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Mia. A. J. LIMU'AT, Editor and Proprietor OrriCK-Cor. Third mill Wa-.liluCtou St. TERMS, IN ADVANCE: One rear- -$3 00 1 751 1 00 Six months Three months... ADVERTISEMENTS Inserted on Reasonable I .lerroK. ELLEN DOWD, THE PABMEE'S WIFE. Entered, according to the ActofConrress.ln the year 1S72, by Mr. A. J. Dunlway, In the 0- nee or the Librarian or congress at Washington Ctty-1 rnAPTEit xiv. Ellen, assisted by Aunty Harris, had slyly secured aud packed away such ar 6 wu uuumnl in her superior experience considered necessary for her comfort. These things were tied up In a linen pillow case, for which a cover of dark calico was made, ,vPr of dark ,i0 anu ner unique traveling trunk was ready. "I feel dreadfully miserable, dearie," t .i i,- , ...... isam tue goou woman. "When your moiiicr ran away tho birds wereslnrfn, In the lilacs, and the springing grass was green and beautiful. The warm sunshine lit up everything with a sort of hazy brightness, and the white clouds lay back in great rolls, showing deep dark patches of clear bluo sky. She loved your father, dearie that was lior sunshine but you don't love your Pe- tcrDowd. It's no wonder the sky's liko lead. The weather is so cold aud bitter I'm afraid you'll freeze," aud she wanned her wrinkled hands over the "Is this the way you keep your con crackling log fire and moaned aloud in tracts, Ellen Dowd?" and he leaned for mer solicitude. "i love ner well enough to win her af- fections in time, Aunty. You don't de- spise me now, do you, darling?" and the man, wait tears In Ills voice, gazed with dry eyes into the half averted face of the troubled maiden. "Peter Dowd. T'll Inm tt t i-iease say no more about it now. I am going to marry you because I must You made the offer and accepted the conditions'. I will fulfill my part of our contract to the letter. Look to it that you live up to yours." x cier jjowu urougnt up uis norse to the kitchen door, and mounting, seated -r-iieu ueuiuu mm, anu in the darkness ui tue eany morning uie twain set out upon their journey through the snow- . 1 JM A . II ... - I units to me ooruer or a neighboring btate, where the local laws would not prevent a legal marriage. Aunty Harris, at parting with her dear young friend, had presented her with a package, accompanied by the in- junction that she was not to open it for a rortnfght. Tins package contained a ti e ift .... i ruuoi uiiis, anu was securely Hidden in Her bosom. Peter Dowd's worldly possessions con- sistea or a good, substantial suit of clothes, the sorrel horse they rode, and twenty dollars. Many young couples have started out In life with pecuniary prospects far less nattering, who have made life's voyage successful. Let us with hope and solic- ltude pursue them in their flight, look- ing, as they do, to the brighter side of life's vicissitudes. "Come, Sorrel, hurry up, or we shan't make the border by daylight," said Pe ter, encouraging his horse. "What will you do if they discover us?" queried Ellen, anxiously. "I'd like to see them help themselves," was the exultant reply. "They may not see anybody from the village for a week." "But Aunty will send Grundy to the neighbors' with a letter." Peter Dowd bit his lips and said noth ing. He had slyly given the poor dog a bait which had sent him into death ago nies, before the quaint gables and many paned windows of the old mansion had faded from their sight. The traveling was excessively tedious and difficult. The frost-laden air was so piereing that to breathe it almost froze tnelr vitals. Ellen, with her head enveloped in a quilted hood, lined with fur, a pair of uome-Knii mittens, the gift of the good uouseueeper, protectlnc her shacelv hands, with overshoes of sheenskln on her feet, and a large, heavy, fur-lined cloak enveloping her slight form, yet smvereu in tne biting air. Peter Dowd sat in the saddle, moody and silont. Evidently ho was very anx ious to reach the border, for he soon be gan to urge his steed forward through the drifts with pitiless haste; and the poor beast, that for two months had been unaccustomed to fatigue of any kind, became enveloped in frozen foam. He turn bled and fell to his knees, and Ellen became so sorry for him that she declared her intention to walk, and thus relieve lain of his burden. But her pro tector would not consent to her proposi tion; neither would he walk himself. "Peter Dowd," said Ellen, sternly, "you're cruel as the grave. Remember, this horse is the only piece of property you possess. Y'ou will kill him before we reach our destination. Besides, It's wicked to overwork him so." "That's my lookout, my dear. But yonder Is the spire or the village church. Day is breaking now, and we are almost there." Upon nearing the village the