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A Journal for the People.
Devoted to the Interests of Humanity.
Independent In Polities and Religion.
MRS. X. J. DfCMWAY, Editor and Proprietor.
live to all live Issues, and Thoroughly
Radical In Opposing and Exposing the Wrongs
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rOTtTIINTD, OREGON, 3nMCIA.Y, 3IAKCH IS, 18--
Term --j-. . n.-t . .cuv,u nvnavuauic
For the New JTorthwcst.
Tt March. Wc all are marching.
Some fast and others slow;
Bat every one is marching,
For so the world must go.
Ttt Marclu All tilings are marching.
The flower, with silent tread,
Slow-moving, lirts the grave-stone
Whleh shields Its tender head.
The rtlver clOBds are marching
As o'er their airy pathway
With noiseless feet they room.
The winds are making music,
While earth' millions march along.
And nature's no more merciful
When we march right than wrong.
A mighty host of heroes
Are marehing on to war,
Armed with no bloody weapons,
For these their souls abhor.
2fo glittering sword or helmet,
Nor warrior's plumes they wear;
No foul-mouthed cannon's thunder
Contaminates the air.
God tAughtof old to mortals
That there were mighty words
Which proved to men more fateful
Than double-edged swords.
Theirs is no war with matter,
Whenee desolation springs,
But woods the wondrous weapons
That conquer baser things.
They've sounded freedom's trumpet,
With zeal their bosoms beat,
And lol the heathen nations
Have heard their tramping feet.
The harem of the Kultan,
The slave on India's strand.
Have eaughl the inspiration
That moves the conquering band.
Ench time-worn superstition,
The bigot's barbarous creeds.
Are being superceded
By faith in human deeds.
Mid dwellings of the lowly
Oppression's given birth
To souls of grandest stature
Who will redeem the earth.
Hai.su, Mureh 4, 1S72.
Written for the New Northwest.)
The Old Home.
Dear home of my youth, what fond recollec
tions Are thronging around the old homestead to
night! O, the deer hopes that sprang to life In thy
Are withered and fallen by the frost's bitter
The world is so wide, so cold and unfeeling,
And heart are so weak when drifting alone!
Few Indeed ore the hands extended to aid us
. When we leav thee behind us, blessed old
All o'er this wide world a stranger I've wan
dered, Yet never one ray on my pathway hath
Not a star has the brightness, not a sunbeam
Like that which gleamed 'round us in our
childhood's old home.
There the flowers bloomed the brightest in the
hush of the morning,
Ere the birds woke the echoes that slept in
Like a necklace of diamonds, the sparkle of
Their brightness reflected in the heart or the
But the bright chain that bound us to thee now
The dear links all broken -and scattered to
day; And the sweet buds of promise that slept In
Like a garland of flowers have withered
Though pulseless and still arc the hands that
And mute arc the lips of the loved In the
On that beautiful shore they arc waiting to
To welcome the weary worn wanderer home.
ELLEH DOWD, THEPAEMEE'S "VOTE.
(Entered, according to the Act of Congress, In
the year 1ST2, by Mrs. A. J. Dunlway, In the Of
fice of the Librarian of Congress at Washington
Lightly as Ellen had appeared to treat
the proposition or her tutor during her
grandmother's visit to her chamber, it
had in reality thoroughly alarmed her.
Her communion with Nature had been
so unbounded, her love of the unre
strained freedom of her country retreat
so deep, and her appreciation of books
and music so satisfactory, that ideas of
marriage had not entered her brain;
and to you, friendly reader, I really feel
ashamed to acknowledge that this idea
is and has been often prematurely thrust
upon the minds of children, whose fu
ture mighty work of wifehood and nia
tcrnity needs the added strength of half
a score of years to properly prepare the
soul and body for the most important
functions of earthly existence.
Through the long hours of that never-to-be-forgotten
night the poor child
tossed and moaned. A suspicion that
her tutor had in some way been con
nected with the band of gipsies who
had committed the raid upon the kitch
en, and thus spoiled her first great par
ty, stole into her senses.
"Auntie Harris told me that he had
invited the gipsies. But what he meant
"by getting them into the kitchen I can
not imagine. My wondrous wise grand
father thinks that Killingswortli would
make a grand match for Ellen Dowd,
does he? Indeed I think I'd hardly
be 'worth' 'killing' after becoming Mrs.
