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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 1, 1877)
THE WEST SHORE February. 122 my little son, wtij loijkui from thui,'iitrii ma, And nwred unii 111 iuiet, irowb-up mm, lUvliii; my luw tin; seventh time duwU'red, I Btrmli Mm, Mid dlralawd With liurcl vordl Uld uiikiaswl; IILh ni'itliCT, wlin a iMlliiit, liein(E ilfjwl. , Hun. feuini Mil Ull ifnef nln-uhl hinder sleep, I vUiUxl hUDMl lint fmiwl lilm sliimlicrinjr deep, With dsrkeneii eyelid, ami their la-h. - yet fan nil hue KwMng wt. Ami I. with nua, Kinnirit,' unay lilt team, left "tticrt nf my own; Fur in ii trttili: drawn heHiile his hiutl He had init, within hix reiwh, A box nf counter, and rodvdnwl Umc, A lui'ci' "t k'l-i-n alinuk-il li) Oil- IhwIi, Ami Ktxur aeven shells. A In lit It- with lilue-bells, Ami twu PrtOOh euiur SOtM, ranged then ith o art, To comfort Imt ud heart Ho, whim that niifht 1 nr-iycd To (IihI, I Wfpt ami Mid: Ah ! when at Mat we lie with trained t.roath. Not vanUtfTnathi death, And Thou remi'oiherem ui what toy We nude i.ur joys, Tliy uroat inmiujodfil ifmit, Tlivn. fatherly, not less Thwi I Wbont Thou lml ii i I -1 - 1 from the i Is , ELSIE. My mother and I were pending tfits summer with my uncle, David Gregory, at his bone. lTw Idnd old genUeman had written to me to bring one of my Hhoolnutei with mu. "Soma one the wrote) who loves the country." I in vited KUie Vcntnor. She was not a . In-l u like ui'. ill, but lived witli M me. Iu Puis, tenuhinjj tin- children who were day scholars. One iftemoOD uncle came in where we were all sitting over our fancy work, and said, with n imtlei "Madge, put thin in the llihle for ino. .Sec, it in a fnur-lcaved clover. I fonml it just now. Koine good fortune must surely lie coming to me." When I hail done an he asked he Hat down and Unfolded a new plan for on amusement. We were to get Up tableaux and invite all we ohoM to helh up, and conclude with a dance. "(Hi, uncle, how nice! When shall it be?" "As Moon as you wish. I will have every thing dona for you that is necessary, and you may UM anything in the house you like for the purpose, I want yon to enjoy yourselves an much as yon can. It will lie hnt a dull hottH after yon are gone, ami I shall only havu the (ay memoriH to enliven it," When he had left iih I exclaimed; "(Hi. mamma, isn't it it pity that line It) never hod any children? lie it ho fond of seeing young folks enjoy themselves." "II Huh, Madge!" she hriHtily redied; "for mercy 'h sake! never way anything like that Mure you? uncle." "Why not, mamma?" "Ilecaiise, my child, there are rcaBuiis why you Hhould not. ' 1 WOUdtred a good deal in my mind over that scran il luturiHiti-in. imt I did nut axk ;inv mure questions. It waa no hard matter to get a merry party to join uh, ami much tun as w had, iiinmiaging in the attics, with Itch's u aintamc, for old fashioned things to turn into use. . One afternoon mamma called II k and my aelf into her mum to look through an old trunk alie had found stowed In the hack of an unused closet. "Hen1. girls, examine. I nhouldn't wonder, from the peep 1 have taken, if we had found a treasure-trove.' Wo were both delighted. When we liad taken out itn coiiteuta old fashioned dresses, feathcra, laces, etc., in a tray, all hy itself, waa a dmss w hu h would have driven QueOO Mali to envy, and Which wiu evidently more modem in ita fashion than the other articles Hlrvwn around us. It was a long trained nkirt of the palest UljU silk, with an overdress of lilac tulle, covered with endiroidcred clover blossoms, as if Omi MreleM hand had Iluug them in pro fusion all over tiie delicate material. I'liu rosettes on the tinv lUppen were decorated in the same way, ami a wreath of white clover, inrinkled with mimlo dewdrope, lay with t lie in. "1 think, Mudgc, Haul mamma, "it must have Udotigcd to your UttOlol ninter, Hilda; I have heard nhe w.ut n great hello m her day." "tlh. mamma, we'll have a taldcau called the 'Stunt o Hood Fortune,' and Klme ithall wear thin ilrens Come, dear, and try it on. hVreu