"if US. A. J. OT.MWAT. Editor and Proprietor Ori'ICEjCor. Front and Stark Street. A Journal for the People. ' ' Devoted to the Interests of Humanity. Independent In roll tics Wd Religion. Mlve to all Live Issues,-and Thoroughly Radical In Opposing and Exposing the. Wrongs . TIJRXIf!, IK ADVANCE: "One Tr "" ' t m Blr month I 75 Three months , .,, 1 00 ol the Masses. rvimxnnmlents writln? over assumed sltma- fnrtf4 must make known their names to the Editor, or no attention will be given to their communications. -ADVERTISE MENTS Inserted on Reasonable .Terras. "vouxoxe nr. I? OTtTIVNVD , OREGON, 3TRirA.Y, VXJGTJST gt, 1873. IVTJMIiETt l. Fkee Speech. Fkp.e Press. Fhee People. Tno Little Feet. BY rXOBENCE PKBCT. Two little feet, h small that both may nestle In one caresnlng hand; Two tender feet upon the untried border Of life's mysterious land; Dimpled and soft and pink as peach-tree blos soms In Aprtl'n fragrant days; How can they walk anions the briery Unsle Bdclng the world' rough wayst These white-rose feet alon; the doubtful fU' ture Must bear a woman' load; Alas! since woman has the heaviest burden And walks the hardest road. Love, for awlilie, will make the path before them All dainty, smooth ami fair "Will cull away the brambles, letting only The roses blextora there. But when the mother watchful eye Is shrouded Away from sight of men, And these dear feet are Iclt without the euld lne, "Who shall 'direct them then t How will they bo allured, betrayed, deluded, Foor little untaught feet! Into what dreamy mazes will they wander, "What dangers will they meet? Will they so stumbling blindly in the darkness Of Sorrow's tearful shade; Or And the upland slope of Peace ami Ucauty Whose sunlight never fades? Will they go tolling up Ambition's summit, Tlie common world above? Or In some nameless vale securely sheltered, Walk side by side with Love? Some leet there be which walk life's track un- wounded, Which find but pleasant ways; Home hearts there be to which this life is only A round of happy days. But they are few. Par more there are who wander Without a hope or friend Who And theirjonrneyfullof pains and losses And long to reach the end. now shall it be with her, the tender stranger, Fair-faced and gentle-eyed. Before whose unstained leet the world's rudo highway Stretches so strange and wide ? Ah! who may read thefuture? Fbrourdarllng We crave all blemlngs sweet And pray that He who feeds the crying ravens Will guide the baby's reel. "Lady's Friend." ELLEN D 0 WD, THEFAEMEB'S WIPE. PART BECOSD. Entered according to the Act of Congress In the year ISTi by Mrs. A. J. Dunlwny, In the of fice of the Librarian of Congress at Washington City. CHAPTER VI. The miuing excitement of tbe days of '49 no longer fevered the brains of the great mass of fortune hunters. Agri culture, with its benign accompani ments of peace and plenty, smiled over the fair Golden State, and many men, dissatisfied with the uncertainties of mining, or having grown rich in the flush daj's of placer diggings, betook themselves to husbandry. Whole town ships, and in some instances whole counties, of the fairest virgin soil that ever cradled trees and grasses on its bos om, as it lay smiling in tbe balmy breeze of God, became the property of private corporations or individual owners. Much dispute and litigation arose among the new settlers and old Spanish and Mexican claimants about the valid' ity of titles. Ellen Dowd, whose purchase of two hundred acres proved for a year or two a profitable investment under her able financial management, found herself suddenly dispossessed by original title- holders. I have said the great mining excite ment was over. So it was, but all through the mining districts were little, populous towns, where quartz mills were running night and day, crushing out the precious ore that proves the bane of thousands! alJd is also the bless ing, under tbe world's system of com merce, that brings hope and peace and comfort to tens of thousands more. Disappointed in her expectation of ending her days upon the ranche which she and her children bad made to bios som as the rose, ourberoine removed to a busy, bustling town, high up on the bluffs of the noted American river, and occupying a temporary building, rudely fitted up for the purpose, began to keep hotel. me lair young wiuow, with new teeth (thanks to an Itinerant dentis who had sojourned for a season at her country home), with the sunken out lines, of the beauty of her girlhood all renewed under the invigorating climate and still more invigorating relief from a marriage that was a mockery, pros pered beyond her most sanguine expec tations. Employing men to do the coarse, rough work of her establishment, which Peter Dowd, had he retained the posi tlon of "head of the family," would have required her to do herself, Ellen gathered tbe few children of the village into a scnool, and, with her own half- score, filled tho large upper room of her notei" ny day with pupils, and con verted it iuto'a sleeping apartment for uer many lodgers by night. The in come of her school kept up the heaviest part or lier expense. v luuiijuiuiuai ouera were numerous, whoever saw capable, self- '""""I b'""; wuiaen