road be came more passable, and just as the morning sun, in a lurid garb of molten atmosphere, gazed forth upon the lurid landscape, the young couple halted in front of the tavern, next door to the in telligence office, where, a few short months before, Ellen Dowd had met her fate. The drowsy landlord was aroused with difficulty. Evidently he was not accus tomed to early rising. Ellen was ushered into a square apart ment designated as "the parlor," where the air seemed even more intensely cold than the frost-laden breeze outside. TOLTDIE 1. "For the love of mercy, Peter, let us have a fire!" she exclaimed, shivering In every nerve. "My very marrow is be coming frozen." Soon the large sheet Iron stove -was aglow with a ruddy heat, and Ellen crouched behind it on the dingy carpet, warming ner benumbed feet and lingers, , ., . M.ppfca tlnn-i1 win, i ,". . , , '"""i1 Ta$ f "d , ,,e5 fro,zfn . . . -bu uursc m cnar OI a Broora. a entering, sat down opposite the timid, shrinking form of the child-woman, whom It seemed that the very fates and furies had en trusted to his keeping; and sitting there, cioua ot momentary humiliation passed over his face, as though he felt that he was taking advantago of that young creature's helplessness in thus claiming her as his own. "0, Peter Dowd, my father's cousin," 8:11(1 :L1Ien pleadingly, "I entreat you t0 E back to my grandfather. You have Uone a ereat and manly and noble deed In thus rescuing me from a fate I loaineu ana dreaded, and now I beg that you wlu 6 and leave me." ward and gazed long and earnestly into her eyes. "I have sent for a macis Irate, and we are to be married at nine o'clock. Are you willing to revoke your vow, stultify yourself and make a vll- Inge laughing-stock of the man whom you have promised to love, honor and nliv" "God help me," said the frichtcned child. "I know not what to do." "I know very well what you will do, niy charming little one," was tho mean i"gly smiling answer, as Peter T)ow.l drew near to her and began chafing her "an irozen nanus. "You'll bo my own sweet little wife, and we'll work toeethcr au through life as an honest, lovinir couple ought to do." "Hut I do not love you, Peter Dowd a-ta . . U'lease let us postpone this marriage. I can teach music, cook, do chatnberwork, wash, make butter, or do anything else mat oilers, lou can find a situation somewhere, and we can get married in a few years. Let's not be too hasty Remember that If we once get married there Is no undoing our error then." t tmi. i . . ... "mar, my uear, is the. very reason why I Insist upon the marriage now. I I know very well that if it is postponed old lvIIIIngsworth will get you, and then, of course, we'll never marry at all." "That grinning old ghoul ugh! that settles it! I'm ready for the sacrifice. I'll become your wife this minute, Peter Dowd." "Oh, you needn't be in a hurry, dar Hng," leaning forward and giving her a fervent kiss. "We are not to be married till nine o'clock." "Then, Peter Dowd, I have one request to mako of you. For two hours longer I am to have the privilege of belonging to myself. I want to be left alone dur ing that time. "Will you leave me till the magistrate conies?" "But I have ordered breakfast, Ellen. We shall want food, you know." "Peter Dowd, I declare to you that food will choke me. Think you that I will waste the last precious hours of my maidenly freedom by eating breakfast? Leave me this instant, and do not come into my presence again before the clock strikes the fatal hour of nine. If you do I will not marry you." The groom elect reluctantly obeyed. Once alone in the apartment, Ellen Dowd began pacing hurriedly up and down the floor, with her hands tightly clasped over her burning face. Thoughts of her sisters; of her parents whom she had never seen; of her well remembered cabin home; of her aged grandparents in their cricf and comlnc poverty; of good Mrs. Harris ; then of her months and years of study; of Mrs. Brandon and thegipseys; and again of the dwarfed, deformed old man, who had lain such deep schemes to possess her and the D'Arcy estate, chased each other through her dizzy brain. "There is some strange and awful fate hanging over me," she said. "I'm sure of that. Why are women so helpless? wuo would think of compelllm: a boy to marry against his will at seventeen? Who would think of compelling a man to marry, myhowf But women, upon whom must alwnys fall tho heaviest burdens of the married state, are left with no freedom of will no chance to control their own destiny. Oh, If I only were a man! O, 6lster Sarah! O, my mother dear! O, destiny! O, fate! whither am I whirling?" she said aloud Then, dropping on her knees, she raised her hands to Heaven, and an invocation for light, for wisdom, strength, submis sion, endurance, floated