the fnmoua belln heraeU could not hav looked fairer than did my friend, when we htul ar raved her in the hcautiful coat tune. Inntead of tin- name 1 had cIiohcu, mamma thought it would tie jut aaapiiroiirittto, ami tuuch ircttter, to call the tahleau '- r(ie I'our leaved t'lover." The evening came, ami all the tahleau x were neoeufaUy gone through with, anud great a pltuae, except the laat. When I was liclung KUieto drean, she opened Qtte, and taking out a muuive chain, ottlped it inwnd Iter MOk. Having "I will wear this to night, Madge." "Why, Bbttel what an eXijtutito thing." "Yea, it it all I have left of mv mother'. I DOVtr wear it, aa it would hardly bt Miiitahle for my nlain dn'WK'a. Sw," And opening the diamond itttddod lockrt which hung frvnn the chain. he iliwi-l me the picturv witliiti, Theii', smiling at me, was a face something like KImc s, only nOTI IWi mon radiant. It waa the only lime Klsic i a.i ever spoken to me of her mother, and I wished ahe would aay more. Ihit the Udl mug (or tlut last tahleau, and we haatt-ncd to our placea I among thu audience, and ahe to KK-ar aa "The Four leaved flour ' flu curtain wn and KUie stood m a gratvful attitude, binding the lymhol of I fortune to a youth, who, on bttM kme, waited to reiH-ive it The diamoml-aludded Im-ket on her whlhl ne. k caught the light in a Ituudrod sitarklea, and Uia dew aiMingled clover llaahml it itaok airain. It waa a Imlllaut picturv; hut wv hanlly had time to admirv it autticiciitly, (or witli a low giA-.oi mv uncle fell heauly (orwanl froui hu eliair to the tloor. Tlieu ail waa coiifuiiou. The young mm) did not stay (or the promicd dance, auil to a darlicited iwm Uiev caxriwi ui geiiueman. while a phynician was hastily Hent for. No one iilil ai.-coinit lor the MtraiiL'c attaek until uncle, after a long time, awoke to consciousness. I hen Deli, the uld housekeeper, with stiaiiL'elv working features, came into our room and said: Mian V eiitnor, may I have the chain and locket you wore Ui-night?" Wouuenngiy r.tsie rose ami got it lor tier. "Deb. Deb!" I exclaimed, "what is the matter!1 Huw ih dear uncle? Why do you want Elsie's chain?" "Miss Madge, solemnly interrupted I)cl, with that clover-dress came misfortune to this house, and now it lias hrought good luck hack again, I think." Ami without mopping to explain her am DUE nous sentence or answer my question, she de parted. When Deb came into the room again, it was to say uncle was better and wanted KUie. When we were alone Dch told me a strange story - that my uncle had had u child, a lieautiful daughter, who had married against his will, and whom he had refused to forgive until it was too late. 'Miss Mad-iL, it was at her comiuu-out nartv she wore that dress -she was always fanciful and at that party Hhe met the gentleman she married. v ith my own eyes 1 saw her lather lasn that chant anil locket (here alight hroke in upon my mind) around her pretty neck. When lie retimed to let her marry tier lover (whom he knew was dissipated) she ran away, .Miss Mange, ami they went nbfOM to a foreign country. Her hnibtnd died, we heard. Hut with all Mr. David's trying, we could never get I any news ol her tin tins day. At last, through your means, Miss Madge, her daughter, Mr. David's own grandchild, has been hrought to his very house. Here the good woman elan pod her arms around me and wept for very joy. ii told m. a hhe came to lie with JMiue, tm Pole. When Madame had first established her hool, she was in her garden one day, and saw a young woman passing on her way from the station, carrying a ehihl in her anus. Shu was struck by the weary look in the pale face, and going to thu gate, she called her to come in and rest. Madame made her comfortable in her sitting-room, and hastened to bring some re- trcsluuent. lien she reai In il t he room again she saw the young woman had fainted, us she supposed. Hut it was not a mint it waa leath. No niiiuines cotthl discover Who site was, and sliu waa ipiictly buried dear, good Madame hcrsell enetma plain muiniiiiclit to her memory. The baby's clothes were