Killingswortli. The old ghoul told that
old glpsey to repeat that doggerel. I
know he did. How tlresomo if to
w . v a
have a throng of company! How I wish
I could have dear old Bouncer back once
more! I'd start with him to-morrow
for the country bounded by the setting
sun. O, sister Sarah, do you live, or are
you dead? "Would you not open your
dear heart to your sad darling and let
her nestle there?"
Thus the poor child soliloquized till 1
the small hours of the summer morning,
and when at last, from sheer exhaus
tion, she fell asleep, her dreams were of
rugged mountains, up whose steep as
cents she sought to climb, while her
wear' shoulders supported a burden
that weighed her to the earth.
Mrs. Brandon met her in the morning
on the stiarway landing, and, leaning
over the balustrade, besought her to
stop and talk with her.
"Are you, too, In league against me?"
asked Ellen, fiercely; "and do you want
me to stultify my honor, forfeit my love
of truth and make of myself a horriblo
sacrifice, to please my childish grand
father, and thereby bring some worldly
property into the possession of that
singing, grinning ghoul? I never couM
endure him !"
"My dear Miss D'Arcy, I beg you to
listen to me. You are in a frenzy. Calm
your nerves, I pray you."
"It is very easy for a spectator to sit
Idly by and beg a screaming child, en
veloped in flames, to calm her nerves
and bear the pain with fortitude, but
it's quite a different matter when the
flames envelope yourself."
"Don't be excited, darling; don't."
"Mrs. Brandon, if I believed that you
were really in league with that old
ghoul in trying to ensnare mo thus, I'd
pitch you headlong down this stairway.
I'm half afraid you're guilty!" and El
len clutched her fiercely by the arm.
"No, child, I am not guilty; but If
you would only listen to reason, I want
to talk to you awhile."
"Let's go down into the parlor, then.
I don't want to kill you, but the tempta
tion Is great to hurl you down these
stairs ! If you should attempt to per
suade me Into such an alliance I might!"
The two entered the parlor, whero ev
idences of the last night's party were
everywhere abundant. Faded boquets
lay scattered around; stray handker
chiefs lay upon the chairs and sofas ; a
white glove hung across the harp; and
the old gipsey's gay waist ribbon, soiled
with grease and dirt, lay on the carpet.
"Mercy!" said Ellen. "Let us not
stay here. That gipsey's presence haunts
"She gave me a message, too, if you
recollect, my dear. And her admonition
was that I should warn my lady. I now
warn you to do nothing rashly. You
are but a child. Humor your grand
fathers whims for the present. Your
old tutor will, I trust, be dead before
you are old enough to become a wife.
Don't precipitate matters by haste and
The grandparents aud the tutor met
them at the breakfast table. With tho
exception of a brighter gleam in his
oyes, the music teacher betrayed no
sign of his anticipated conquest. His
long, shining fingers as usual dextrous
ly wielded his knife and fork and rapid
ly conveyed his food through the rotten
rows of teeth that kept guard at tho en
trance to his cavernous mouth. His
hump back and remarkable nose as us
ual balanced each other, and his snow
white side locks edged and fringed his
polished, shining pate.
Ellen always sat opposite him at the
table, and this morning, deeply as she
had been disturbed by the awful fate
marked out for her, the ludicrous phase
of the subject was presented as she sat
there gazing at him furtively, and while
ready to burst into tears, she could also
with difficulty repress her merriment.
"Ellen D'Arcy, I want to see you in
the library after breakfast," said her
"Shall you want to see me alone,
"Wait and see."
Ellen left the table and, passing out
into the yard, found Auntie Harris busy
with her morning dairy work.
"Auntie, I have come to talk to you
about something that would be horrible
if it wasn't so ridiculous and laugha
"What do you mean, child?" pausing
in her efforts with the heavy churn
Wash and gazing kindly into her eyes.
'I mean that grandfather has made
up his mind to marry me to that old
ghoul that taught me music What shall
"Why, tell him you don't love him,
child. That's easily enough said."
"But grandfather knows that already.
He's haunted by an insane fear that I
will run away tonic day and marrv
somebody that will never let me live
with him any more. That's nonsense,
I am sure, for I've never thought of
marrying anybody. My sisters' expe
rience was a great lesson for me ; and I
think the old gentleman's eflbrt to hint
marriage to me at all is perfectly ab
surd, especially when I think about the
wonderful object of his choice. Don't
you believe that that grinning old ghoul
brought thoso gipsies here?"
"0, no; I guess not. But I never, in
all my days, saw anything to match
their impudence! Just think of all the
work and worry that splendid supper
cost me! I want tho men to pursue
the wretches, but I can't get them at
it," twirling her chum dash to gather
the accumulating butter in a compact
mass of golden globules. "I'm suro that
if the men that potter around this house
had done half the work that I did on
that supper,, they'd catch them thieving
wretches! There! the butter is done.
