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Written fer Mm New Xorthwest.
People ny I am ill
And they talk of the skill
Of the doc tar who erniw, looked grave, and said
"Writ, I know H I so;
My wounded newt Weeds, I am feint, and my
eye dim wttli team;
Dut how oon I shall ro
I a question of time; perhaps not for months
or Ions years.
Have you never been told
ThHgrief kill but klowly; Po crul is grief,
liika the Havmcc of old
IttnrtHrex M vteHm till death brings relief.
I atn pining for love,
Koryin)w.tti jiMy and tender words;
Ami I mourn as adore
Woeoded, ami catted with rude, foreign birds.
Ttieun eume train the EaM;
It shines mi the home where my childhood was
Were I from thraldom released
IM hael to H roof as the bird flics home to lu
But the distance is groat;
My vb are but feeWe, and the air Is bitter
I mutt yield to my fate
The bond thai confines me Is heavy and strong
hi It bold.
Out beautiful lond t
So Ml ken and tight when I took It on me!
But cruelty wand
Hath changed It to Iron, and I Miner and long
to be free.
Tender, Iming and true
Were the friend that-I left In the pleasant.
Ih r way land,
As I bade them adieu,
And save all to another heart, fortune and
Now they think of me here
As we think of etir loved who have gone to the
ma natens above;
If there falleth n tear
BeeatMe I am none, they say, ".She is blest with
Stars that witness my woe.
Tell not, I charge you, the tale of my wrong:
God forMd they should know
That atone wMlimy xrtef I have wrestled mi
Raradrenm of ray III
Would eadUen their hearts and disquiet their
Let thm think of me still
As loving and laved Queen of ray borne In the
Bat the inclining will break,
The tempest be huIl, and n ealm come over
I shall sleep and awake;
They wttt say I am dead, but my spirit shall
soar and be free. anonymous.
hi . hi . ri ii
Kit ee Spef.ch, Free Press, Free Peofle.
PORTL.1ND, OREGON, FRIDAT, NOVE3E3ER lO, 1"M.
JUDITH EEID ;
A Plain Story of a Plain "Woman.
Entered, according to the Aet of Congress, In
the year l&l, by Sirs. A. J. Iranlway, In the
Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washing
Looking from my latticed window I
saw Dr. Armstrong walking up the
shaded path. His face was pale, his
step unsteady, and as his eye met mine
a look of agony that was plainly horn
of remorse and doubt and shame and
fear blanched his cheek to a chalky
"Judithlteid! my roof tree has fallen!"
said he, bitterly.
"Dr. Armstrong, I deeply pity you;
hut God knows that you deserve it all!'
I said haughtily. "But tell me all about
it. Not that I need that you should tell
me, for I intuitively know it all, but
want confirmation from your pallid lips.
You sowed the wind in your early man
hood and it is but just that you should
reap tho whirlwind as a harvest in your
"Judith Reitl! did I have cause to
look for this from you you whom
have sought to bofriend in every way,
and for whose many wrongs I gladly
woukl atone? "Who told you that my
son had enticed away my wife?"
"Nobody, sir ! I saw the whole per
formance as I lay last night in sleepless
agony upon my clay-cold bed. "Why
saw it I cannot toll. They are going
across the water by the way of the
great northern lakes. Dr. Armstrong,
nave pny, x ooseocri you, upon your
helpless, unhappy wife! You have no
idea of the magnetic power of this man
your son, whose every human trait has
been outraged by his birth, his shame,
his false position. Let them go, and
console yourself, if you can, with the re
flection that jwiice is ever found upon
the offblidor's track. Your early sin has
found you out!"
"Oh. Judith!" wailed the humbled
man. "my own housohold upbraids me,
and when I turned to you as one whom
I fondly hoped had sense enough to mete
out justice to my motives, I find that I
am deceived! My daughter sits at home
in stony-hearted dignity, my wife is
not, my poor, misguided son is not, and
you have taken your sympathy away !
My punishment is greater than I can
"God guide and pity you, my poor.
distracted lrlend!" I said, and going up
to him I stroked his hot and rugged
brow with my trembling, ice-cold hand.