marked "I'.lHio Vuittncir, ami so Madame called Iter. H'orW. HOW VALK.NTINKS ARB MADE. Modem valentines, asidu from the valuable presents contained in them, are very pretty things, and they are growing prettier every year, since large business houses spare neither Hkill nor money in getting them up. The most interesting thing aooitt them Hi grown-ups is the way tliey aro made; and perhaps even you youngsters who wateli eagerly for the pi-.ini.in. "sinking beneath the load of embarrassment's not his own," would like to know how satin and lace and llowurs and other dainty things grow into a valentine. It is no fairy's handiwork. It went through the hands of grim looking workmen and dowdy looking girls; it made familiar acquaintance with sand i and glue pots, and steel stamps and inky presses and paint brushes, ami all sorts of unpleasant things before it reached your hands. To le sure a dreamy artist may have designed it. but I lithographer with inky lingers printed the picture on it; a die cutter with sleeves rolled up made a pattern in steel of the lace work on the edge; ami a iliuey looking pressman With a paper hat on stamped the pattern around the picture. Another hard-handed workman nibbed the back of the stamped lace with sand paper till it came in holes and looked like lace, and not merely like stamped pap. i. and a row of girlH at a common long Ublo--Mnkiug about their own narrow lives, the haul trtnes, and so forth put on the colors with sWneils, gummed on the hearts ami cuptds and flowers ami mir rors and doors and curtains, and ituek in the Mohet nowder. and tied nn the hows, and sewed on the fringes, and tucked in the handkerchief or oilier gilt, and otherwise nnished the thing exactly like the pattern Iwfor them. Noti see the sentiment about a valentine doesn't lievin vet To all these workmen it is merely tlieir daily duty, and to tbein means only bread and butter ami a home. It is not until loin, Dick or Harry takes it (nun the sta tinner and writes your name on it that it ac otiin's, in some mysterious way, tho sentiment that makes it such a lllfu 1 1; in. to get. The hideous abomination called a "comic val- 'iitine," which is merely a cruel or low mm. led nsiih to the receiver, is Iteneath the notice of any gentleman, whether he be live or lifty veen old, and 1 am sun- no buy cares to know just how it is made tfood H'cns. (iLAM VlNBftM. A company was recently (tinned in New York for the purHiHe of tuatnv faoturingi as tliey term it, "glass veneer and decorations on glass." Seeiinens of their Work ant said to be excellent imitations of the various woods represented such a birch, ash. trviu'li walnut, jnvy maple, roeewood, mahefcany, red's eye maple, aattu wood, etc, For (landings, xviiu and ceiling decorations, inarmietry, inula tious of the different marbles, tiles, etc, wa know of nothing to coital this new maun lac tu re. and pnslict for it a great success, combining, as it does, cheapness and leautv. Mr Hudd the inventor, has had a single pianoforte in tist for the at tWO years, covensl with glass veneer, during w hich period it lias lieen nmiovcd three tunes without breakage, or even a scratch. Skin t't nisu. An Australian corresm indent rrcouimcmla the following met he I of pn-serving oMHsum, otter, ami other small skins, as the re sult of l.i years' exivneiiee, A very strong de- eoetwn oi fn-sh ban of waMia saplinira should ic pi. pa:, t iH't.uvu&iid. into this the skiy u thrown as nan as stripped from theaniituU, ami left (or eight days: it i then taken out, fleshed, and n-tunml to the Uipior for a couple o( davs more; lastly, it is eggvl out to dry. The skin will then Iw tierfeetly cunnl, iinwrvious to ram; the fur well set, and witli a uica lustmus ap- paknaaa, LIGHT BREAKS. When twilight's gentle musings are suddenly ended by the dropping out of sight of the rays of the gentle and pale-faced moon; when the bo vines have chewed the cud of contentment till Morpheus has stilled their tongueB aud closed their eyes, and the little pigs have made them selves into a snowy pile; when the