If you want fine, solid, yellow butter,
always churn it in th morning."
"I don't care a fig about your yellow
butter, Aunty Harris. I want your ad
vice about getting rid of old Killings
worth." "Better turn your attention to house
work, honey. You'll see tho time,
maybe, when you'll be glad to make
butter to earn money to buy bread."
"Sufficient for the day is the evil
thereof. I'll learn when that time
comes. I want now to know what I
must say to grandfather. He's waiting
for mo In the library; and I feel, when I
think of appearing in his presence to
talk on such a subject, just as if I were
going out to steal sheep, knowiug that
I would be caught and condemned for
"Miss D'Arcy," said the good old
housekeeper, pausing with the large
butter tray in her brawny hands, and
affectionately patting the golden pro
duce of her skillful toll with a wooden
ladle, well worn by years of usage, "if
you want to be independent you must
learn to work. Give up your elegant
dresses and hoity-toity style and learn
to be housekeeper in some such home as
this. Then you will be in a position
where nobody can become your dicta
tor." "Thank you, Aunty. I'll do it!" and
the child gleefully clapped her plump,
Despite her determination her heart
stood still for several seconds after she
had gained her grandfather's presence;
but when her would-be suitor entered
the room its sudden, heaving thuds al
most stilled her.
'I came here expecting to see you
alone, sir," said Ellen, fiercely, turning
from her revolting suitor to where Mr.
D'Arcy sat, with a strange gleam In his
eyes and angry determination stamped
upon his face. "I'll not talk with you
while in the presence of this beast,
cither!" waving her hand with an air of
unconscious majesty, as though by such
imperious motion she would drive the
suitor from her presence.
Her grandfather arose and coolly
locked the door.
"Business is business, little one," he
said. "Here is a gentleman in every
way worthy to care for and command
you. I shall not live much longer, and
before I die I shall want to know that
Ellen D'Arcy will be properly settled
for life. 3To wonian is safe in this world
unless she has some good man to rule
"The man who undertakes to rule
over Ellen Dowd will earn all the au
thority he uses! I can assure him of
that!" said the child, defiantly.
"Softly, softly, Miss D'Arcy," urged
her tutor, with a meaning smile. "Your
diminuendos and cresendo were not
well heeded in the closing strain. When
you pitch your voice in that falsetto
key it does not make the 'music of the
spheres' by any means," and he shrugged
his crooked shoulders and twitched his
"I won't take any more criticisms
from you, sir. You're a beast of burden,
or rather a beast of burdens. One upon
your shoulders, one upon your hack and
the heaviest of all upon your heart You
ghoul! you villain! you white-livered
beggar! You care nothing for me! You
want my duped old grandfather's mon
ey!" The old gentleman sprang upon her
with tho agility of a cat, and, pinioning
her arms, laughed like a maniac
"Don't you sec, old ghoul, that the
old man is crazy?" said the child, defi
antly. "Crazy or not crazy, he'll bring you
speedily to terms, my dear," was the
reply of the suitor, but, despite his sin
ister expression, there lurked a gleam of
pity In his face, which, but for the fierce
spirit of determination manifested by the
grandfather, might have awakened him
into a renunciation of his own selfish
interests. "Don't be stern with her,
old man. Gentlo treatment will bring
her round all right. You'll ruin every
thing by this spirit of coercion."
"Admit me, please," begged Mrs,
D'Arcy at the door.
"Stay away, woman!" shouted her
husband. "Women are always inter
fering with business that doesn't concern
"Grandmother, come," pleaded Ellen,
"Call Harris. Call anybody. Murder!
"Unlock the door, old man, or give
me the key," said the hunchback,
"Don't you sec that this won't do?"
The old gentleman reluctantly relin
qulshcd the key and relaxed his fierce
hold upon Ellen.
"Urandmother, will vou not protect
me;"' Mic urged.
"Don't be frightened, dearie," was
the timid response. "You shall not bo
hurt. I came hero to effect a compro
mise. Of course, father, you don't ex
pect Ellen to marry for several years to
come. You only want to set your mind
at rest by feeling that It is settled as to
whom she shall marry, so that you may
have no further anxiety on that score
isn't that it?"
"Well, then, I can manage the matter
easily enough," giving Ellen a meaning
look. "Darling, -will you promise to
marry Mr. Killingsworth in four years
from this day, provided he and your
grandfather remain determined to
consummate the union un la that
"I will, upon one condition."