WHO went not beset by oners In plenty from whole souled, noble men, of course, who were "dying" lor opportunity to "sunrjort" and "protect" them off of the proceeds of their own (we mean the women's) earnings? Trup, meu pay that they ad mire loveable dependence above all things in woman, yet tho fact that love able independence Is always found to be the most attractive magnet in the mat rimonial market, leads us to tbe forced conviction that all the, talk about men's preference for the orthodox "clinging vine" is the merest soft sawder, and, from ils being so often believed in by what they term the susceptible sex, may be traced tbe prime cause of so many incompetent wives and mothers. As men sow, so shall they reap. A year rolled itself away into the wierd scroll of past Infinitude, and El len Dowd awoke one morning to find that her combined hotel and school was situated right over the richest mine in the vicinity. A mining company of fered her a fabulous snhx'for her possess ions, and KUen, accepting, prepared for immediate removal to the sounding shores hard by the Golden Gate. Another year rolled on to nestle it self away within the scroll containing those that had gone before it, and In one of the most elegant houses in San Francisco, surrounded by her children, who arose to call her blessed, you could scarcely recognize, in tho queenly car riage and beaming, chastened smile of the still young widow, the once thinly clad, overworked, despairing Ellen Dowd. Her wondrous taste for tho beautiful, heightened by long starva tlon, found its vent in statuary, paint ings, flowers, fountains and shrubbery; and her marked literary abilities were gratified with the choicest authors. Still, Ellen Dowd was not happy. Her older children were away at school, and the younger ones were so well grown up that they no longer needed her con slant care. Often, after having busied herself with books and work and music until hands and brain were too weary for further ef fort, would Ellen wander silently through the grand apartments of her luxurious home, and with bowed head and aching heart commune with her own loneliness. "O, why am I not happy?" was her constant query; and ever, as the days rolled on, wierd echo answered onlv. Why?" Charitable institutions, church festi- als and temperance societies served to give vent to much of her surplus en ergy; but often there were days together when through the grand halls would echo to her silent tread tho one sod word, "alone." One day, after having indulged for hours in a fit of abstract reverie, as she at gazing out over the flashing billows 1 of the shipping-crowded bay, her atten tion was directed to a carriage that came bowling up the drive in her com modious grounds. Although carriages were arriving daily, her heart involun tarily gave a great thump and then stood still, as she watched this one with an undefiuable apprehension or expec tation of she knew not what Presently a veiled figure alighted, and with a wave of the hand, bidding the carriage be gone, came painfully up tho steps. Ellen did not wait for servants to answer the bell. Meeting the mys terious stranger at tbe door, she invol untarily invited her to an inner appart nient. "Ellen D'Arcy, do you know me?" The speaker threw off her disguise as she spoke and stood before her former pupil. "My old governess! Am I waking or dreaming? "What does this mean?" Ellen asked in astonishment "It means, my poor, wronged child, that I have fulfilled my vow. Ha ! ha 1 ha! I'm out of old Kllllngsworth's clutches at last!" Throwing herself upon a lounge, the former governess, now old, rheumatic and half deranged, continued long in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Several days passed, and Ellen could get no sensible elucidation of the mys tery that shrouded the woman, whom she had always suspicioned of having been inleague, In some way,witli the old man who had conspired to use her hand In marriage for the purpose of obtaining the D'Arcy estate. She had no time to think of being lonely now. How to bring back the fading reason or the old governess that she had loved was to her tne most Important matter in the land. Physicians of noted skill were sum-1 moned and Introduced as acquaintances of the family, with instrne Hntia in watch the patient furtively and pre scribe for her, without awakening her suspicion that their visits were profes sional. An opiate was decided upon, but how to administer it without excit ing the patient's anxiety or curiosity was the perplexing question. She had not slept since entering the house, and whenever Ellen tried to converse with her, the old fit of laughter would return, accompanied by constant exulting ex clamations of delight at being "out of old Klllingsworth'fl clutches." Ellen was convinced that tome dark mystery was connected with the untold Btory of the woman, and greatly feared that her prolonged wakefulness would end in total insanity. Tho day was warm, and preparing iced lemonade, to which she added tho opiate, she pre vailed upon her to drink. In an hour the patient sank into a deep sleep, from which, after many hours, she awoke, weak, exhausted, .bat rational. Ellen was careful to leave ber