midnight crowing of our barnyard friend tells 12 on na ture's noisy belli when the "wee sma" hours get uneasy in their little licds, and warn the late houred lovers to take a parting kiss and wait for another Sabbath eve to welcome the tryat under the feathery elm's spreading anns in the lug pasture ny the singing uroon; wnen honest laborers are recuperating their muscular and nervous jsiwers under the repeated doses of the narcotiue of peaceful Blumber; when Aurora is about to push the dawn up the orient, and Sol with his streaming red hair is hitching hia liery team to dine up among the fleecy clouds and smilingly nod to the dew-tipped flowers of awakening earth; when Btrange humanity begins to move uneasily on their feather beds, and guardian angels whisper of the dawn's approach and the duties of another day; when tho dreams of the night are brushed away by the magical wand of returning consciousness, the eyelids quiver and open then the light breaks breaks upon tho eye, upon the Vain, and joy beams from the eyes, pleasure irradiates the well fur nished parlors of the heart, and the beatitude of life in magnetic currants makes the waking mortal raise the silent voice of prayer in thank fulness that he lives and enjoys. hven at the dark hour ot midnight, when an nature is drowned in alcen, save the wailing whip-poor-will, the Bolemn owl, or the consumer of midnight oil, it is not impossible that light should break. Look at that occupied mind wading in thought through tho intricacies of a machine yet in the brain of the thinker. Be hold! a radiance beams from his face; a smile of satisfaction plays about his mouth and his lips utter aloud the signihcant words, "1 nave it now. At that moment of excitement and joy, light breaks upon his understanding though the sky be dark as Krebus without. A flash of light bursts upon his dazzled soul, and ecstacy of de light permeates every sensitive liber of his mental being, and lie thanks heaven that light breaks upon his waiting mind. The visions of a useful machine arc about to crystallize into gold, and the hard labor of years receive its just rewanl. Wnen the little boy is presented Ins tirst knife, light breaks, and glorious visions of the past are alKiut to lie realized: and as he steps torth in his tirst pants with pockets in them, light breaks again, and yet once more when he has a gun all his own. Light breaks again when his dear Katie returns his love and the wedding ring is on her linger, and again when she calls him up in the dead hours of night to bring the soothing syrup, lor baby is sick. Light breaks in Hie halo of loving children to soothe his last moments with kind acts of filial love. Light breaks upon the mind that believes that immor tality is the gift of (did, and that Christ is the Saviour of those given to him by the Father. Immortal light breaks upon a mortal mind, ami it leans conhdingly hi faith upon the Saviour of the world. The veil is lifted as the spirit re turns to liod who gave it, and a brilliant halo of light encircles the angel soul, time without end. A'. A'. .Shrwii. in WMern Uitml, Till Dm 10 MoTUam Mothers livo for their children, make self-Baerilices for them, and manifest their tenderness and love so freely that the name mother is the sweetest in human language. Anil yet, sons, youthful aud aged, know but little of the anxiety, the nightB of Bleeplcss and painful solicitude which tlieir mothers have siient over their thoughtless way wardness. Those loving hearts go down to their craves with thus., hunm ..f uamI unno Untold, As the mother watches by night, or prnys in the privacy of her closet, she weighs well tho words she will address to her son in order to lead him to a manhood of honor and usefulness. She will not tell him all the griefs and deadly fears which lieset her soul. She warna him with trembling lest she say o'cr- much. She tries to charm him with cheery love w hile her heart is bleeding. No worthy and successful man ever yet knew the breadth and depth Of obligation which he is under to the mother who guided Ins stem at the time when nis character tor virtue and purity was so nar rowly balanced against a course of vice mid ii noininy. Lot the dutiful sou do his utmost to sin. Kith his mother's nathwav; lot him oW in.. illicitly as he can her wishes and advice; let him omit nothing that will contribute to her peace, rest and happiness, and vet he will part Inun her at the tomb with the debt to her not nan discharged. krtmn ash WoKK.