Nanette, whom I had dismissed the
evening before in high dudgeon, came
slipping into the room. Indignation
got the better of my discretion. 1 turned
ashy pale and ordered her to leave the
'jit's a pretty tale I'll have to tell
about you when i leave," she said
turgpteningly. ''No wonder Mrs. Arm
strong couldn't staud all this! She told
me this morning, poor, injured lady,
thaTishe was going home tojher.mother
in the South. No wonder she got jeal-
ousl I hope she never saw half I've
geen to-day!" and the girl darted from
the house and ran nimbly over the
The Grundy's will have a sweet mor
sel to roll under their gossiping tongues
hereafter!" said the Doctor.
"I wish them joy of it!" I answered,
indignantly, yet I kuew that a social
storm was brewing, and I knew full
well that I should get the worst of It.
"A note from Mrs. Lewis, and she says
I'm to wait for an answer," said a bright
little colored boy who liad been a great
favorite with me at the Doctor's resi
dence. He looked significantly at Dr.
Armstrong and eyed me Impudently.
The note ran thus: "Mrs. John Smith,
once my friend, but now my blttor ene
my, I accuse you of bringing devasta
tion into my father's household. My
mother has become the victim of a man
whoin hut for you I know she never
would have met My father is your ab
ject slave, and even now I know that he
Is finding solace for his great dishonor
in your captivating company. I loathe,
detest, scorn you! What have you to say
I say "Go to thunder!" I wrote in pen
cil marks at the bottom of the sheet antl
handed it to the boy.
"Is that all, ma'am?"
"Yes, my child. I'll send no verbal
message. Carry this letter back to Mrs.
Lewis and present it with my compli
ments," and I waved him from my pres
ence and closed the door.
"Has my daughter written badly of
me?" asked the poor father, timidly.
"Of course not, sir! "Who ever knew
an unjust accusation to rest upon a man f
If you were a tcoman you'd get Hail Co
lumbia!" and I laughed a grating, bit
ter laugh, such as I ltave heard from
Across the lawn I saw my children
slowly walking home to lunch. I had
not until that moment thought of mak
ing preparation for their noon repast.
Excusing myself, I hurried to the kitch
en, lit the lire and made everything
cheerful and bright.
"What's old Armstrong doing here?
I want to know!" said dear, impetuous
Ben. "Mother," he continued, "that
old scalawag has got to leave this house,
or I will! You've become the common
by-word of the city scandal-mongers."
"Does my son believe his mother
"Why, bless you mother, no.' but the
people do, and they insult me every
where! We won't bear it! You may
just as well make up your mind to go
back to Oregon, for we are determined
that we shan't live here!"
My children, you have all reached
years of discretion. Your sense of honor
keen, your appreciation of justice
In the body I have never .ct him more. My heart seemed turned to stone. I
"He was arrested by tho order of an moved mechanically around tite house
accomplice in a great crime. That ac- and only longed to die.
complice, years afterwards, became my Another letter from William Snyder
husband antl your father. During all was brought mo by tne evening post,
this time I, ignorant of half the wrongs and contained the following:
I was enduring, was left to bear .13 best "Is it possible that I have worked and
I might the deep humiliation of believ- waited all these years to find that you
ing that the man whom, in my intense arc false f O, Juilitli l the one hope or
nature, I had loved to desperation, had my blighted life! are these things so?
mocked my deep affection ami made me In my licart of hearts I cannot doubt
the object of stale jokes and vulgar wit- you, but unless you give mo word or
ticisms. This feeling of humiliation token by which I may feel that you are
caused me to marry your father, and pure ana true, 1 cannot see you, but will
you well know the life I led with him. go away and finish up my life upon the
Lately I have been in correspondence earth atone."
with the man who wronged mo in my "My first emotion was a feeling of hit-
youth. Dr. Armstrong knows more ter indignation, that K obeyed would
about this matter than lie cares to tell." have prompted mo to ruin my last
I then read the letter which the reader barthly prospect by a sharp reply. But
has seen, iu which full explanation of sober second thought brought reason to
my lover's conduct was given. my aid and made mo answer, "Come.
It was curious to note the effect upon Your Judith Is as true as steel."
my fiock. Instantly they grew iu sym- Two days passed quietly away, drag
pathy with the man of whom I had so ging their monotonous lengths along,
long dreaded to tell them. Then I ex- without excitement or incident to ripple
plained to them the cause of Dr. Arm- tho surface of the summer calm. No-
strong's deep Interest in my warped and body visited me; nobody seemed to care
struggling life, sparing him, for mercy's for me. My poor sister was my fiercest
sake, the story of his son's unfortunate enemy, and her bitterness wrung from
origin. me many a sarcastic thought.