"same it!" exclaimed the hunch
back, holding his breath in Intense ex
citement. "That from this time henceforth, un
til the four years are past, you will
never let me see or hear of you. I'll
hang myself before I'll submit to the
compact on any other terms."
"That's it, exactly!" said the old gen
tleman, rubbing his hands. "Let a
woman alone for managing a difficult
case. No man could have engineered us
half so deftly through this sea of diffi
culties." "You said awhile ago, sir, that all
women were meddlers," interrupted El
len, with a bitter smile.
"S'hushf Don't anger him, dear,"
said the grandmother, under her breath.
Then, aloud, "You see, father, during
the coming four years our child will be
all our own. Of course she won't have
other suitors when it's known that she's
engaged. Her freedom will be dear to
all of us."
"You must go now, or I will break
my troth, old ghoul !" exclaimed Ellen.
' 'Was ever woman In this manner wooed ?
Was ever woman In this manner won!'"
said the accepted suitor. "Must I go,"
continued lie, "without one farewell
kiss, one sweet, private interview, one
short season of billing and cooing with
my future wife?"
"Dare to touch me, sir, and by the
Fates and Furies, I will kill you ! Yes
terday I was a child, to-day I am a
woman 1 And remember, all of you,
that if that old ghoul shall dare to speak
to me just once before the four years of
my remaining freedom are over, my
plighted troth will be broken forever.
You have fair warning now, sir. Go,
and do not waste my precious time"
Mrs. Brandon ami Aunty Hurris stood
outside, listening at the key-hole.
"Braudon, a word in your car," said
the hunchback, as he emerged from the
library, and, leaving Mrs. Harris at the
door, they retreated together to the far
ther end of the hall, where for souio time
they were earnestly engaged in whis
"I don't like such work as this at all,"
soliloquizid the faithful housekeeper.
'It looks to me like plots and counter
Preparations for the departure of El
len's affianced husband were speedily
completed, and the hired man drove
him over to the village, where he was
to take the steamer for New York. Mrs.
Brandon remained a day or two, and
during her stay was Ellen's hourly com
panion. She constantly sought, by del
icate hints aud gentle allusions to her
coming responsibilities as the mistress
of the D'Arcy mansion, to imbue her
with a love of wealth, power and posi
tion. But her admonitlous were lost.
Ellen scorned to reply to any of her sug
gestions. "Thank God, I'll get a free breath
now!" she exclaimed to her grand
mother, as she watched tho carriage
roll away at last with her governess,
whom she had learned to both love and
"Grandfather, I want you to buy me
a large NewFoundland dog aud a rifle."
"Are you crazy, child?"
"I guess so."
"What do you want with a dog and
"I want to protect myself."
"What nonsense !"
Td humor her, father," pleaded the
So the purchases were made, and ev
ery day for weeKs mo cnuu-woman
roamed for hours through the enclosures
of her prospective estate, gaining such
control over her canine companion as to
make her feel almost as though good
Bouncer was once more her guide.
(To be continued.)
This dcirtment 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 this
mode of communication to save our
friends the disappointment that would
otherwise accmefrom ourinablllty toan
swer their oiierics. We cordially invite
even-body that has a question to ask,
suggestion to make, or a scolding to give
to contribute to tne uorresponiients'
MaryE.: No. Never niarry for sup-
nnrt. Bee or steal nrsi. une curse 01
the marriage system to-day is mat so
many women, situated like yourself, are
almost compelled to marry for support
in consequence of the unjust man-made
laws of our chivalrous protectors (?),
Learn some trade or profession, or en
gage in some suitable business occupa
tion. Become tnaepenacnt.
G. T.: MS. prepared for the press
should be as correct as the author can
possibly make it before it is forwarded
for publication. Many articles of real
merit go into the "waste basket" be
cause of the trouble it would take to fix
them up. "A hint to the wise Is suffi
. m. imrtit.. ii.ii .
a. Lt-- vt muiiieiwr- is uic way we
spell the name of our beautiful river.
Not knowing anything of the merits of
tho controversy, we give preference to
the more euphonious pronunciation.
M. W. : Rejected MS. will not be re
turned unless postage is enclosed for
Katie ce nmt Willie Orcy.
BV MAROAUET VEIINE.
Two brown hands with tgsslng curl,
Red Hps pouting over pearls,
Bare Icet white and red with dew.
Two eyes black and two eyes blue
Little boy and little girl were they
Katie Lee and Willie Circy.