alone for an hour after awaking, that she might beltercollect her shattered senses. She had beautifully adorned tho cham ber with books and, flowers,, in the window hung a gIIdeu'cage,(from which tho trilling notes of a canary floated through the air. The patient rubbed her eyes and gazed about her. "I wonder If this Isn't heaven?" she whispered. "I've always imagined that when people die they awako In some place like this." After :i whilo she ventured to speak to the bird as it trolled its roundelay. "Sweet!" answered the tiny warbler as it flitted to and fro. "Yes, yes, this must be heaven; but why am I left alone?" "You are not alone, my dear govern ess; neither are you in. heaven. You are snug and safe with Ellen D'Arcy Dowd. You have beerr very ill, and now you are my patient and must lie very still till you recover, and then we'll have a delightful visit together, talking over old times." "Old times? Yes, I remember; ho wouldn't own me as his wife. He took our son away from me, and when I threatened to expose his designs upon you, he always silenced me by saying he'd kill my boy." Eager as was Ellen's curiosity to hear more, she felt that It would not be safe to permit her to talk. "You can tell me the rest to-morrow, but not now, my dear," kissing the once fair brow, now furrowed with years and sorrow. "It was a false marriage," she contin ucd wildly, "but I wasn't wicked. I thought I was his wife." "Not another word till to-morrow, dear. Remember you must live to be avenged." "I will! I will! Revenge Is sweet, but It Is long in coming sometimes." To be continued. Wrecks. I once heard a graphic description of the agony or a woman, mo wife or a fisherman, who, battling with the fierce storm, made her way to the seashore to watch for her husband's boat. Grasp inirwith all her might tbe projecting point of a rock, she strained her eyes seaward. The drifting rain ceased, but turbulent winds tossed tne waves moun tain high could the boat have outlived the storm ? She feared not, but In tear less agony gazed on and out. A speck In the distance drew near. It was the boat; now It rose upon the crest of an immense wave; then was' lost to sight in the trough of the sea. A faint hope beat in the wife's breast. The man was doing his best, fighting for life and for her; but as he came into tho white foam of the breakers he was engulfed. Ex hausted, ho could only struggle ror a brief moment more and was gone gone before the eyes of the woman who had no ono else to love, wnose iuitii auu hope could find no other human stay. One walks tho shore on halcyon sum mer days, and, listening to the moan of the sea, thinks with shuddering pity of tlie woman who nau to nvo on u mat bo life when bono is dead and prays God to bear for her the burden of her grief. It is a pitiful talc, but there are those more pitiful. This woman's tragedy was compressed into a day; others watch with strained hearts their coming fate through awful years. They signal to the men they love, "This way lies safe ty." but blind eyes cannot see. They utter warning cries, but the deaf cars hear not. When at last the end comes, a dead face drifts out into the infinite waste of waters, there is nothing to mitigate their anguisli. To tnem time win bring no healing balm. These women keep ing watch over their endangered sons and husbands are among us. They walk our streets, and sympathetic souls know their secret, although they make no outward sign of their intense disquiet. Their beloved ones have dallied with an appetite for stroug drink, and it has become their master and tyrant; they struggle with more or less earnestness to escape their doom, but they go down before those who would give their life to save them, but are powerless. I do not envy tho man who can con template this vast sum of misery who can think of theso wasted lives, and knowing that by eternal laws efficient help can come only from changes of morals through individual effort and example, j-et coolly Intrenches himself behind the general truth that that we are each responsible for our wrong do- lug, and refuses to give tho impetus of ills sen-ueniai towaru tue upiming 01 fallen or falling souls. So we are responsible for our sins, but you, O man of ice, are you not responsi ble for the usoyou make of your wealth, your culture and nil the gifts of God, and will he hold you guiltless If, having w much to enjoy, you will not lay upon liis altar a mere appetite v In view of the thousands of wrecks that yearly sink beneath the surface of society becauF" or tueir lovo 01 intoxi cating drinks, la it not time for Chris- nans to ask llie.nsclves if the time has not fully come when fidelity to golden rule forbids them to maintain the wine drinking customs In which so much of tins rum originates. Elizabeth Chxirclt hill in ChrMian at Work. IT is Better. Better to wcara calico dress without trimming, If it be paid for, than to owe a shop-keeper for the most elegant silk, cut and trimmed In tue most oewiicning manner. tj 1 : i i . . icLii-i iu uv in a iog caoin, an your on, nau u uiuwii stone mansion be longing to somebody else. Better walk forever than run Intodebt tor a nonsc nuti carriage. Better to use tho old