Of the elopement of the Doctor's wife I made vigorous preparation for an
they of course had heard, for such news early visit to my Pacific home.
travels rapidly. Every school, of course, The calm, summer evening was ra-
coutaiucd a Grundy, and in six hours diant and glorious. Birds trilled their
after the elopement became known its evening roundelays and katydids kept
thousand imaginary particulars were up their grand monotony. Bells chimed
trumpeted through the wards. Tite iu the distance, carriages rolled through
newspapers iu guarded language "sym- the avenues, pedestrians lingered In the
pathized with a certain eminent physl- quiet walks. Everything seemed happy
cian," etc., but for me they had no pity, but myself. Why did not my lover
I was pronounced a scheming, bold, bad come?
woman, an advocate of pernicious doc- I left the parlor, entered the latticed
trlnes, who was carrying the mlscheiv- ixrch and sat me down to wait Oh! for
ous effects of her own immoral teach- years and years my heart had learned
lugs into shameless and successful effect.
True, my name was not given, but my
Identity was so clearly implied by hint
and inuendo that every one who kuew
me could read and understand. The
morning papers were full of the shame
ful scandal, and so vulture-like were the
over and over again this trying lesson,
The deep shadows of the vines formed
a retreat of welcome darkness, and my
black robe gave little outline of my fig
ure in the silent gloom.
A kind of hazy, mellow light Illuniin-
excclleut Your mother has through
all her womanhood borne in her soul v
bitter secret. It now is meet that you
should know all. Eat yonr lunch and
then come to the parlor. Dr. Arm
strong will wait till you arc ready. In
his presence I want to unfold a page of
my past history, that you, my hope, my
joy, my pride, may understand some
thing of your mother's trials."
"Won't you eat your lunch with us,
It was blue-eyed Minnie who spoke,
and her sweet voice brought up in my
sad soul a dear, long-hidden melody.
"I have no need of food, my dears. I
leave you to enjoy your lunch, while I
go back and tell the Doctor that you arc
coming to the parlor to learn the truth."
"Dr. Armstrong," said I emphatically,
"every page of my past life must be read
up before my children. So help me God,
I will not bear false accusation in their
eyes. The world may judge my acts as
best it pleases, but at home there shall
be perfect understanding. If you had
only been strong enough to unfold all
your troubles to your wife and daughter
all might have been well with you; but
you have been a moral coward and you
must reap the bitter consequences."
"Can you face your children with the
whole, untarnished truth?"
"Of course I can ! What have i" done
that I should quail before them ?"
"Well, have your way; butyoudonot
know very much to tell.'
"We shall sec!"
"We have come," said master Ben,
"to hear our mother's story."
".Sly children, many years airo. when
I was a nervous, morbid child, living in
poverty anu toil, without appreciative
friends, without books or toys or any of
the luxuries that have become indispen
sable to you, Dr. Armstrong found me
at my father's house and, taking a kind
interest 111 me, he used his influence to
place me in school and gave mo food
and lodging in his house. He was In ev
ery honorable sense my friend and ben
efactor. "When I grew to womanhood, I
learned to love a man whose sister Dr.
Armstrong had greviously wronged."
"Judith Beid ! what arc you talking
about?" said the Doctor, and his shaggy
face bespoke an inward terror.
"Do not interrupt me, sir," I said.
"Unwisely, I listened to the voice of'
my idol, eloped with him and was mar
ried." "Mother, you married"
"Yes, children, I wis married, and
while yet the burning words of deepest
love remained unspoken on my tongue,
my husband, to raise some funds by a
foolish wager which he had made to fa
vor Dr. Armstrong's son, set me down
at my father's door and drove away, lea
people in their grediness for news that ated my retreat. I looked up eagerly,
what the paier3 gave but whetted their expecting to see the usual apparition of
carnal appetites. a beautiful face with beaming eyes and
No wonder the poor children were un- long white bcanl.
willing to go to school. Master Ben re- The face indeed was there, and so as
luctantly returned to the work-shop, but well was the tall form and actual pres-
my other darlings clung around my once of the lover of in vwoir
chair and sustained me by their sympa- "Judith!"