They were standing whore a brook.
Bending like nshpeherd's crook,
Flashed Its silver, and thick ranks
Orgrcen willow lined its banks.
Half In sportond halt In play
Katie Lee and Willie Grey.
They had cheeks like berries red;
He was taller 'most a head;
8he, with nrms llko wreaths orsnnw,
Swung a basket to and fro.
As she loitered, halfin play,
Chattering to Willie Grey.
"Pretty Katie," Willie said.
And then came n blush of red
Through the brownness to his cheek
"Boys are strong and girls are wenk.
And I will carry, so I will,
Katie's basket up the hill."
Katie answered with a laugh,
"You shall carry only hall;"
And then, pushing back Iter curls,
"Boys nre weak as well as girls."
Do you think that Katie guessed
Half the wisdom site expressed;
Men are only boys grown tall
Heart don't change much, after nil.
And when, long years from that day,
Kntio Lee and Willie Circy
Ktood again beside tilt Inook,
Bending like a shepherd's crook.
Is It strange that Wililo said
While again a dash of red
Crossed the brownness of his cheek
"I am strong and you are weak;
Life is but a slippery steep .
Hung with shadows cold and deep;
Will you trust me, Kntlc dear.
Walk beside me without fear;
May I carry, If I will,
All your burdens up the hill?"
And she answered, with a laugh,
"No, but you may carry hall!"
Close beside the little brook.
Bending like a shepherd's crook,
Washing, with Its silver hands.
All day long the pearly sands.
Is a cottage where to-day
Katie lives with Willie Grey.
West Side ofWilIamete.
At llvo A. sr., in a fog so thick it was
oppressive, wo took stage at Portland.
rur sieepy inisscugers, mm passengers
who must have their morning nip of
bitters, we were delayed until the town
clock tolled six; then the mail was to
be packed away, Wells, Fargo's box
takcti up. Finally, at a crack of the
whip and the cry of "Xow we're oil,"
the horses 6prung to the work.
Three miles out, at the month of the
looked inviting as a summer boarding
pluce. At the foot of the mountain, in
the shadow of pine, and fir, and rustling
maples, wild berries and roses, rippling
waters, singing birds, witlt the liberty
of the shady forest for musing or medi
tation, must make it a very attractive
place by-and-by. The carton road seemed
to us very Ions and crooked, but it had
charms. Finally, the mountain-ton
was gained, aud we came into clear.
crisp, frost and ice. The fir trees were
tasseied and sparkling with diamonds;
from sunny nooks, in sheltered places,
the meadow lark and robin piped their
sweetest notes; smoke, from cabin
chimneys, curled gracefully away over
me iree-iops; we neam tue sound or
coffee mills, nud once caught the odor
of the fragrant beverage; women were
out milking, and children feeding chick
ens; frowsy, half-dressed men were laz
ily hacking wood from resinous fir logs;
others, a little carlicr.'werc lazily swing
ing rue axe on tlie edge or tue clearing,
or slowly repairing fences; there, a
woman turning cows out to browse a
mail leading a horse to water.
Wo passed cleared patches, green with
wheat; youuir orchards, anionir tree-
stumps and fenced with brush. A pas
senger pointed out a clearing and snug
log House, by a purling little spring,
where, ten years ago, he first cut a tree
on Government laud, bought for $1.25
au acre. He had sold for $10 au acre,
and, again, it had just changed hands at
Looking back, tho valley below Port-
laud, aud the beautiful river, were ob
scured by a
SE.V of roo.
It rolled and shifted, descended aud as
cended, in a thousand fantastic shapes;
never revealing, always concealing, the
sea of busy life beneath. It was fleecy
wliitc sea mam, tempest-tossed, with
the sunshine glinting through it, was
not whiter or more beautiful continu
ally reaching up, and stretching out its
long arms, Hugging the rorest, chasing
the sunshine, swallowing out of sight
tue rugged landscape. On it came, with
streamers and banners flying, silently,
a great host in full chose; no tap of drum
or voice of trumpet to break the spell;
closer it gains upon us, we shall surely
be overtaken by the fog. Tho driver put
whip to horses. Hurrah! A chase for
sunshine! On and on, until we were
spattered with mud and the horses
fleeced with foam; but the grand armies
from cloudland had marshled all their
forces, and, borne on the breath of
"Hood" and "Jefferson," were surely
pining on us; the frost-work vanished
in trees and shrub and fir-tassel. Ti-
tania, and all her iewcled hosts, sadlv
departed. The fairy cavaliers, with
nodding plumes, and silver lances, and
spears, disappeared from the roadsides
and fence-comers. Oh, for wings, to
fly away from the fog, to the land of
oranges and pomegranates! Soul and
body, we loved and longed for the suu
shine. In vain our prayers, in vain all
our love. The silent, vet swift-footed.