cane-seated chairs and fadod three-ply carpet than tremble at the bills sent home from the upholstcr's for tho most elegant parlor set ever made. Better to nay the street organ-grinder for music, If you must have it, thnn owe for a grand piano. Better to gaze upon bare walls than pictures unpaid for. Better to eat thin soup from earthen ware, if you owe your butcher nothing, than dine off lamb and roast beef, and know that it does not belong to you. One Woman's Wrongs, nv nrarrnA dwxe. That blessed baby I Who could do less than effervesco with most rapturous epithets, else than overflow with adora tion, elso than act generally in the most gushing and hyperbolic manner possi ble upon introduction to her? She had such winsome blue eyes, this dainty lit tle lassie; such a sweet, little, puckered up mouth, she would disarm life ot its sternness with tho rarest of kisses. Such a complexion white lily borrow ing a blush from the damask rose; such an enchanting little voice, with Its un wedded syllables a-go-oo-oo-nan-nan-nnn, with no shadow of human reason in their inarticulato form, yet echoing tho music of heaven to loving hearts. And such an artful little witch as she was! It wasn't enougii for Iilt insatia ble love of conquest, her thirst of do minion and lust of power that tlie whole household lay In spiritual prostration at her feet. No; she seemed determined never to cease her wiles till the whole world wa3 her captive. Therefore, no matter whose face bent over her as she lay in her cradle or upon her mother's lap, whether countenance of kindred or stranger, all her small allurements were put into operation for the observer's com plete subjugation. She was indeed queen of hearts; and tho invisible scepter that those puffy little lists wielded extended over a kingdom that could never be measured. For who has ever fixed boundaries to the love of human hearts, the love that stretches in glorious enfoldment from the finite object to the Infinite One? Such a marvel of lovo hung like a bright halo always about her, that she was as often the subject of our conver sation, as if slio had been a conspicuous actcr In tbe great theater of lire. We used to sit often by her cradle, her fair haired young mother and I, and specu late upon the mystery of ber destiny, tho shifting scenes of the drama of life just opening for her; and her young moth ers lips would raiter, as we thought, and say, "A drama that may be tragedy; only God knows." But that little mother had such a beautifu faith, tho faith as well as the love that caste th out fear, in her Father, her God, that tho shadows of futurity which drifted athwart her sunshine wero but fleeting ones. "Whatever it may be," she would say, "it will be God's will, and I will try' never to mur mur: vet." aud the sorrow in her eves but dimly shadowed the anguish of her neart, "no cannot bind upon my heart heavier cross than to force me to witness the blight of disappointment and sorrow upon this blessed little one." All. poor young mother, would that wo all had thy holy faith. Yet what can we do, we faithless ones who drift anchorless over lire's troubled sea? In the fibre of some natures the far-re moved growth from some ancestral root of scepticism aud Godless pessimism. faithlessness is engrained, aud we pray vainly who pray that a warp of our na tures may be removed, which came in tho natural sequence of generation. xsauio uiossom was oniy sixteen months old when her brave father went to the war. How handsome he looked that bright Spring morning in his offi cer's uniform, tho pallor of grief at parting from his darlings, struggling with tho crimson glow of patriotic pride upon his face-. The echos of Sumter's guns rolling over the land, had found him among the first to do his country needed service, aud now, ere those echoes had fairly ceased, he bade us good-bye. "Don't cry, love," he whispered to her, who clung to him as If In losing him she lost her life. "Don't cry so. Its only three mouths at farthest, and I feel sure we will bring those traitors to I cry "quarter in liair tliat time, lvcep up a good heart, darling, bo merry and happy with little Blossom, and I shall bo back again before you havo fairly realized my absence." Back again ? Yes, so he was. But it was back again only for another good bye. For He. .whose absolute wisdom works with both just and unjust, had narueneu uie southern Heart; and though the time of our brave boys who volunteered for threo months was over, the end was not yet. So Lieut. Harry came home, unscathed by the battles through which he had passed, to fondle Babie Blossom with the old idolatrous love, to comfort aud caress his even dearer treasure Babics pale mamma, and again was gone. Gone! oh, Father! gone with the dew and fragranco of youth not yet departed from his proud manhood! Gone, to feel the horrible monster which devas tated our land, mado hearthstones deso late, dispersed families, and hid God from us in thick clouds of battle smoke and the din of conflict. Gone, to be shot down at the front, to be lost in the tumult of a temporary defeat, to be trampled upon by iron hoofs, the silver cord severed which bound ms iresu, pure soul to its beautiful body, amid