The morning papers had carried the 1 will not reveal our further inter-
tale of scandal to the home of my pub- change of inward thought Sueli facts
Usher, and the evening mails brought Ure sacred only as they arc kept securely
back the information that my services guarded from the public eye. Again I
as a writer were no longer needed. The say, as I said in reference to the sweet
letter contained a check for a comforta- hour of communion, when, in our youth
ble sum, "regrets," etc., etc., and and hope and inexperience, wo held
"yours." council together beneath the stars: "sa-
"What will we do next, dear moth-1 crcd forever in my heart of hearts arc the
er.'" asked winsome Winnie, as sue sweet words wnten tne true soui 01 tove
stroked and kissed my aching brow. I can coin."
"God only knows, my precious child. The silvery tinkle of Minnie's harp,
But If my children cling to me and their the decided result of the touch of Win-
pure love sustains me, I am still rich in nle's fingers upon the piano keys, Ben's
spite of all evil. Together wc will work, flute and Freddy's childish voice were
mv dears, and together we shall be sus- heard In union.
tained. Only be true to mo and all will "Won't you come to the parlor and see
vet be well." ' lew ?" 1 ald
The reader must not think that be- JL could see mat 1111am snytier paiu-
causo I talked thus hopefully I had no fully recoiled.
c.i ,,;c.-ivin Tn truth I did not "Are they the children much iikc
know what to do. Through the night their like John Smith?"
that followed I had time to think over "I trust they inherit what good was
the rash act of sending a sharp answer in him," I answered, firmly. "They are
to the accusations of my friend, Mrs. beautiful, sensible and noble boys and
Lewis. How thoughtless and wicked girls, and unless you can leant to love
aud foolish I had been! Losing sight of them as I know they will love you, the
the fact that outward appearances were cup of happiness must be dashed In
all against me, I had taken deep um- pieces at my feet My children are not
brage at her natural conclusions and re- responsible for their existence, and they
plied to them in n maimer sufficient to must never be mado to feel that their
confirm her worst suspicions.
"Ah, me!" I sighed iu bitterness,
"this temper will yet be the death of
A still, small voice whispered in my
ear the one word, "atone!" I listened
and heard, or seemed to hear, "Mrs.
Lewis will bo William Snyder's friend."
Acaiu was whispered in my ear the
short, sharp word "atone."
interests are a secondary consideration:
either with you or me."
"Bight ! Judith, as you always are !'
he answered earnestly. "I will forget
that they arc John Smith's children.
Yours only shall they be, and mine."
I left him sitting iu the alcove and
went iu to meet my fiock.
"Children," said I, trying to speak
composedly, but my volco was husky and
"So help mo God, I will atone!" I said tremulous, "arc you ready to sec the
aloud, and with this firm resolve came man who, long before you were bom, be-
pcace and resignation. canto your mother's husband ?"
A sweet, sound sieep reiresncu me, .Motheri vesm was the unanimous
and when morning came I arose with a rnnU. nni, ,,, n.n mt, brllt an(1
feeling of strength and determination for . whcre Ulc woriu'8 cold eyes could
which I had not dared to nope. ot 8C0 m or tho tongue of scandal mar
No servant could be found who was 1. liappjllcSfli wc had a grand reunion
willing to compromise tier "reputation- , , , , , sincns 'i0me. sweet
I . A- I.I.I. ..1
uy coming 10 my am ; uui, us 111 wvu- jlomen
nation as a writer was gone, 1 nau am
ple time to wait upon myself.
I dispatched Minnie with a note to
Mrs. Lewis, in which I simply said:
"Forgive my insane rashness. Yes
tcrday when I addressed you I was not
myself. My brain is cool to-day. I am
For the "cw Northwest.
All aboard for tho Fair aboard for the Fair!"
The echo swell forth, then dies on the air.
How the people rush and the little ones ciy,
And great cloud ot dust obscure the hi Uht .ky.
The coachmen call out, "There' yet room for
We first look at one, then glance at a score,
To see If they're sober, simple or wise,
To see If they're srntiTS, or men In dlgiilio ;
But we conclude, as wo glanco at the eye,
They're not of the spirits that dwell In tho sky.
And whisper aside, to a friend standing near,
"They're the spirits that govern the mundane
When once we're aboard In no time wc are
To visit the sights that make up the Fair.
First, through the pavilion we elbow our way
Which takes little less than half of the day.
Then through the Fair Ground wo loner
See all sorts of persons and all sorts of stylo
rum the time of our grandmas down to our
rom the full dres"cn tralnc" to home-spun
The youthful, tho gay, the plain and tho fair,
The rich and the poor, and thoo with gray
All on a level they rush to and fro,
AH dine together, and go to the show.
