Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-02-26
Miss charkup greeted Lord Hubert as he

| hero. If it is heroic to rasp my elbows
am, he replied, as he fondled the injured
member.
"Well, never mind. That will do for a
beginning. Perhaps you may get knocked
on the head next time.
| He laughed uneasily, and turned to a
less painful subject, asking. what will
you do with your captive, now you have
got him 2"
"Oh, suppose he will run for office
now and get elected
81 wish you wouldn't always chaff a
fellow"
Lord Hubert's expedition was failure.
The young lady was clever enough, and
under the less formal and more intimate
conditions of American society perceived
the stupidity and yulgarity which in the
old country were obscured by the sur
roundings of tine clothes, national reticence
and social observance, which form vailnot
easily penetrated by a stranger. l think
she was too good for him, and her foolish
notions were rather an accidental growth,
induced by circumstances, than necessary
part OF her nature.
CHAPTER XIX.
POLITICAL, BUT ILLEGAL JUSTICE.
The rest is soon told Captain Storno-
way ascertained from Charlie Gould that
the money handed over by Dawlish was all
right, and that he was really entitled &c
half of ST. 600, after deducting enough to
pay his share of Mr.. Harris note. When
they reached the landing the Captain wits.
pered to Dawlish to slip away whilst the
people were busy and excited with getting
on shore and giving an account of their
deeds. He would keep them from motto
ing, and then he handed Dawhsh his money,
and the latter dropped into a boat. 1t was
very wrong, but the Captains conscience
was not severely logical, and his natural
kindness was strong. When the mischief
to others is mainly repaired, Callfornlans
are ready to find excuses for almost any
offense which does not include cruelty.
Dawlish was never seen again by any OF
our friends. His wife he left behind, nor
has she ever heard of HIM, but still she
cherishes his memory, and has always re-
fused to speak TO Charlie Gould. 1t may
be that this separation is better for her, al
though she may not know it. Americans
are full of pity for woman's misfortunes,
and she has her choice of hundred homes
or means of livelihood offered her. Women
often do better by themselves their wants
are few, and their friends are helpful when
| there is need.
After his debts were all paid, Charlie
Gould found himself the possesor OF nearly
"a 000 He and his wife, nee Gertle Blake,
live on the home farm at Drytown, where
he has built cottage with his money. He
manages the farm, and, with the help OF
the interest on his wifes savings, they are
comfortable. He was offered position IN
the city by Mr.. Charkup, but refused it,
having had enough of 60 the street, for one
while. Will he remain in the dull atmos-
phere of Drytown? | do not know, but il
he does it will be due to his wife's infiu-
ence, for, without seeming to know it, he
generally does what she suggests-unless,
when his occasional combativeness is
aroused, and he takes it into his head
that he ought to assert himself and his
virile authority, For the present he is ut
terly satisfied, and never tires of admiriDg
working little wife. Mrs. Blake was so
disguised with her daughters marriage,
that she refused to live with them. She
was mot going to live in the backwoods,
among rattlesnakes and Indians" she OBJ.
served, and, notwithstanding Gerties en-
| treaties, went back to her relatives in the
Eastern States.
Lord Hubert Flamboyant went home be-
fore the SHOWS began to fall. Mrs, Grundy,
with some acid self graduation, remarked
that he had treated Minnie Charkup shame
| fully. The misfortunes of our friends are
not entirely bitter to us, we are told, and
the disgusting prosperity OF some people
deserves to be tempered with mishaps-if
real, so much the better if only imagin-
airy, they are at least consoling to some of
u.s. Lord Hubert knew that Mrs. Grundy
was mistaken, and he thought that, if any
one had been badly treated, it was not the
lady. He had never brought matters to a
final test, but when lady snubs gentle
man decisively, even fool can see how
things are.
Jack Holmes is not much more prosper.
GUS than of old; but there is not the same
asperity about his writings. He thinks of
going down to Charlie Gould, and "ranch-
ing it for while, but do not think he
will stay long in that uncongenial atmos-
phere. The excitement of literary work
is a necessity of his being,
Of all our friends, there is now none
left to notice but Mrs. Harlay. She still
lives in Oakland, but keeps boarding
house no longer, for she is rich. Rather
| than provoke further scandals, S75, 600
were paid her by Mr.. Granger, on the
part of her unfaithful lover-she, on her
part, releasing all claims and promising
never to annoy him again. She has rigidly
kept her promise, and has taken to re-
ligion. Mrs. Dawlish lives with her, and
they are well received by charitable So
ciety After all, she has not offended very
deeply against our laws. and that which
she has done she was driven to by others
whoclaim to be unspotted If, in the eternal
! fitness of things, woman must bear the
blame, while men go free, it would seem as
| if things were out of gear somehow
That punishment which she has earned
doubtless she will receive, but while there
are Others so much worthy of the lash,
who go unwhipped, let us at least be sparing
of our righteous stripes nor be the first to
| lay them on one who, if she has grievously
sinned, was tempted sorely. For that soft,
unsullied womanliness, which we are wont
to cherish as pearl above price, is too apt
to be crushed in the grinding mill of the
blind world We cannot help it, De
nsimrais non curGt lea. Natural law does
not discriminate, and the unerring, ire
sistible locomotive of life cannot be thrown
out of its course to save mere atoms from
being crushed out of shape. Such battered
atoms may, it is true, revile the system,
forgetting how good and evil are hopelessly
mixed in sc the little lives of men, and, if
constant residuum of good is left at the
bottom of the cup, it is as much as we can
hope for in the short syllables of our time.
THE END.
WHAT GOVERNOR PORTER SAID.