up in low, meas ured cadences from her throat aud Hps, and reached the ear of the great Infin ite. "I will not insult Thee, Almighty Father, by asking Thee for happiness. I only pray for strength sunicient ror mv day." Arising from her knees, the poor child reclined in a large easy chair, and with her eyes closed, sat motionless for a full hour, thinking, thinking, thinking. Again the wierd old glpsey, whose mysterious visit at her first and only party had so seriously disturbed her, teemed to stand before her, and she heard, or seemed to hear, the same sep- uicnrai voice repeat the words: The mothers mantle falls upon the child; 1' OKTLA1VD The mother was, the daughter win be soon be en) led. Woe, woe the day, when from thy distant home Thy loved ones urged thee to Uiese halls to come. She arose and hurriedly paced up and down the room. "Am I going crazy?!' she whispered, "Yes, I am crazy, for I now recall every burning word that old crone uttered. The time has indeed come when I 'Ijnj for the henrso and the shroud and the bier.' But It's to lato to retrace my footsteps. I was impelled to this course against my own inclination, and now I must 'Become the glad bride or tho gentleman true, Who would fain kneel before me his suit to pursue.' His 'glad bride' Indeed! His 'tad bride' the old glpsey had much better said. But, hark! The clock strikes nine. Farewell freedom! Farewell individual ity! Farewell hope !" Patient reader, do not become disgust ed with this straightforward story. Thousands are the women who marry from sheer force of circumstances, whose inward thoughts of repulsion are nono the less real, expressive and hitter be cause skillfully concealed. Never will womanhood become disenthralled from this yoke of matrimonial oppression un til every conventional yoke is broken winch binds her as a slave to clrcum stances, and she, like man, endowed with power to shape and control her own opportunities, accepts matrimony as a choice instead of a necessity. That very many women do become mated from choice does not prove that womau's present status is correct. It only proves tuat they are often comparatively happy In spite of proscribed opportunities. while tho many sad, disappointed, mis- mated aud misanthropic ones bear daily testimony to the fact that women need the greatest largess of personal liberty to enable them to choose for themselves such lots as seem to suit them. Tho civil magistrate, who entered witii the groom and landlord to perform tho marriage ceremony, proved to be the proprietor of the intelligence office, whom Ellen painfully remembered, as he entered the room with the inevitable pen behind his ear. "Bless my eyes, but this is a pleas ure!" he exclaimed, nibblnir those "blessed" members till they resembled inflamed feline optics, that had been treated to a dose of diluted vitriol. "I didn't expect such a denoument as this when you came, my pert and plucky little lady, to seek a hired mau in my office though I might have known It, for these matters usually terminate just so. Are you ready ?" Ellen bowed assent. For her life she could not have spoken. Peter Dowd crossed tho room and, taking her by the hand, led her forth, as Ellen inwardly expressed it, "like a lamb to the altar of sacrifice." A short ceremony; a promise on one side to "love, protect and cherish," and on the other, to "love, honor and obey," was quickly over, and Ellen became merged by law into the personifi cation and ownership of her husband. "What God hath joined together let not man put asunder," was the final com ment of the magistrate. Ah, reader, does God ever join two human souls under circumstances like these? The marriage certificate was duly signed, scaled and delivered, the re quired fee was paid, and the officer of the law and the landlord, as his witness, left the newly married couple alone. "By ginger, Jenkins!" said the land lord, In a low, earnest tone, "I feel dreadful blue over this transaction. It's very nearly thirty years since Ellen D'Arcy, that girl's mother, married Pe ter Dowd, that man's cousin, In this very house. I don't at all liko the stock of them Dowds. A prettier girl than Ellen D'Arcy, or a better mannered. more accomplished one, didn't exist in her time; and her daughter's quite up to her. Old D'Arcy's daughter had a dooccd hard time of it in this world, and if I'm not mistaken, his grand daughter won't recline on roses." "If you had any objection to the match, why didn't you say so?" queried the magistrate, very virtuously indig nant, now that his fee was In his pocket and any objection to the marriage would be forever too late. "I keep a public house to make mou cy, sir; and If I'd spoil the little made up games of impetuous young folks I'd lose much of my business. Can't afford