- -Paro says that a fall ing oil of the appetite indicates a diminished capacity to lahir. A farmer was once asked why he paid his hands so much, replied, it was economy to pay them well, so tliey could buy M.,di. t t i rx. iAi - 1 "i- ""gov as reasonaiuy ex pect much lalsir from a meager diet as much tire from a little wood, A good appetite isgener ally synonymous, with health and ability to do much lah.r. lireat workers, whether with hsly or brain, or both, are usually liberal eaters, lawyers and ministers are apt to be good cat er. They should eat wisely as well as liK-rally . ...... ..o,,-,,. , i. uw rmaiv 11 0M notion that great thinkers are small eate live very quiet and inactive Uvea. Dr. Htl- Ht'MSKKK. The New York 7ViOBfaeye: Mr. , " w wuai was tin seetvt or Ins luccesa in his business. "Secret Then ll no secret about it. All you hvo to di is to attend to your hummus and go ahead ' At another time he said: "The secret of my sue ii l i t,,uu 10 till I have done it. I his was nearer the mark lie kept his own couuscl and never betraved his Wmt fneu.l II.. I 4 A-l J ,V .... uhm uimseii. Ihat was the xrt of the railroad king's LETTERS TO BOYS AND GIRLS. 'Tlease tell me the Pip and Jyp story, it's ao splendid, you know," said Master Walter while we were waiting for the dessert this noon. Walter always thinks the present time is the convenient season for stories. "Y'es, I would like to hear it, too," said his mamma. "I heard you tell it yesterday and am quite interested in t. It will lie a nice Btory to put Willie to sleep on when he iB a little older. You know our dog is named Pip, and brother Will's is Jyu. It is curiouB to find a story with their names m it." Of course I told the story. It seemB to be my fortune to be continually finding little boys. and girls wno are penecuy luieuoun iwi muries. I BometimeB pinch inyBelf to see if I am any thing more than a bundle of stories. It is easy enough to tell stories to the seven-year-olds, but the smaller onea are harder to. amuse. Of all the stories I have ever told, the "wee bits' seem to like the one about Pip and Jyp the beat. 1 am not certain where it caine mui in toe nrst place, or whether luu ouu who autitcu il would recognize it now; but here it is, for I think some one who reads the nOBAL i'RKSS would like to tell it to some sleepy little curly-head,, that it may smooth the way over the straits to the "Land of Nod." Once uiion a time there were two little doss. One was named Pip, aud the other was named. Jyp. They lived in a nice little house in their master s yard. Uno nay wnen tney woko ur from a long nap, Pip said to Jyp, "Let's take a walk;" and Jyp said to Pip, "Yes, let's go.,v So they went, trot, trot, trot, and trot, trot, trot, and trot, trot, trot; and their tittle feet went pat, pat, pat, and pat, pat, pot, and pat, pat, pat; aud their little tails went wag, wag,, wag, and wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag,, and pretty soon they came to a little yard be aide the road. In the yard there were three little lambs and ogjBold sheep. Pip thought he would try to BcanHhe lambs, bo he ran up to. the fence and saioPi8ow-wow-wow," and Jyp ran up to the fence and said, "liow-wow-wow-wow! ' The lambs said, "M-a-a-a, m-a-a-a m-a-a-a!" and they ran to their mamma and told her all about it. she,, ml, "H-o-a-h! h-a-a-a-h!"' which was as much as to say, "Just you curl down heroi the corner beside me and those naughty dogs won't dare to touch you." So the little lambs curled down in the corner and went faet asleep. And Pip and Jyp went, trot, trot, trot, and trot, trot, trot, and tint, trot, trot; aud their little feet said