The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1880-05-27

81 don't care for anythingr'
Mr.. Primrose looked after her, with |
eyes Of mild reproach, as she ran out OF
the room.
Mrs. Mixel followed the bride into her
room, In her perplexity.
"NIy dear" said she, "you are very
foolish"
"Ican't helpit," sobbed Georgia. 'No
one could, to have that horrid piece OF
perfection thrown in her face every |
hour Of the twenty-four. 1t breaks my
heart it poisons all my peace! II she
only had the least bit Of . faultw
1--WE are all fallible, my love" orac-
ularly remarked Mrs. Mixel.
"But Mr.. Primrose's first wife wasn't" |
said Georgia.
"Humph ~ said Mrs NIixel "Do
you happen to know what part Of the
country was her native place."
'SnoOksdale," faltered Georgia; sin
the State Of New Hampshire"
"Aud her name was"
"Mehetable Meeker. Oh, I know all
the details by heart % sighed the wife.
"And now 1 must 90 and rip up Mr..
Primrose's old coat for carpet rags; his /
first wife never wasted so much as
clipping Of thread" with fearful GRIM
ace at the name Of the obnoxious house
hold idol, who was so frequently set up
for her to worship.
Mrs. Mixel went home aud considered
the matter little while; and then she
took the train for Snooksdale, New
Hampshire.
'Tve come to visit you, my dear"
said Aunt Eunlce Meeker, a pock-
marked old lady, with a dyed bomba-
zine dress, silver spectacles, and a
Snooksdale habit Of taking snuff "AIrs.
Mixel said you were lonesome, and I've
nothing on earth to do but to visit my
relations"
"But don't know who are you are"
said Georgia, recoiling alittle before the
. array OF band-boxes, brown paper par
GELS and hair trunks studded with gilt
tering brass nails, behind which stood
the little old woman.
"Tm your husbands first wife's Aunt
Eunice," said the visitor. "She died al
my house."
Georgia's heart sank within her.
'Did she ?" faltered she.
"Oh, yes" nodded Aunt Eunice.
"Have a pinch Of Maeaboy? No?
Your husbands first wife snufIed. That
was what led to the separation"
''To the"
''The separation. Didn't you know
She came to live with me a year before
she died. Phineas couldn't get along
with her no how. She drank, you know,
and she snuffed, and she wasn'tno great
housekeeper at her best. Phiness was
greatly disappointed in her. Well
well we're all mortal" tanning herself
with an enormous fabrication Of rusty
wire and turkey feathers.
The roses came back 10 Georgia's
,, cheeks ahd the magnetic brightness to
her eyes. She took Aunt Euuiee by
both her black-mitteued hands.
"Dear Aunt Eunice," said she-"I may
call you so, mayn't I?-do come in
am 90 glad to see you! Shall make a
, cup of tea for you or would you prefer
!. coffee? And I'll broil a slice Of ham
for you directly, If you'll only make
!. yourself quite-quite at home"
"Wen, declare % said aunt Eunice,
.-ftI ff,.o ,,-o Of fiafc
? reception. 'I didn't expect no such
welcome as thisl Phineas used to be
p ldreadfully worried because Mehetable
never waru't in no order to have CON-
pany. She was a poor cook, MeheIable
, was, and she didn't seem to have no
faculty to learn. The waste as went on
here, Phineas used 10 say-and he said
= freely enough-would a. kept tavern
q in vituals and drink. / amt going to
p extenuate her faults because she was my
brothers child" added Aunt Eunicer
a with a flourish Of red and yellow ban
D danna pocket handkerchief, "for did
allow that she was a dreadful trial to
{ Phineas."
e Georgia Primrose trpped arounu as
D lightly as II her feet were shod with
3 humming birds wings, to light fire in
the best parlor, and get out her choicest
. silver and china, for the honor OF her
: husbands first wife's relative; aud, as
T she moved about she burst spontane'
r ously into fragments Of songs.
a Mr.. Primrose came home to tea as
r usual, but as he crossed the threshold
his glance rested on Aunt Euniee, with
d her snuff-box and her speetacies, and
+ his florid face grew pale.
e ''Yes, Phineas, it's me-" said the old
lady, rising, with a smile. 'Tve come
IS to visit your second wife-and brisk
'e stirring little body she is, as any man
J. might be proud Of"
y Mr.. Primrose looked obviously al
ir Georgia.
e. Yes" said she, With the mischievous
" dimples playing about the corners Of
her lips, as she set the chairs I'D to the