it, sir. Do you understand ?" "Business Is business, that's a fact," was the rejoinder, and the two sat down behind the bar room stove to smoke and grow serene. Peter Dowd ordered breakfast, and a pale, motherly woman spread a tiny ta ble with an appetizing meal of savory dishes. Ellen tried, but could not eat. She seemed as one in a trance. So pre-occu-pied was she tliat her husband was com' pclled to address her repeatedly to arouse her sufficiently to cause her to reply to his well meant admonitions to partake of food. Breakfast over, tile young couple de parted for Chicago, by way of the great lakes. Peter Dowd sold his horse for fifty dollars, which, added to his purse of twenty dollars, minus tho hotel bill and marriage fee, made a sum upon which he calculated to reach the west era home of Ziek Hamilton, whose fam Fker Sra:en,"FBEE Press, Fbee People. , OREGON, ITXTJDA.Y, JVTIiHJ S, 187S5. ily his bride was excessively anxious to see. Arriving at Chicago in due time, and finding the weather so severe as to ren' der the Journey by stago impracticable for the season, they were compelled to enter cheap lodgings and engage In some sort of occupation for the winter. Ellen, wiser than most young brides, kept her own counsel about the roll of bills presented her by Aunty Harris, and thus gave her husband no reason to believe that lie could have other tempo rary dependence for a livelihood than his own hands and brain ; but she soon plainly saw that he would depend upon her, for ho engaged an infant school for her at terms to suit himself, and coolly so informed her after the bargain was completed. The D'Arcy blood arose at this, not but that she was willing and anxious to work, but she felt that if her lord and master had consulted her wishes it would have been easier for her to endure the burden. With compressed lips and resolute heart she took up her labors and performed them faithfully, while her able-bodied consort remained idle, contenting himself by saying that he could find no work to do. "Take my school, then, and let me rest," said Ellen, when the term was half completed. Her health was rapidly giving way under tho double "curse" so often borne by wives whose husbands not only "rule over them," but, in addition, compel them to earn tho "bread" for both "in the sweat of the face." "How would it look for me, a man weighing two hundred, to engage in teaching an infant school?" ho said, contemptuously. "Quito as well as it looks to see you living off my labor," was Ellen's bitter but unspoken reply. (To be continued.) 00EEESP0NDEH0E. Tills department of the New Noktii- 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 itpractl 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 accrue from our I nablli ty to an swer their queries. "Weconlially Invite everybody that has a question to ask, a suggestion to make, orascolding togive to contribute to the Correspondents' Column. Editor 2Tcw ICorlhicc&t: A few weeks since I read, with great regret, some re marks by you touching Mrs. Victoria C. Woodhull. I felt at the time, that the period must come when you would per ceive thatyour judgment was too hastily formed, from data which would lose Its weight; or, that in some form you would obtain greater light and be able to accept her as she truly Is, a noble helper or leader in the great cause of human rights. Has that time of enlightenment arrived? Yours truly, Mentor. We cannot agree with you that we have hastily or otherwise formed unjust opinions of this wonderful woman. We have only judged her by her own words. While we believe her life to be as pure as man's or woman's can be, we regret her reckless defiance of public and pri vate opinion; which leads bad men to the wlshed-for opportunity to accuse her, from their own stand-point, of obscenity aud wickedness. We have the testi mony of at least a dozen of the best men and women of the nation, as to her present social purity; and so long as we live as a loyal subject of men high in political power, whose early social life the same men who denounce Mrs. Woodhull tell us musn't be exposed, be cause they have reformed, it would in deed illy become us as a woman to de nounce a Sister, who, granting that all that her detainers say is true, shows uo blacker record than docs the present President of the United Stales. As a woman suffragist, Mrs. Woodhull is wielding a vast and telling power. As a wife and mother, her present social re lations are beyond reproach. General Grant, as President, is wielding a power that is doing the nation great good. As a husband aud father, his present social life is as pure as Mrs. Woodhull's. It is not what these public workers have done, but what they are doing now, that we must judge them by. Wo cannot accept Mrs. Woodhull's social theories, as wo understand them. We have nothing to do with her vagaries, hut wo glory in her work for the great cause of Woman Suffrage. Dear Mrs. Duniway : You hae cordl ally invited those who have a question to ask, or a scolding to give you, to con tribute to tho correspondent's column Now I como with both: 1st. Are you certain that your aspersions upon the character of tho President are true I 2d. Don't you think you were "fool-hardy" in making such statcmenU? 