pat, pat, pat, and pnt pat, pat, and pat, pat, pat; and their littlo tails, went WW, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag; and pretty booh they came to a. large house. In front of the house thoro were four little kitties playing and having a fine time. nut, nn and jyp ran up to them and Baid, "Bow-wow-wow! bow-wow-wow!" Then the kitties were very much frightened and cried, "M-e-w, m-e-w, m-e-o u-w!' and ran into the shed, and told the old kitty all about it. She was m a oarret, turned down so that the little kitties could run into it. i;wd,lcd to them. M-e-o-u-w, m-c-o-u-w. ituwas;tih Irere with me and the dogs can't touch you;" so the four wee kitties tumbled into the barrel, head over heels, and laid down and went fast asleep; while Pip and Jyp went, trot, trot, tnit, and trot, trot, trot, aud trot, trot, trot; and their little loot said pat, vat, pat, and pat, pat, pat, and pat, pat, pat; and their little tails went wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag, until they came to a little ohd, upon which were sailing five little ducks. Then, of course, they must exercise their little throats, so- tney rushed up to the edge of the water and said, "How-wow-wow! bow-wow-wow!" Tho lucks, "Quack! iiuack! o-u-a-c-k! ii-u a-c-k!" and sailed oil' as fast as they could. When they got to the eld mamma duck they told her all about it, and Bhe said, "Quack! q-u-a-c-k! quack! q-u-a-c-K.: which meant, Jiistciiri down here lieside me, ami the dogs can't hurt you; they're most all bark, anyway." Pip and Jyp found that they could not frighten the ducks any more, so they went, tmt, trot, trot, and trot, trot, trot, and trot, trot, tnt; and tlieir little feet said pat, pat, pat, and pat, pat, pat, and joi, pin, pat Rwitoeu nine tans went wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag; ami by and by they came to a yard where there were ten little chickens playing and pick ing Up seeds to eat. Pin rushed townnl tham and said, "BoW-WOW-WOWl" aud.lvnran tin and said, "BoW-WOW-WOWl" Then the poor littlo chickens cried, "Peep, peep, p-e-e-p! mid ran into the coop, (which was a little house built of slats placed far enough apart so that the chick ena could run out, but their mamma had to stay inside.) and told the old hen all altout it. She said, "Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck!" which meant, "Come here, vou lsior lifilo nblnVa curl down under my wings, and the naughty .logs shan t hurt you." Bo the little chicks. nunoaoown under the old hens wings, and wore soon fast asleep. Then Pip and Jyp went, trot, tmt. tmt, and trot, tmt, trot, and trot, trot, tmt; and their little feet said pat, pat, pat, and pat, pat, pat. and oat. nar. nar- nod Ikah. 1 tt& tails went wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag, and wag, wag, wag; and pretty soon they camo ju m cunning uwt gm playing m the yard in front of a oonnitu little aottauM. Pin m nn her and said, "Ikiw-wow-wow!" and Jyp ran up and said, "liow-wow-wow!" as loud as he coulrh The little girl began to cry and said, "(Jo off; von naughty dogs!" Then she ran into the house and told her mamma all about it, and her iiMwima looh. ner up in her Ian and she was soon fast asleep. Pip and Jyp looked amund, but as they could see nothing else to fnghten, Pip said .T' "Jf1 J home," and Jyp said to Pip, "Well, lets go, ' so they went, trot, trot, trot, and tmt, tmt, tmt, and trot, tmt, trot; and their little feet said pat, pat, pat, and pat, pat, Pi PW lt, pat; and their little tails went wag, wag, wmr, and wag, wag, wag, and w ag, wag, wag; until they got hack to their lit tle house, where they found a nice dinner all ready for then. After they had eaten all thej wanted they curled down in a comer and were soon fast asleep. So the lambs and the kitties, and the ducks and the chickens, aud the little girl and the doggies, were all fast asleep; and if the shailows are beginning to creep into tho cor ners, I think it is tune that the little folks who have heard thu story were fast asleep, also. Jennie t. Jameton in Uvral Prtu.