connuerincr hosts iiosspif far in ilm rllit
uim ii-ibui us; uuscureu me sun, closed
minis, wneeieu, turned uacfc, covered
me trees, occupied all the fields, and
forests, and meadows, filled tho mnoh
and clung to our Garments.
we nearu the lowing of cattle and
could not sec them; the voices of human
beings about the near cabins, and could
only guess their distance. It was deso
late, uncertain, and misty to eye and
car as if the ocean had suddenly swal-
up the land and and all Its beauts. We
heard the swoop of wings in the view
less air around us, and, closing our eyes,
could easily imntrino the sound of near-
flowing waters coming from the ripples
around tlie prow or a boat, fsuuueiny.
as if content with the victory and touched
by remorse, it began to dissolve In tears
of rain. , .
Wo were not at sea. but on the land,
lmn 1,ltlwl fn tlin IwitlCS. COid, llUn-
nrx. V1, lintv lll mill Pelted US! At
first quietly, then In gusts. It beat In
... v,,w. ft eHtirmi our wrans: it drip-
ped down our necks; it wet our feet; It
altmraiM nil 1 tnrrcuts.
Thanks to tlie rain gods, they subdued
the fog. Mrs. varric r. i oung.
Scene in a Pawnbroker's Shop,
The following scene m a New York
pawnbroker's snop Is described by an
"I had scarcely made my business
known at the first of 'my uncle's' estab
lishments (No. street) to which I
had been directed, when a middie-aged
man entered with a bundle, on which
he asked a small advance, and which,
on beintr opened, was found to contain a
shawl and two or three other articles of
female apparel. The man was stout and
sturdy, and, as I judged from his ap
pearance, a mechanic, but tlie mark of
me destroyer was on ins bloated counte
nance. The pawnbroker was examining
the offered pledge when a woman, with
pale face and attenuated form, came
hastily into tlie shop, and with the sim
ple exclamation, 'O Itobert!' darted
rather than ran to that part or the coun
ter where the man was standing. Her
miserable husband, not satisfied with
wasting his own earnings and leaving
her to starve with her children, had
plundered even her scantv wardrobe,
and tlie pittance received" was to bo
squandered at the rum-shop. A blush
of shame arose even upon his degraded
face, but it quickly passed away; the
brutal appetite prevailed, 'do hnm'
was his harsh exclamation; 'what brings j
you uere, running auer mo Willi your
everlasting scolding? Go home aud
mind your own business.' 'Oh Itobert,
dear Jtobert,' answered the unhappy
wlfe, 'don't pawn my shawl. Our chil
dren aro crying for bread, and I have
none to give them ; or let me have tlie
monej. Give me tlie money. Itobert.
and don't leave us to perish!' I watched
me nice oi me pawn-broker.
shillings on these things,' he said, toss-,
...b IIV U4UUIU.U, ",'"V1' i-moii, assaueu mis innovation witu nt-
look of Perfect inillflerenco. 'Only , tacks at once discreditable and unwor
twelve shillings!' murmured the heart- thy, with a persistency of purpose that
broken wife, in a tone of despair; 'O i threatened to overthrow tho enterprise
, ' v iimum ij mi menu aim prevent us adoption by any oilier
shillings. Let me try somewhere else?' party or firm. At the present dayr in
'.Nonsense,' answered the brute, 'it's as San Kram-isc-o. w ftmi n. nniii illus
mucn as mey are worm, 1 suppose.
acre, -ur. , give us mo cnangc.' Tlie '
money was placed before him, and thc
crcature reached forth her hands toward
the money, but tho movement was an-'
licipated by lier husband. "there,
Mary,' giving her half a dollar, 'there.
go home now, aud don't make a fuss.
I'm going a little way up thc street, and
perhaps I'll bring you something from
market when I come home.' The hope
less look of the iKJor woman sis bhe
meekly turned to tlin door tnld nlninlv
enough how little she trusted tlie prom
ise. They went on their way she to her
children and he to the nest 'corner gro
"Women at the "Washington Convention.