3d. Do you think any good cau. come of them ? I like your fearless utterances, and your usually noble staud for truth and justice, but 1 must scold you roundly for attack ing the social character of the President of the United States, to whom this great nation is fondly looking as its present stay and future hope. Yours indignantly, C, Thank you, friend C. We like a man 1 r '. that is not afraid to speak his senti ments. 1st. If the "attack," as you term it, upon tho social life of the Presi dent had been false, we should not have dared to utter It. Gen. Grant has many rich and powerful devotees In Oregon who would bind us to tho very racl; of public contumely for thus telling the truth if they had any shadow of hope that they could prove it false. No respectable newspaper has attempted to deny It, nor will any. They know better. 2d. We may have been "fool hardy," as you term it, but we counted the cost, and were prepared for a thous and fold more "indignation" than we have received. One -man only stopped his paper, and he writes us that if he had believed the accusation fine, ho would have been glad to see it published. 3d. Much good has already come of that exposition. Men by hundreds are seeing tho injustice of their attacks upon the social character of leading women in the nation, who could not have been led to see it in any other way than by thrusting their own disgusting prescrip tions down their own throats. Desperate diseases require desperate remedies. "While we do not agree with you that Grant Is our nation's only hope, wo know that uo human power will pre vent his re-election, and we are glad that ho has reformed from his early bad habits. But we demand for fallen wom en equal opportunity with fallen men to arise from tho degradation of prostitu tion and intoxication, and become Presidents, If the people men and women so will It. But In the good tlmo coming, when the women vote, Ave have no doubt but that rulers of both sexes will be chosen whose lives have been socially spotless from their begin ning. R. P., Dalles: Sent you the "list" called for in December, but, as the "blockade" arrived soon after, suppose you did not receive It. "Will now let it rest till the occasion of our next visit. Shall go to Dalles to hold a "protracted meeting" soon. Miss B. A. 0., Roscburg : Letter re ceived. Thanks. South Salem : Shall accept your Invi tation. Cannot yet name the day. Uipy : Your prose is bctter than your poetry. "Polls" and "beaux" are not legitimato rhymes; neitlierare "bright' and "riot" You can do better. Try again. Other letters attended to next week. Remahkaulk Scene in a Church. Last Sunday eveiiini; a most remarkable scene was witnessed In the old Church of St. John's (Catholic! Parish, Pat- tersou. The Rev. William McNulty, pas tor, at all the mornlnir masses had read Bishop Bayley's Lenten pastoral, and feelingly dwelt upon the passage where in the Bishop declares that "the spec tacle of a strong man behind a bar deal ing out crime, misery and death, instead of earning an honest living In some manly way, was the most pitiable sight imaclnablo." He announced that the old church, in which they had worshiped ror years, would be opeued that even ing for the purpose of administering the total abstinence pledge to all who in I slit wish to commence Lent in this praiseworthy mnnner, and that he had nvited the president oi tne uitnouc State Temperance Union to deliver an address, aud would himself address to tnem some exhortations on tuo subject. About two thousand people were packed in the old church at seven o'clock. The altar was hidden away behind draperies aud banners, a platform being erected in tront. l'ews anu aisles on tne uoor and galleries were crowded. Tho pastor delivered an impressive address which was listened to with breathless attention and introduced Mr. J. W. O'Brien, of the State Union, who spoke for an hour. Father McNulty then called upon his people to join the army of teetotalers, aud told those so disposed to stand up. in an instant miiy 1,000 people were on their feet. Thcv repeated the pledce aloud, and received tho priest's benedic tion. The Presidents or bt. i-atricn's, St. Joseph's, St John's (of Patterson), and Passaic St. Patrick's societies were on tho platform. The meetings was compared to one of O'Connell's monster emancipation meeting. A". 