. She
loved Alouzo, devotedly and tenderly,
and would have made a paragon Of her
self in time, for his sake, if you and he
had only let her But you sought, man
like, TO assuage her hearts holiest long
ings with money. And then you well
nigh landed yourself in the States
prison that you might mollify her
father for her disgrace. But never a
word or deed Of restitution have you
vouchsafed to the poor, wronged and
ruined girl"
ut is her fathers business to take
care Of her."
True. But can he supply the lack Of
her starved affections? Can ne undo
the dire deceit through which she was
brought 20 ruin? Can he restore her
shattered reason? Can he become
father and mother to her innocent baby
girl-01y' grandchitdy''
"ALrs. Snowden, 1 beg you TO be quiet.
Ny head is again aching ft to burst,
and my business sorely perpiexes me-"
'There is something far more per-
picking than headaches or business that
weighs upon my mind, Mr. Suowden."
THAT, madam, is because you don't
know anything about business. I wish
you could exchange experiences with
me for just one little month"
"Sir, I should be glad to do 1t, if only
to show you that could manage splen-
didly. But then you couldn't carry my
end Of life's contract if you should at
tempt it, aud guess you had better not
try"
"What do you want to-day, Mrs.
Suowden ."
81 want TO teii You that Pm going up
TO 'Louzo's 10 Oe absent for a week or
50, trying To uutangle the terrible
suarl we've all gotten into; aud want
you TO be as coutented as possible when
you're at home. You needn't tell the
girls about where ] am going, or what
! intend to do. Just keep a quiet
tongue in your head, and I'll tell YOU
everything as fast as there is anything
70 tell"
"But, wife"
"Don't attempt to dissuade me from
my purpose, Mr. Snowdeu. Ny mind
is made up. am not, as you well
I know, in the habit Of taking my own
advice, else I might often come much
/ nearer doing right than I do. But, in
I this case, you have kept me in iguor-
ance Of what most vitality concerned me,
and now must do wha, can TO amend
matters"
"But you surely VIII no; tell Aouzo's
wife about this girl ?'
"Wby not?"
go, Mrs. snowden! What good could
come of it?"
"she would probably adopt the baby
girl"
"Wife, are you crazy ?"
81 wish to heaven I were"
CT warn you, madam, to he wary"
"I need no warning, sir. And now
goodbye. Only trust me, dear, and al
will yet be well. You shall find that ther,
( is power higher than man that rule.
woman and shapes her destiny"
/ With this, Mrs. Suowden left the
dingy store with its great piles Of rusty
salt on the one hand, and greater piles o.
+ rustier bacon upon the other, and enter
ing her carriage, drove away in the di'
rection Of the Emerson homestead. II
her excitement and. .perplexity, she had
forgotten her lunch, and il was long pas
high noon when she reached the ferry,
where honest John Anders presided a.
boatman, his matrimonial experienc,
not being sufficient variation from tn,
ordinary routine OF bis duties to make ,
longer holiday worth its trouble an,
cost.
"Why, Mr.. Andersl Is it possibl,
that You are at work already ?' askeC
Mrs. euowden, as John turned steadily
at the obedient wheel, and she leaue,
from her carriage window with an al
Of cordial greeting quite out Of her Gus
tomary habit.
oh yes. Life is a prosy riddle a
BEST and those who expect the leas
generally fare better by accepting it a
such in the beginning, than those ii
who anticipate the most. Lille and
have setout to be a model couple. Lif
b to Us is not TO be a poem, but the yer
p plainest kind Of prose"
5 "And you,n succeed admirably. I q