surrounding shrieks and groans, prayers and cursings, then hurrying feet crush ing all human comeliness from him, with mutilated form and features unrec ognizable, to be at last taken up and burled witn the unknown dead. Crouching in tho awful storm which swept across our country, the blinding, benumbing, pitiless storm of anguish which followed the battle of Pittsburg Landing, I found poor Mary. Her white lips moved slightly as she. saw me, as if she would speak, but It was as if woe had stricken her dumb, for not even a moan came forth. Her eyes were tearless, for the wound gaped too deep for tears, her face, but for its wide, open, agonized eyes, was the face of the dead. I did not try to comfort her. I could not even point her to the God she wor shiped; for I knew that not even God himself could pour balm luto the wound ere yet the cruel weapon which cleft it Is withdrawn. There Is no comfort for the widowed In the freshness of the hprt; nor faith, nor hope, nor love dare offer ministrations then; life lias no sol ace, and heaven no power of healing; there Is nothing for the stricken but to power hefnm tho blast, to agonize with the hurt, and to wait for deatli or life to bring an opiate. ..." Iu the midst of it all this tragedy which was to overshadow Her young days, Babie Blossom prattled innocently, which was to overshadow her young wlth Uio hnnnv unconsciousuess of spir itual straits, which is a blessedness of childhood. She tottered across the floor to greet me, as I sat weeping and speechless by Mary's side, aud lipsed: "Mamma don't say somesin to her baby, guess she are too bungle." Hungry? Yes; poor little mamma! the days will never como that she will not hunger and thirst for the love which once mado life a continued feast of hap piness to her. Hungry? Yes, poor soul, starving, fainting forher lout love. 1 must not a wen upon uio monins that followed. I cannot describe tlie footsteps marked with blood with which she traversed tbe dreary road buck again to lire inat roaa wiucn only those smitten almost to death ever travel. I would riot If I could; for the happy can never Tealizo grief, even by most iu snired description, and those who have suffered can trace Mary's tortured steps by tbe tear-staineu print or tueir own. The harsh necessities of existence first aroused Jier from her stupor. She aud Blossom must be red and clothed even yet, though she knew little what she ate or what her raiment was. I exerted myself to see that a widow's dress shut her. In its merciful seclusion, from the careless world, although she gave no sign that she observed the change from tier dainty colors to sombre black. With aid I Hecurcd for ber the pay which was Harry's due, and finally the small pension to which his death enti tled her. But wheti finally tbe stern question "What shall wo eat, what shall we drink, and wherewithal shall we be clothed," became imperative, Mary herself was forced to look into her af fairs to And answer. And we found that except the pension of twelve or fifteen dollars a month, nothing stood between tue two ana starvation. Then began that pitiful struggle so familiar to many who drop a tear upon this page, for this young widow; the struggle for bread against depressing odds of inefficiency aud hopelessness. She had nothing to offer the world in exchange for food and raiment, but very unskilled labor; for, poor girl, she had been "elegantly" brought up to idleness and showy ac- compltshments She had married right from school, berore uer mind bad at tained sufficient nobleness of stature to overlook the complexities of our social system, and to Bee that no object in ex istence is so useless ana so ueipiess, so entirely ibe victim of chance, as the womau who is not prepared to conquer foothold for herself and then to protect it, the woman who drops a dead weight to earth unless masculine arras out stretched tor her keep her midway be tween earth and licaven neither a grand woman nor an inferior angel. So Mary had lived iu her husband's house, nominally its mistress, yet really only secondary in its management to the servant who alternately bullied and cajoieu uer And when disaster came, she was no more fitted to cope with pov erty thau liable Blossom was. Impotent to help, I watched the strug gle for years. First she opened a small school. But in that thriving Illinois village the publie schools absorbed all tho children, save a few, so few indeed, that their tuition fees scarcely paid her rent. Then she tried tho sewing ma chine, working early and late to dis tance tho fiend which followed upon her steps. But alas! Mary had never beeu taught to sew, aud the mysteries of cutting aud planning, of matching scams and cutting biases, of eking out scanty materials to lit generous patterns, were as much beyond her comprehen sion as the differential calculus or New ton's prlucipia. She hadn't a mechan ical faculty, poor girl, and all the pov erty in the world couldn't develop ono in her. Next she essayed giving music lessons, toiling through tropical heat and artic cold, year in and year out, vis iting pupils at their homes. But the fatal war had mado other widows, upon whom poverty's grip was laid as heavily us