3' Herald, rcb. -lsf. Mahk Twain on Wojian Suffraqe. Mark Twain says that when women frame laws, the first thing they will do will be to enact: 1. That all men should be at home at ten i sr.. without fail. 2 That married men should bestow considerable attention upon their own WIVPSL 3. That It should be a haiiKiiiff onense to hell whisky in saloons, and that fines and disfranchisement should follow in such places. 4. That tho smokniK of clears to ex cess should be forbidden, and the smok- inf of nines utterly abolished. .1. That tho wifo should have the title of her own property when she marries a man that hasn't any. "Such tvrannv as tins," says .jiaru, "we could never stand. Our free souls could never endure such degrading thraldom, woman, go aways been not to beguile us of our imperial privileges, fVintPiit vourself with your httlo femi nine trlllcs your babies, your benevo lent societies anu your Knuiing anu ici your natural bosses uo tue vouuk. Stand back you will be wanting to go to war next. "We will let you teach school as much as you want to, and pay you half price too; but beware! wo dont want you to crowd us too much." As Russia will not raise croia much beyond what are necessary for home consumption, this year, she may afford us a market for a portion of our surplus. No one need starve In this world if the United States are Informed in season. Of all the disagreeable habits the world was ever tormented with, scolding Is the most annoying. To hear a saw filled, to hear a peacock, scream, or an Indian yell, is music compared with it. From the Democratic Era. Ye Jiulisnnut Gliost or Kit C'nrson Speaketli. D V STEPHEN MAYHELU Like shadows we sat, Hie lights burning dim. Itanged In n circle Khoaly and erini. Our hands clasping hands; tongues silent and uumu, Patiently waiting ye spirits lo come. The medium's brow grew sullen and red And Hashing her glance she rose nndRlie said "I'm Kit Canon's ghostr I "pear to your eye To say 'Kit Carson's Hide' Is a He. From tho realms' of the unknown and unseen From the mouldering shroud and coffin I've Deen Called by that WebXbot poet, Joaquin. 1-et the folks stand aduisetl, I have denied Uesertln' that gal In 'Kit Canton's Hide:' Such heroism I'd rather decline TwasnrldcofJoaqnln Miller's, not mine. I'm only a rough, wild son of the woods), AVho never had much of lenrnln' or goods, A hero of benr and Indian fights, Such like adventures and such like delights. But I've been n man, whatever I've been. And no one can say Kit Carson was mean : Hut I've been treated mean, and manviw. Tumbled and tossed in 'over' and 'clover' jvaa -over ana 'clover' ana 'clover1 and 'over,' And made to desert an Indian lover, And cowardly leavo her to burn and moan, While I rode off with her mustang alone. in was alive In flesh and blood I'd nut 'a head' on that met. T would Hut I'm only a chost and can but mninl.-iln Joaquin, don't make me your hero again." Blue Eyes Behind the Veil. Mr. Edge was late at blcakfast. That was not an unusual occurreuce, and he was disposed to bo cross; which was likewise nothing new. So he retired behind tho newspaper, and devoured his eggs and toast, without venturing any repiy to tne remarKS oi tne iresiilooklng little lady opposite, to wit: Mrs. Edge. But she was Catherine toeether her forces for the final onslaught, and when at length Mr. Edge had got down to the last paragraph, aud laid aside the paper, il came. "Dear, didn't you say you were going to have a hundred dollars for mv new furs, to-day?" wuat rursv" (rather suortly was this spoken.) "Oh, pshaw! what is the use of being so extravagant? I have no money to lay out in useless follies. Tho old ones arc good enough for any seusi- oie woman to wear." Mrs. Edee, cood meek little soul that she was, relapsed Into obedient silence. bue only sighed asoit inward sigh, aud presently began a new attack. iienry, win you go with me to my aunt's, to-night?" "Can't you go alone ?" "Alone, how it would look!" Mrs. E's temper for sho had one, though It did not often parade itself was aroused. "You arc so neglectful of those little at tentions you used to pay me once; you never walk with me, nor pick up my handkerchief, nor notice my dress as you once did." "Well, a fellow can't be forever wait hig on women, can he?" growled Mr. "You could be polite enough to Mrs. waters, last night, when you never thought to ask whether I wanted any thing, though you knew perfectly well that I had a headache I don't believe yon care as much for me as you used to." And Mrs. Edge looked extremely pretty with tears in her bluo eyes and a quiver on the round, rosy lips. "Pshaw," said the husband peevish ly. "Now don't be silly, Maria." "And In the stage, yesterday, you never asked me if I was