Forth through the Fair Ground the lovernnd
In rural simplicity ever arrayed,
Hand In hand they saunter along.
Feasting on sweetmeats, Ignoring tho throng.
Which, In Its confusion, IU bustle and noise,
Heard not their whWperSt nor cared for their
At their inseparable forms wo long gazed;
At their devotion were somewhat amazed;
Hut this conclusion we came to at length
They have for thcIrmotto,"Un!oii Is strength."
Of the grave orator, too, wc would soy,
That ancient fossil exhumed from decay,
Willi a pomposity more than his share.
Strove to make woman's ambition appear
To be owned by man the hlgnest of ull,
No greater delight to her could befall;
And Ifman refuse to give his whole heart
She would bo content with only a part.
Now, we rather think If the truth were divined,
Few women prefer the man to the minu,
And. as tho speaker's proportions wo scanned.
Thought 111s mind quite too small for half as
Ills corporeal greatness we all should adore.
But his smallness of soul we sadly ueptore.
We would say, "en passant," we tbiuk Madam
Opposed Miss Anthony much to her cost;
ct we arc not amazed that such ws tne case.
And never would be, at eaeh time and plaee,
Slnee that cruel frost, with pestilence rife.
Withered her soul In the springtime of life.
O, sad are the frosts of life's winter time,
But sadder are thooo which come In its prime :
Slnee things that are fair on-llme are mot
Vnd Joys long deferred wo deem tno most
I'VIr time pascd by, with Its joys and It cares,
Grave competitions, its griefs and Its snnre,
Our fireside Joys are returned onco again,
More bright that the Fair supenueu ineir
And, as we walk forth, there floats on the air
No longer the shout, "All aixjaru lorine i-air:-
Salem, Oct. 25, 1S71.
Abelard and Eeloise.
A Journal for thaJcoplc.
Devoted to tho Interests of Humanity, n
Independent in Politics and Religion."
ltve to all Live Issues, and Thoroughly
Radical In Opposing and Exposing the Wrongs
of the 5fasse. SS
Correspondents writing over assumed slgna-"
tures must make known their names to the
Editor, or no attention will bo given to thefr
To a late hour we all lingered thus,
and when at parting William Snyder
assured us that he would examine the
records and sec If the divorce had really
been granted In the by-gone years as my
mother had said, I felt that as a family
1 1 1
my husuaiMi, sen ami ciuiuren were
guiltless of complicity In or even pre- Lllitcj ami mv spirit rose In silent grat
vious Knowledge of your family desola- Umle to commuuc with the great Father
uon. jiay 1 come to you and bring me . docth ftU tllings wcn
proof? JUDITH." (To bo continued.)
To which was answered at the bottom
. . .... UW Ultl U.U-, . v, Ja
ueicsf, scorn yon: uo not come: woman cmp,oyed OIl the regular stair of
How I lived through that long and th v,v York Herald. The husband
This department of the New North
west is to be a general vehicle for ex
change of Ideas concerning any and all
matters that may be legitimately dis
cussed In our columns. Finding it practi
cally impossible to answer each corres
pondent by private letter, we adopt thts
mode of communication to save our
friends the disappointment that would
otherwiscaecnie from our inability to an
swer their queries. Wecordially invite
everybody that has a question to ask, a
suggestion to make, or a scolding to give
to contribute to the Correspondents'
Miss S. A.: Tho time is rapidly Hear
ing when the mencditorsof our country
can no longer ignore the literary pro
ductions of talented women. Aye, and
when the old fogy superstition of man's
superiority of intellect is brushed away,
many of these same editors win be
obliged to yield their positions to tho
very women whoso articles they now
contemptuously cast aside. Aud this is
the tnic reason of the determined ellort
to keep aspiring women in the back
ground. Thanks for kind words. Hope
we shall see you soon,
"Constance:" Of course wc arc glad to
receive conributions from you. Send
us an article whenever you can.
Harry M.: There are none such as you
wish in Porland.
Maggio V.: Yes. Glad to hear from
you. No time to answer privately.