upon her. So she found, one sad day, after a mathematical exercise, that the fourteen music pupils of the town were divided amoug three teachers, each of tlie others more proficient in the profes sion than she. Poor Mary! She was so iucapable, there really seemed but two things left for her, aud of these, one was death, the other marriage. Who must we blame for this-sin of false marriage? Surely not the helpless girl or widow wbo es capes from starvation through tbe only door open to her, even If Into the dreari ness of an unhallowed marriage. No! how dare we? for how few are we who have gained that high plane of spiritual consecration, whero the carnal needs feed sacrificial flames; where meat, drink, and raiment are less to us than a life verified by a grand ideal. We may long to live exalted lives, but first we must live In the body; let us cease to reinforce tliebody, and thespirit deserts it, to exhale into some vaporous abstraction which' we cannot limit or deflue. Therefore, let not. the world's reproach fall upon those who choose marriage only as an alternative with destitution. But if we havo curses for the guility, let them be plied high upon the heads of the faithless guardians who sin so deeply as to send a human being from their charge out into the world, unarmed and defenceless for the battle of life. I mean such as you careless and thoughtless fathers and mothers, as well as you indolent and luxurious ones, who think no better, build no more wisely, than to give your daughters easy aud aimless lives, till somebody comes to relieve vou or their care. What ir death comes for you, and the suitor de lays? What If disaster engulfs your substance, and husband stands alone. I say you aro as much the enemy of your daughters as li you put manacies upon their limbs, and limited to your will the use of their physical powers. Thinking all these things, and know ing how both horsemen and footmen, in the struggle, had trampled poor Mary down, I was not, I must confess, over whelmed with astonishment when I heard that she was soon to contract a second marriage. She made the an nouncement to me herself, with such a strained, unnatural voice, such a pulse less calm of manner, such a rigid face, that I knew, better than if she had broken Into shrieks and fierce outcries, that jogged nails tore her tender flesh, and that In th's marriage she was cruci fied anew to a sorrow hardly less than that of Harry's death. She had grown so wan and worn In these years, that little of herearly beauty remained. Neither was there more than an echo In her voice of the sweet chimes that onceBeemed to ringthrough i it. xei was sue w ont ( womau, aud it was no marvel that wlfe- it. Yet was she still a sweet, lovable less homes opened their doors wide witli invitation for her. I will not dwell upou this part of the sad story, for my heart ache with the bitterness of its memory. Suffice It to say that when Babie Blossom was six years of age her mother married Col. Allston, of Alls tonvllle, with full understanding be tween himself aud ber,. that she gave him wifely duties, not wifely love. Yet so fierce was his greed forher sad sweet self, that lie took her even thus. Col. Allston was a man of taciturn manner, but of racing passious. Thouch so ready to concede to Mary before mar riage, no sooner was tne vow irrevocably taken than his sardonic temper made her his victim. Ho was jealous to a degree almost inconceivable to natures who know not the tortures of insane suspicion.- He seemed to be perpetually tormented with the idea that the mem ory of the dead rose, like the smoke of sweet incense, between him aud the eyes of her aflection. Yet, unwise man that he was, craving her love as the famishing man craves bread, he sought I li- li.. r t & ' 1 1 uiinuiy to lorce uer iuve, iiul iu win u. So .Mary learned soon to guard lier speech against any allusion to those T I I 1 1 1. 1 .7 . .. ai v.iiuii uajrs wiieu uie? kuiucii umuum- Ehere of happiness enfolded her with er lost love. She never spoke Harry's name, and hid bis pictures whero no other eyes than hers and Babie Blos som's could dwell ppon them. But do all he could, Col. Allston could never profane the sacred shrine in her heart, where her tears and sighs ascended con tinually to him who was second in her love only to her God. Col. Allston seemed also to look upon Blossom as a barrier to bis wife's heart and himself. Yet rather than warily win his way to the mother throuch the child, he madly thought to thrust tho nttie one away, that sue should not keep him from his soul's desire. When Mary married, of course her small pension reverted toherrhild. At first she made no effort to secure this for Blossom, as Col. Allston's means were ample, and alary, with, an over estimate of her "rights," ridiculously feminine, deemed that endowing her with his worldly goods, meant both for herself and child, a corresponding sup port, iiut siio erreu, as women nave erred before, who have trusted mascu line generosity to fill out the sad vacuum which masculine legislation leaves in Woman's Rights. Col. Allston insisted that tbe claim should be made for Blos som's pittance, and Mary, heart-sick with shame for him whose