Mrs. Mary Cleuimcr Ames, writincr
from Washington to the Independent
of some of the women who were conspic
uous at thc recent Convention there,
says of Lucy Stone:
I notice mat all men, no matter what
their opinions, meet herasan antagonist
witlt smiling equanimity. A woman
with the most motherly of faces, who
demands her rights in a tone sweet as
11 silver flute, lias wonderfully thc ad
vantage over the gruffest male tyrant In
creation." Julia Ward Howe is "a
woman of ideals; all her life she has
striven to draw tlie ugly facts of every
day into the halo surrounding her own
mount of vision. She is a scholar, a
metanhvsican and a met; she is in no
sense a popular speaker, and never can
be. lier tuouguts are too involved, ner
words too rapt. Her sentences, golden
anows, diamond-tipped, glance above
men's heads and are lost among the
stars. Like Emerson, bhe may speak to
many; but only a few hear her and
fewer still understand. They who do
meet her soul to soul, know her, and re
ceive her priestess and wonian." "Ce
liti Burleigh is a stately lily of a wonian,
pure and tender. Time can never oblit
erate the beauty of her face, aud there
is a pathetic vibration in her voice, a
thrill In her speech, which stirs one's
heart. She is set! apart and consecrated
by love and sorrow, and tho spirit of
uod's Annointcd, ror nerworK." Tiicre
was "Elizabeth Churchill, of Rhode Is
land, on whoso sensitive and delicate
face still lingers the shadow of griefs
gone by." And there was "Mary Liv
ermore in repose, looking like a grand
bronzen statue, every line full of power
and majesty. When she rose, what vi
tality, what .magnetic currents rushed
from her deep heart and brain into her
speech, from her speech into tlie nerves
and hearts of those who listened, of
whatsoever name or creed, till commu
nication aud sympathy became perfect,
and she felt aud held the vast audiences
like a single pulse. In thismoment she
was a pure electrical, mental and emo
tional force, and as sucli should be
judged. The audience, which was at
least two-thirds men, wept, laugliedand
listened as she willed. Without his in
finite sweetness and subtlety of speech.
she has all of Henry Ward Beecher's
humor, dramatic fervor and irrcstibie
eloquence. No women and very few
men ever carried a vast audience before
them in Washington as did Mrs. Liver
more. Such a woman in any commu
nity, or committed to any cause, is a
power Willi it and in it which no words
"They Who Vote Must Fight."
So says thc shallow-pated Chronicle.
They must fight, must they 1 Then it
loiiows that none should vote wno can
not light. That would "let out" all old
men and cripples. But what would you
do with thc women who can fight . Ihc
history of the Paris Commune, ami i
ract ol tne wonu, snows
light. We have no doubt that if women
were trained to the use of arms thei
would make as good soldiers as men.
But we do not believe that cither the ma ji
or woman of the future will have to do
"...I,, ni.fi.,,, -With the wisdom and
tow cteSienta united in the guidance of
national aliairs, wiero "-"
wavs dcviseu iui V .
difficulties titan the shedding of human
blood, aud the reckless destruction of
property. It would seem that tlie
wretched botch that man lias made of
cRil government would convince the
most skeptical anti-suffragist that al
most any change would be for the better.
&an Jose Mercury,
If you take a trreat deal of nains
serve the world and to benefit your fel- sul, in her honor. Shesangseyeralselec
low creatures, and if, after all, the world I tions with much sweetness ami clearness,
scarcely thauks you for the trouble you i but showing that time has dealt .harshly
have taken, do not bo angry and make i with her magnificent voice, araclame
a loud talking about the world's ingrati-' Goldschmidt lias a .laughter, aged rotir
tude.forthenit will seem that you cared teen, who promises, it is said, to surpass
more about the blessings which you pro-1 her mother in quantity ami quaiitj oi
fessed to bestow. 1 voice.
nv JOAQUIN" MILLER.
IThe following gem uThe best thing we have
i7m 6 n ot "Joaquin" Sillier, and
lhn tamnnt0r ,a"n moon-
TS?nin from out thc khadowed wood
The antlcred deer came stalkin-dovcn
In half a shot of where I stood; "
Then stopped and stamped lmpatlentlr
Then shook his head and nntlere high.
And then his keen horns backward threw
I io!i hli shoulders broad and brown.
And thrust his muzzle In tho air.
Snuffed proudly, then a blast lie blew.
As If to say the coast Is clear.
And then from out the sable wood
Ills mate.and two sweet dapple fawns
Stole rnrth, and by the monarch Mood
Jshe timid, while the little ones
Did start like aspens In a gale.
Then he, as if to reassure
The trembling and demure.
Again his antlers backward threw,
Again a blast defiant blew,
Then led them proudly down the vale.