Ellen T.: Buy at either W. T. Shan
ahan's orM. Gray's Music Store. Both
are good firms and show their business
sense and enterprise by advertising in
.:he New Northwest. You will find
anything in the music line at either
none nobly. We will send your pre
Of tho two Vcnuscs of Socrates. Venus
IVania and ATcnus Polyhymnia, the for
mer was the tvne of earthly, the latter
of heavenly love. A picture of heavenly
love was fcjiiaKespeare's i-ortia, or nts
Juliet, whose bounty was as boundless
:is the sea. anu wnose love was as ueen;
the more she gave to Borneo the more
she had left to give, for the sources of
her love were infinite. And such a love
as this was that of Heloisc for Abelard
Kho was born iu the year 1101, and lived
with her uncle, the Lanon X uibert or
the Notre Dame, until she was sent to a
convent for education. Wnen she re
turned at the ago of eighteen she had at
tained to the most surprising beauty.
antl acquired a cultivation of mind far
superior to that 01 tne pnesuy guests
whom she met at her father's table, and
who wore at that time the most learned
class of tho community. Sheisdeoribed
as nossessiii'r lanxe and softly-lighted
eyes, dazzling teeth, a long and fiexible
neck, perfect form, and a grace and ele
gance of carriage that delighted all who
It was about this time that tho fame
of Abelard began to claim the atteutton
of the world. He was at once a poet, a
philosopher, a theologian. Philosophy
was his study, songs his pastime. At
sixteen he had won all the laurels the
schools could confer, and such was his
reputation that even at this age he could
find no philosopher todispute with him.
Added to these surprising beauties of the
mind was the most perfect grace of per
son, which procured among women an
admiration superior even to the distinc
tion he enjoyed among men; and it is
said that people would come in masses,
and oftentimes from a long distauce, in
order to get a sight of the illustrious
Abelard. Having disputed wttn 111s
teacher and propounded to him ques
tions which it was impossible to answer.
he founded a school 01 philosophy and
theology at Hilan. Here he was abso
lutely overrun withpupils, and his name
rose higher than ever.
It was about this time, when he was
thirty-eight years of age, that he first
metlleloise. He nrouosed to instruct
her, taking up his abode in the same
house; anil to this plan the Canon Ful
bert assented, like, the doctor says, the
simple-hearted, wooden-headed, ambi
tious, vain old fool that he was. Then
came their infatuation and abandonment
to a mad passion. Abelard spent his
time in writing verses to the canon's
Even as Hercules laid down his club
and took up his distaff because of the
blandishments 01 umpiiaie, so uiu tne
young priest renounce the staff of the
colleges and lend all his intellect to the
composition of love songs. If then they
had been married all would have been
well; but the law of celibacy for the
priest was Inexorable. He was no wiser
than his nge. If he had fought the can
ons of the church with one-half the
energy that he exhibited in attacking
the professors of St Denis, the story of
Abelard antl Heloise might have been
diilcrent But they did not marrry, and
at length the scandal broke.
Abelard offered to marry her then,
and she refused, affirming that his good
was more dear toner than hcrown name
of fame. At length he compromised by
marrying her secretly, after which she
retired to a convent, and he resumed
his teachings in Champagne. Here
were experienced hismostbnlliantdays,
when it was conceded that he was the
greatest expounder of philosophy and
theology in an litirope. .ax one time ne
lectured to upwards of three thousand
pnpils, who were content to leave the
luxuries of Paris to listen to his teach
ings. Afterwards he was forced to Brit
tany, where he lived for years, letters
passing meantime between him and
11 this while Heloise lived at her
convent, passing her life in goodness,
but not forgetful of her love. She be
came lady abbess, and enjoyed high rep
utation and respect. Alter Abelard, now
;ui old man, returned to his native
country, he lived but a few years. At
his death, his Dotty was carrtett to jae
loise, who had loved him so well too
well and she received it with tears and
in silence. The burial service was read
in her presence by Peter the Venerable,
after which his ashes were consigned to
the earth. Heloise survived him twenty
years a priestess of God, a mounter at
the tomb 01 Abelard.
dreadful day I'm sure I cannot tell
The butcher was insolent when he
came with the meat, the baker attempt
ed a jocose and disgusting familiarity
and the milk-man said: "Cheer up!
of this lady was formerly connected
with the same sheet, and after his death
she made application for piece-work,
which was checrfulllv furnished her.
Her thoroughness, dispatch and unus
ual Intellectuality were made the sub-
You'm not. MmnnK- in tho citv Jccts of constant comment by those
w i. , whose business it is to iook
out for tal
as an invitation to
lint i. - ,1 wnose ousiness ins 1
that has married men a-plning after ln d tUe maltv
her! It's nobody's business but your ioUl tne stafr.