warm enoueh. or put my shawl around me, while Mr. Brown was so aflectionato to his wife. It was mortUvlinr cnouirli. Henrv: in deed it was." "I didn't know women were such fools," said Mr. Edge, as he drew on his overcoat, to escape the tempest which was fast approachincr. "Am I the sort of man to make a nlnnyof myself doing wiu pome to any sort oi a lemaie creat ure? Did you ever know me to be con scious whether a woman had on a shawl or a Bwallow-tailed coat?" Maria eclipsed the bluo eyes behind a little pocket handkerchief, and Harry, tho savage, banged the door loud enough to give Betty in the kitchen a nervous start. "Raining again! I do believe wo are oing to have a second edition of tho eluec," said Mr. Edee to himself, that evening, as ho ensconced six feet of ini quity in the southwest corner of the car at the city hall. "Go ahead, conductor, can't you see we are full, and it is dark already?" "In one moment sir," said tho con ductor, as he helped a little woman, with a basket, on board. "Now, sir, move up a iiitie, li you piease." .Mr. i-Mco was exceedingly comforta ble and did not want to move, but the light of the lamp falling on the pearly forehead and shinine eolden hair of the comer, he altered liis mind aud moved up. " wuat lovely oyes," quoth he, men tally, as ho bestowed a smcle acknowl edging smile. "Real violet, the very color I most admire! Bless me! what eyes. There, she has drawn a confounded veil over her race, and the light is as dim as a tallow dip; but those were pretty eyes." The fair possessor of thoso bluo eyes shivered slightly aud drew her mantilla ciose arounu ner shoulders. "Are you cold, Miss? Pray honor me by wearing my shawl. I do not need It myself." She did not refuse she murmured some faint apology for troubling him, but it was not a refusal. "No trouble not a bit," said ho with alacrity, arrancine it on her tapcriue shoulders, aud then as the young lady handed her tare to the conductor, he said to himself, "what a slender little hand! if there is anything I admire In a wom an it is a pretty hand. Wonder what kind of a mouth she has got? It must be a delightful one if it corresponds with tho hair and eyes plague take the veil." But "nlairue." whoever that mvstical power may be, did not take possession of the veil, so Mr. Edge's curiosity about tno biue-cyed damsel remained uusatis lied. "Have you room cuough, Miss? fear you arc crowded. Pray sit a little closer to inc." "Thank you, sir," was the soft ret snlv coming from behind the veil, as Mr. i rAigo reuecieu iiko an angel iroin a dark cloud. Aud his heart gave a large thump as the pretty shoulder touehml his own shaggy overcoat in a hesitating QUI I Ul ib UJ "Decidedly, this was cettinir oulfo m. mantle," thought he, and then with an audiuie whisper, "what would Maria say?" lherestof that long dreary ride was delicious, with the shoulder against his ow,". How eallantly he Jumped up to null the strap for her by some freak it happened to be at the very street whero he intended to stop. And under the cir - A Journal for the People. - -' 0 Devoted to the Interests of Humanity.. Independent In Politics and Religion.' llve 'I o nil T.lvp Tmas. nn.l TlinM..'.i.i Radical in Opposing and Exposlng'the Wrongs ol the Masses. Correspondents- wrlllnir ovorassnmpil er nn. tores must make known their nama n t. Editor, or no attention will be given to their communications. cumstancos we hardly blame him, when the car stopped so suddenly that she caught at his arm, for tho squeeze he rriva 41... ..1 , , u,w- juuuip rosy nanu any man ot sense would have done the same it was SU,Ci ,a.n inviting little lily. Allow me to carry your basket, liss, timrpaihs 110 m tho same direction," r . "'Sei courteously, relieving her or her burden as he spoke; "and and may be you'd find less difficulty if you take my arm." "Well, wasn't It delightful ? Mr. Edge forgot the wet streets- and pitchy dark nesshe thought he was walking on roses. Only as he approached his door he began to feel a little nervous, and wished the little incognito would not hold on so tight. Suppose Maria should be at tho window on the lookout, as she often was, how would she interpret mat ters? He could not make her believe thatlie only wanted to be polite to the fair traveler. Besides, his sweeping de clarations in the morning she would be sure to recall them. As he stopped" in front of the right number, and bado her adieu, he was astonished to see her like wise run up the steps to enter. Gra cious Apollo! he burst into a cold per spiration at the idea of the young lady's error. . "I think you must havo made a mis take, Miss," he stammered; "this can't oe your i.ouse." But it was too late she was already In the brilliantly lighted hall, and turn ing around threw off her dripping