And If the husband or thc wife
In'home's strong light discovers
Such slight defaults as fulled to meet
The blinded eyes of lovers,
Why need we care to ask ? Who dreams
ilhout their thorns of roses,
Or wonders that thc truest steel
The readiest spark discloses;
For still In mutual snfTrance lies
The Mi-ret of true living:
Ixivc scarce Is love that never knows
Tlie sweetness of forgiving.
Type-Setting by Ladies in California.
The first employment of female type
setters in California is credited to the
ofliee of tlie Pacific Monthly, published
In Hall FraneiSfo. spi-pml I'nfirs nwi- liv
T.ialo T mtoy Tli .,miV.. :,.
company with the voice of the Printer's
tration of tlie fact that the effort was
fruitless. Ladies are employed to-day
fruitless. Ladles are employed to-day
on many of tho newspapers of this city:
it of thc Time, the J-Jmnaclist. the
Christian' Advocate, thc Fanner, aud
probably others we do not know of,
ive employment to female compositors.
The firm of H. S. Crocker & Co. and the
Co-operative also employ women. In
the interior we know of several offices
whore ladies are at work at thc case ; of
these we mention the S'an Jose Mercury,
tlie A'awa licyUlcr, tho Alpine Chroni
cle and Marin Journal. So far as we
know, female labor in this branch of
business is just as satisfactory to the
employer as that of men, and we know
no reasonable excuse to be given why a
female compositor is not entitled to the
regular rates of composition when she
performs her work as well. The Napa
JicgiMer makes mention of a lady In
their office as follows: "The Register
has in its office a young lady composi
tor, 1G years of age, who has been at the
case only about six weeks, and now sets
one and a half columns of brevier ner
day, from either re-printed or manu
script copy, besides assisting largely in
household duties, making up her piano
Eractiee, etc. If any brainless spooney
leata about the superiority of ids sex.
give him this fact as an antidote to his
In tho Farmer office of this city there
is a little girl about nine years old at tho
case, who sets a galley a day from re
print copy; for a year she has set up
"her galley" regularly.
There is uow in this city a Boston
lady, a superior and rapid compositor,
who is out of business. It is to be re
gretted that there are not more oppor
tunities in San Francisco for female la
bor in printing offices. The presence of
a lady in any- brauch of trade can have
no other than a good and beneficial ef
fect, and it seems only justice to botli
sexes that she should be so employed as
well as men. Pacific Journal of Health.
Chocolate Cake. One cun sutrar.
one-half cup butter, one-half cup milk,
two eggs, one teaspoonful soda and two
cups flour; grate one-half a cake choc
olate and mix onc-nait cup mine and
the yolk of one egg, sweeten to taste,
and add one teaspoonful vanilla; boil
till soft, and then mix together; bake
three-quarters of an hour. This will
make one very large cake. Or bake tho
first mixture in slieets, ami after baking
the chocolate spread It between, and it
will make a delicious chocolate jelly
Smoky Lamps. Coal oil lamns that
are subject to smoking may be improved
by putting from two to three tablespoons
oi coarse salt in them. It will make the
lights more brilliant und clear, aud keep
the wick clean, besides tlie prevention
To Cleanse the Lvside of Jahs.
Fill them with hot water aud stir in a
spoonful or more of pcarlash; empty
them in an hour, and if not perfectly
clean, fill again and let them stand a few
hours. For large vessels lye may be
Rnmoxs Renewed. Wash in cool
soap suds and iron while damp. Cover
tlie ribbon with a clean cloth and pass
an iron over it. If you wish to stiffen
the ribbon, dip it whilcdrymginto gum
To Remove Gkease from Floors.
Apply a paste of wood ashes; keep it on
several days and then wash olK
Tilton, with all his idiosyncracies,
cannot be accused of having the least
particle of sympathy for that tyrrany of
public opinion which is intolerant and
dogmatic, whether in religion or politics,
orliterature, orart. A man has notonlv
the riuht to chancre his vlmra tn nil ir1ll
admit) but to change them without pen-
ui launis, mugs anu inuenuoes. in
religion, Tilton says a man should be
subject to no bondage which he cannot
shake off in each day's sunshine, and
obedient to no other authority in the
church save only its Divine Head. If lie
chooses to leave the church, he has the
right to do it, and tho only missile that
any one should care to fling at him, is a
"God bless you!"
Jenny Goldschmidt, with her family,
flmeiumiinniiin .-jnr nr nt Florence. All
I entertainment was recently given at tlie
inMinnconf rsmimm. the American con