. me uoctors money's as gooa as
JUOUJ S Tl.n tnnnmn tlfc. tlio Iflfir. ftcvil Vlnr.
I was so stunned and shocked by these amounted to $332,000,000; or about $9 per
Ing me alone in the cold, icy dooryard. 1 allusions that I answered never a word. head,
B. B., Pendleton: You ltave
Our very life is a sermon. Our birth
Is the text from which we start Youth
Is the introduction to the discourse.
Durimr our manhood we lay down a few
propositions and prove them. Some of
the passages are dull, and some arc
sprightly. Then conies Inferences and
applications. At seventy years wc say:
'Fifthly antl lastly." The doxology is
sung. The benediction is pronounceu.
Itisgettingcohi. iToston inewiiiuow
pane. Audience gone. Shut up the
church. Sexton goes home with the key
on his shoulder.
The women of Iowa have shown their
discretion by resolving to keep their suf
frage association distinct from any sym
pathy or association with any organiza
tion winch socks to incorporate into me
Woman Suffrage faith the principle of
what is interpreted by the public as "free
Snow-Jiall Calces. One cup of sugar,
one of buttermilk, one of butter, one ta
blcspoonful soda, the whites of three
eggs beaten to a froth; bake in small
tins. Hural New Yorker.
One I'yff Cake. This makes a very
LUUU ltiw, ...... IlUb t um; Vn,
one cup of sugar, one and a half cups of
Hour, six tablespoonftils of melted but
ter. If you use baking powder, take a
heaping teaspoonful; if not, take one-
half tcaspoonful of soda, and one of
cream tartar. Add fla-oring.
Cure for Jluriis. A lady sends an ex
change the following recipe for the cure
ot burns irom Kerosene, etc.: TaKc sweet
milK and clear starch, ami make a poul
tice; apply as wann as possible; nave
it draw an hour or two, when it may be
removed. Then take flour and water.
spread on white paper, and plaee on the
bum. She adds: "There will never be
a scar to show afterward."
Puff Pudding. One quart sweet milk,
seven eggs; stir as still as cup cake;
serve hot with sauce.
To Prevent Bread from Drying.
Keep a wet cloth around the loaf that Is
being cut from, anil wet every timeafter
Lcmonx. Lemons will keep go1
months if sliced perfectly ff?$i
packed in glass ; jars, with .a tWcklnjor
ot white sugar uei.wct.-ii "--
Jeanettc's Huckleberry 07
eggs, ono cup sugar, one cup butter, cup
' ..-i.im-t m lk. five cups flour,
two teaspoonfuls cream tartar, one of
bona, as inuiij KurcaiujK"
Tn Pickle Onion. Peel aud boll them
in milk and water a few moments; put
cloves, spice pepper and salt Into your
vinegar, boil them in brass, turn it on
your onions, and cover them tight.
To Pickle Cabbage. Quarter them
till they arc thin enough to let the vine
gar strike through; put them down in
layers with spice, salt and vinegar;
scald your vinegar as often as Is neces
sary to make them tender.
The Tiber is to bo drained, anil Imuiul-
less treasures, are expected toberecov-
How They Pell ia Love.
.,Tliey. llna "Kwn up" together, in
the full sense of the term, and that was
the matter. They had eaten each other's
mud pies, taken the croup in each oth
er's snow forts, cried out the sums on
each other's slates, tipped over each
other's ink bottles, sopped up the ink
with their mutual handkerchiefs, "told"
of each other in about equal proportions,
antl "made up" in a common exuber
ance of sobs and sassafras. They had
Clayed its lovers behind the wood-pile,
eeu married by the prize speaker, boon,
divorced by the "first case," been re
united by the minister's daughter, antl
gone to house-keeping in tho peat
swamp, at regular intervals, as far back
as their memory extended. She had
blue eves and never understood vulgar
fractio'ns. He used to miss, so that she
might get to the head of the class.
One day she braided her hair in two
little braids behind, aud tied it with a
pink lute ribbon at three cents a yard.
When they walked home together he
touched it gently, to signify his appro
bation, and she blushed like a May
flower. It could not have been long
after that before she grew shy at singing
school, and was apt to bo going home
with Iter brother. In another year,
when he went to St. David's College, she
cried herself to sleep, forgot to crimp Iter
hair, and said nothing was the matter.