name she bore, gave reluctaut acquiescence. The first step necessary was that a guardian should be appointed, whose duty it should be to advance the claim against the Government. Of course no other than the mother was a fitting per-1 son for this office, and Mary thought ! nothing else than that she should take i appearance the husband does, at the upon herself the guardianship of her j door of the room where you are getting only child. But mark this, you who , the baby to sleep, aud shouts "Jane," at assert so loudly that womau has all the the top of his voice, under the Impres rights she needs, that woman fares bet- . sion that you are up stairs, an irapres ter under exclusive masculine legisla-. sion speedily removed. To cover the lion than If she herself built up the bul- confusion of his retreat, he steps on the warks of her own defense, hark you I dog's tail and bumps the bird-cage with this, and hide your faces for very shame. I his head, then wants to know what you When Mary went to her friend, Judge have done with that bootjack, aud why Way, to assume the legal responsibility it is that you never keep things in their oi uer cuiiu, sue learueu mui a wise re- suit of legislative deliberation forbade ber tho right without her husband's consent. With a dim realization of one flagrant injustice of class legislation, she pondered it quietly in her heart, while she sent a messenger for her hus band. Straightway ho came, knowing of Mary's intention, aud aware, by rea son of his familiarity with the law, that when sue visited Judge Way, she would have need of his presence. "Col. Allstou," said Judge Way, "we have a small technicality to adjust in this business, simply your consent that Mrs. Allston shall assume the cuardian- shipof her child." "Wincu i rerusc to give," answered Col. Allstou. And, reader, that husband, fuliv em powered by such legislation as remands woman to the companionship of crimi nals, lunatics, and fools, empowered to withhold nature's birth-right, a moth er's right to her own child, steadfastly 1 refused to give his consent. But with equal persistency, lie demanded that iu his own hands should be placed the le gal guardianship of his step-daughter. Aud of course he persisted to the eltect lie sought, lor witu an our bombast and fine rocket rhetoric concerning the lib erty and equality of our Government, truth Is that might is yet right, in the ethics of our Nineteenth Century civlli- zation. Thus Babie Blossom, the dainty lassie whose witcheries were once so potent with her dead papa, whose lifo was so inextricably interwoven with ber moth er's, became Col. Allston's ward. It is not for a moment to be thought that Blossom's paltry pension was the abject of her step-fathers machinations. Not so. His demand that she claim it was a part of his deep laid scheme to obtain the control of Blossom herself. The pension was only a necessary ruse, for he could advance no other plausible reason for a guardian to be appointed over a child who had no estate or purse to be protected. I need not recapitulate the persecu tions which this authorized tyrant, from this time on, laid upon mother and child. Every caress, every tender word bestowed upon Blossom by her mother, seemed to him a direct infringement upon his own rights. Mary did not at first understand that her love for her child inflamed her husband's hatred for Blossom, and when she did, her indig nation took almost the form of defiance. She snoko no word of rebellion, but. unwisely for one whom neither love nor law protected, and from whom only her own small guile could warn on persecu tions, made her love for Blossom as demonstrative as If it did not gall her husband to the quick. Then Col. Allston took the child from her mother, regardless of their grief and iudicnant expostulations, and placed her with his sister, in a distant country villiage. Poor Mary! what couiu sue do? Appeal to the law for the custody of her child? Tho law had already given it to her husband. Appeal to him? His heart was gall In its hatred of Blossom, and she appealed In vain. What could she do ? Only what thous ands upon thousands of heart-stricken women In our perfect Republic (?) do to day; fill the world with cries, "How long, oh Lord, how long!" For a dreary year Mary trod the wine press alone, hoping and fearing, hoping that the hard heart would become eter nally adamant. But He who rules gave entrance to another character upon the scenes of this life-drama whose name had not been, cast in the dramatis persons, aud that was Death. Col. Allston was stricken with a fatal malady justas Mary's heart was parting with hope, and her health was yielding to tho strain of long, continued grief. He lingered two weeks, then died with out a will. Thus Mary found herself at twenty-nine years or age a second time a widow, but with no threatening out- look of a second alternative between marriage and starvation. For the gen erous law, which takes the widow and tho fatherless into its gracious care, gave her a whole third of her husband's estate, while the other two thirds went to distant cousins, already burdened with over richness. Her first act after Col. Allston was covered with tho sod, was