hab iliments, and made a low curtesy. "Why, it's my wife!" gasped "Mr. Edge. . "And happy to see that you have not forgotten all your gallantly toward us ladles," pursued the merciless little puss, her blue -eyes (they were pretty) all In a dance of suppressed roguery. JSdgo looked rrom ceiling to uoor m vain search for a loophole to retreat, but the searcli was unavailing. "Well," he said in the most sheepish of tones, "it's the first time I was ever polite to a lady in tue cars, and hang mo if it shan't be the last." "You see, my dear," said the ecstatic little lady, "I didn't expect to be delayed so long, and had not any idea I should meet with such attention in the cars, and that from my husband, too! Good ness gracious, how Aunt Priscilla will enjoy the joke." "If you tell thatold harpy I will never hear the last of it," said Edge in desper ation. "Very probable," was the provoking reply of his wife. "Now, look here, darling," said Mr. Edge, coaxingly, "you won't say any thing, will you? A fellow don't want to be laughed at by all the world. I say, Maria, you shall have the prettiest furs in New York if you will only keep quiet you shall, upon my honor." The terms were satisfactory, nml-iMnriu capitulated who wouldn't? And that is the way she got those splendid furs that filled the hearts of all her Indv friends with envy. And perhaps It was what made Mr. Edge such a courteous husband ever since. Fried Beefsteak to Resemble Broiling. Heat a spider so. very hot that flour will burn on it instantly: wipe it free from dust, and lay in the steak;! t should brown immediately; thko it from the spider before it has had time to cook any part except the browningiof the side that came in contact with the spider; lay it on the platter, which should stand over hot water; heat the spideragain; wipo it free from fat; and brown theotherside in the same man ner as the first. Have butter, pepper and salt for thn gravy laid on the plat ter to melt, while the last is browning; remove the steak to the platter, and soak it in the gravy, add a tablespoon of boil ing water to the gravy, and serve im mediately. When these directions are followed to tho letter, there are but few that would ImaeinC the beef otherwiso cooked than broiled. Is is far before a poorly broiled steak. If desired well done the process must bo repeated, not left in to fry, until cooked through, as that would give a taste like fried beef to the whole dish. If the juice of the meat stands on the steak, when the first side is urowiaug, mi tne Deei careiuiiy; so'as to pour It from the beef into the platter.' If any escapes to the snider, it will bo worse than wasted if added to the gravy. Utah in Lixe ox Wojlvx Suffrage. The recent convention in Utah, com- poseu oi jiormons anu uentiics, which irameu a constitution lor a State Uov crnnient, was nobly loyal to tho princi ples of a Republican Government, so far as women were concerned. "Without diplomatic ambiguity or verbal dodging, me convention in unmistaKaute inglisu placed woman's political enfranchise ment beyond the possible reach of tho courts or the Legislature to disturb, as tho following extract from Section 1 of Article II. of that document will showr "Sec. 1. Everv citizen of the United States, male and female (not laboring under the disabilities named in the con stitution), of the age of twenty-oneyears and over, who shall have resided in tho btate six months, and in the county thirtv dnvs nixt nrecedine anv election. shall bo entitled to vote for all officers, that now are, or hereattcr maybe elected bv the people, and upon all questions subniiteu to the electors at such elec tion." Pioneer. A youne lady In a nciehborine town has taken up dentistry for a living. AH the centlemen patronize her. Whm sho puts her arm around the neck of the patient, anu caresses His jaw for the of fending member, the sensation is nhnnr. as nice as they make 'em. One youne man is hopelessly infatuated with her. Consequently he hasn't a tooth in his head. She has nulled evnrv Moaatui of them, and made him two new sets and pulled them. She is now at work uu uis miners saw. .tie holds the saw. Professor Marsh, of tliVni HniWn expedition, who passed through Idaho last year, visited the Shoshone Falls on Snake river. He savs that tho lean of those falls is greater and the gorge deeper and grander than Niagara. Thq expe dition gathered an immense quantity of fossils, including at least fifty new spec imens of animals entirely new to sci ence. Pittsburg has a singular divorce suit on its hands. The complainant alleges that tho defendant fell ? , love with her photograph that he pro posed" and was accepted, ",d,snrao ffall the way from Ireland" te . marry i.t. iw. , iiicliaiitetl him, and now has recourse l t'e Ior re 1 dress. S