So, of course, when he came home on
his first vacation, it all happened as it
could not -very well help happening, and
I suppose it must goon happening to tne
end of all young things' dreaming, or
old ones' warning. She sat in the choir
in a blue dress with white spots, with a
pink bonnet and pink checks, and sang
in a very sweet little country voice, that
quivered and curled about the pillars ot
the sunny white meeting-house like an
incense in an open liem u.. .
you might nave uiuuBi.., ...... j--
might have not. xie, g
rather quiet, with long hair, and the
unmistakable St David's shawl, sat
below in his father's box pew and liS-
One Sunday it chances that the Rev.
Mr. Ive, the recently settled and very
popular shepherd of the "meoting-hou-c"
felt moved in the spirit to- preach
liw flwlr a sermon upon Christian
amity, and to suggest as its most fitting
musical accompaniment hymn & of
the "Sweet Singer of Israel" U"t intro
duced). Ah, you excellent mothers of
washing days on vour minds, and ye
fathers struggling to keep your faith
unuer tne uiscovery 01 vm a uu u.".,
do you never suspect in your stupid good
hearts, the tears of solid comfort rolling
into your spectacles as you sing, and
your souls aglow with all the hidden
meanings ot leiiowsnip in uie oue ma
ter whom thev who love not never know
do you never suspect the flirtations
conducted over that admirable hymn?
It may be very much too bad, but it is
very much the case. It Is quite as bad
in mo to suggest the sacrilege to your
young people. Uiess your uiuitjuum
souls, they stand in need of no sugges
tion. Ask them. I do not deny that it
is atrocious in me to spoil the hymn for
you; but that is another matter, one
then, In her blue and white uress, iw
n annliMm striifrcliilfr tlirolicll a little
ground glass gallery window upon her
ptmc bonnet, sang:
"Illest be the tie that binds
Our heart ln Christian love:
Tho fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above."
Tr'srnifiU- him that her voice was less
like incense now. and more like melted
sllvor, which wis a very good fancy, by
the way, and he would inaKo a note ot it
against some indefinite exigencies as
"Our fears, our hopes, our alms are one.
Our i-omforts and our cares,"
faltered the little silver voice; and so
tinkled into this:
Vhen we asunder part,
It given us Inward pain;
Rut we shall still be Joined In heart,"
and he, turning round with the audience,
back to the Jtev. lr. Iove, as was tne
fashion in the Bloomsbury First Church,
lifted his face to hers, and their foolish
young eyes met met and dropped, and
The Difference. Her name is
Leah Scarborough, and she lives in
Baltimore. She is colored. What gives
interest to her existence at the present
time is that she is to be hanged on Fri
day next, because she murdoretl her
iutant child when it was a few dys old.
She confesses the crime. She says : "I
hadn' no money nor nobody to gay
nothin' to, an' I foun' I couldn' keep de
chile" so she took its little breath
He lives In a handsome brick mansion
with marble trimmings. He Is a mer
chant, aud shows his attractivo face on
'Change. Ho votes the Democratic
ticket, and is horrified at the idea of
miappiTGnntion. He exclaims indig
nantly, "You'd have my daughter marry
a nigger, would you?" The child was
his. Iiio out story, -tie
ignorant servant girl, then tunieu i.
away and left her penniless, to fight the
At present she spends her time ina
dark, damn cell, wail tig o u
oxysms of grief. He sne nua
thelub; though he did remcn iberhe
one day If "abU! place, of course;
her in that . sagre l)Ut ,le
feffiytfcil?pr- to go and talk
t0xtnFrWay'rLe"h. the forsaken, will
?tn ioiti her little waif through the
fcrr ml to of the gallows. He will
nrobably be betting on the bay at a
Crrace. O, yes ! We are a pro
foundly discriminating people; and we
know how to punish crime. Chicago
Col. Downing, Chief of the Cherokee
Nation, has married Miss Ayres, an in
telligent and wealthy lady of Philadel
phia, who has for some time been en
gaged in missionary work among the
Indians of that Reservation. Col. Down
ing accompanied a delegation ot ms
neople a year ago In an important mis
lion to the Government at Washington,
making while East a favorable impn:
sion upon all by his unaffected manners
and earnestness of dlscourc.
Marv Andrcef, an accomplish! Bus-
She is a thorough B&Vgi thttw
lont. and experienced gacitir jv .
siart, German and lpffi&fila
and would be glad J" seger 1a( dressis
Mary Andrcef, an accomplisf"f(J'
mis wuio w -rrT,; future home,
tention of making It . her future