to take out guardianship papers for Blossom, then to receive her ,Babio" again to ber arms. Somo of you who were of the con course of women that went up to our State House day after day, a short tlmo ago, to add the argument of your pres ence to your earnest beseechlngs for the rignt or seir-government, may Havo seen a pale-faced woman who never failed to be there while the debate went on. She was one whose footfalls lmil lost all the elasticity of youth, whose brow was furrowed with deep lines of care, whose mouth had a pathetic droop, yet whose earnest eyes took in the significance of the icene, with fer vent, prayerful desire that tlie wisdom of God would illumine these councils of men. And when that Honorable spoke who gave the last utterance against our cause, ho who brought the blush of shame to pure cheeks by his assertions that woman and virtue would be forever divorced if universal suffrage prevailed, I saw her write a brier note upon a bor rowed bit of paper and send to him. I know that the bit of paper carried In dignaut protest against thatman's lying prophesies, for I know by her own sad face as well as by the golden-haired girl by her side, that she was no other than Babie Blossom's "little mamma.". Woman' r Journal. Fixnixo a Bootjack. A. house keeper writes' (lie following plaint to the Cleveland Leaden When the average husband of the period wants to find a bootjack he steps to the buttery door, and leaning against the doorway with his bands in his jiockets, whistles meditatively aa his eyes wander along the upper shelves. When a break in tlie tune occurs, you may know he has found tho cake, which he devours absently, still looking forthe bootjack. Being now deprived of that aid to reflection whistling, he executes a waltz in slow movement, sustained by a large piece or cake in one i anu, a slzablo pickle in the other. After a while, as the bootiack does not make its place. It you are wise, and simply and calmly point, like Columbia, to the ob ject iu question hanging on its accus tomed nail, he seizes upon itwrathfully, with tho solemn vow that it was not there when he went through the room before. The offending boots are finally left in the doorway where it is convenient to trip over them, aud serenity transpires, unless you have occasion to go around them, when you will at once see their value as a natural means of obstructing a passage-way. It is estimated that oue pair of boots judiciously disposed about an apartment of medium sizcywill pre vent cither a well-disposed person or a professional burglar from quietly mak ing his way about it. At tea time the average husband does not care about any cake; it isn't much like that his mother used to make. An Election Stokv. In an old Penn sylvania town, where they voted strictly in accordance with the dictates of the party leaders (so the story goes), the experiment was made of putting a new ticket in the field. A Mr. Green was the candidate selected, but by rea son of sickness be was unable to go to tbe polls on election day. When the returns were published, Sir. Green had just one vote. unagrineu at mis, and annoyed at tne accusation that he had voted for him self, he announced that if the person who had voted for him would come for ward and make affidavit to the facts, be would reward him with a suit of clothes. A few mornings afterward, a.burly Dutchman called upon Mr. Green, and abruptly remarked: "I vant3 dat suit of clo'es." "Then you are tho man who voted for me?" "Yah, I'm dat man." "Are you willing to make an affidavit on it?" "Yah. I swear to "em." Mr. Green, accompanied by the intel ligent voter, went to the office of tho Justice of the Peace, and the required affidavit wa3 made; upon which the clothes were purchased and given to the deponent. At parting, Mr. Green said: "Now, my friend, just answer me one question. How came you to vote for me?" "You vanta to know dat?" "Yes." "And you von't go back on the clo'es?" "No." "Veil," said he, slowly, and with a sly twinkle of the eye, "den I tole you I made a mistake in de ticket!" Ark Thkre Equestrian Anqels? An old farmer, a crabbed sort of a fellow, used to give his minister a load of hay every summer as his yearly present. Whenever he came with his load, the hay, somehow or other, used to be very low on the scaffold, and it gave him a good opportunity to scold. "How you do waste your hay, Parson D ! You have too much company; you shouldn't ask everybody that comes along to stay all night. Do as I do; when it comes dark, lock your door and go to bed." "But," replied the minister, "you would not turn a stranger away, would you, Mr. B ? Tlie Bible commends hos pitality; and you know It says that in entertaining strangers some have en tertained angels unawares!" "Aye, aye!" returned tho old gentleman, "but angels don't ride on horses!" A school inspector, examining tlie boys, put them through their "animal kingdom," and iu the course of his per formance rather grandly exclaimed: "Now, can any of you boys name to me an animal of the order Kdentata-that is, a front tooth, toothless animal ? A boy at once smitten with wisdom, replied, "I can." , , . i'Well, what is the animal? "My grandmother!" replied tho boj.