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Introduction.
Very nearly twenty years ago the author of
the following story, having always lived upon
a farm, and being wholly ignorant of all prac
tical knowledge of the literary world, her asso
ciations cop lined to the illiterate and strag
gling pioneers of the land of her adoption, con
ceived the Idea of entering in some way the
world's arena of letters. Being possessed of
fertile Imagination, Imperfect education, affec
tionate nature, feeble strength, and romantic
disposition, and having encountered many
strange experiences "which made her tired and
old before her time," Mrs. Dunlway compiled
her crude ideas in the form of a novel, many,
and Indeed all the important Incidents thereof,
belngfoundedupon facts, so grouped as to form
a connected story. She lias been Induced to
re-pnbllsh the work In these columns, partly
because of a desire to revise and correct the
original work of both herself and the publisher,
and partly because so often urged to do so by
subscribers, that she feels under obligation to
accede to tbel r demands.
Dedication.
To the Pioneers of Oregon, and to all friends
of the great Northwest who desire to awaken
an Interest in our State and "Washington Terri
tory in the minds ol the thousands of dwellers
In the frigid climate of Eastern winters and
the torrid temperature of Eastern summers,
this revised relic of the reminiscences of her
youth Is respectfully dedicated, by
The Author.
CHAPTER XX.
HUBERT'S RETURN.
The same excitement and bustle that
had characterized the preparations for
the former exhibitions, were repeated
in getting ready for this one. Mrs. Wel
den and her children, Florence and Miss
Martin, Maurice, Ada and Dr. Stanton,
took lodgings that Herbert had secured
for them for three days in town.
Much progress had been made in the
school by many of the students, for Mr.
Barton was not content with superficial
accomplishments, but required careful
and thorough investigation of every sci
ence, while the art and practice of elo
quent speech and composition received
a due share of his judicious attention.
Effle had read her composition and
had taken her seat upon the stage, while
waiting for Herbert and Eliza to finish
a dialogue, which, from its very singu
larity, was attracting the undivided at
tention of every oue, when a shadow
darkened the doorway. She looked in
voluntarily at the intruder. Surprise
drove the blood from her cheeks; her
vision was dimmed for a moment, but
the hot blood suddenly mounted to her
face again, giving a deeper hue to her
sunny curls, which at that moment
were suddenly burnished by the sun's
rays that darted from behind a western
cloud through the open window. The
little jewelry which she wore was taste
fully adjusted to suit her youthful ap
pearance, for, though now in her twen
tieth year, sbe appeared but little older
than the girl of fourteen who bad bo
deeply interested the audience, or part
of it, more than six years before.
The stranger, a noble-looking young
man, apparently twenty-six years of
age, silently took a seat, attracting no
particular attention from any one but
Effle. Hubert Munson had grown a
little in stature, and his slender figure
bad broadened into the symmetrical
proportions of a well-built frame. He
sported luxuriant whiskers, and had ac
quired something of the air of an Eng
lishman, by a residence in London,
where for several years he had lived
and dreamed and studied. He looked
hard at Effle for a few moments, and
then his eye sought his father's, who
averted his face, though Hubert knew
he had been recognized.
In compliance with his wife's request,
Mr. Munson had once written' to his
son stating a report, which, to do him
justice, had acquired something of the
semblance of truth, that Effle was soon
to be married to Ralph Holmes,
brother of "Winnie's, a lawyer, who be
fore "Winnie's marriage and removal to
California, had paid her marked
attention.
Hubert was advised to write to her no
more, for his father stated that she was
getting8polIed by flattery and attention,
and his continued writing would only
add to his causes for mortification in
the end.
Alas for the boasted firmness of hu
man integrity! Notwithstanding his
protested faith in his betrothed, be had
bitten bis step-mother's bait from his
father's band, and had been caught in
the net of distrust Mr. Munson be
lieved that what be had -written would
come true in time, for to him the Idea
that a city belle who received attractive
offers of marriage almost dailv would
reject them all for the sake of a first love
from whom she had heard nothing for
years, was preposterous. He advised
his son to settle in London after his
travels were completed, where he could
have ample opportunity to drown his
mortification In amusement and study.
Asud'dendesjre to visit hlschlldhood's
haunts had prompted htm to seek once
more the abode of bis youth. After a
brief sojourn in the Interior of Vermont,
where bis mother bad lived and died,
and a hasty visit among his college
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chums who yet remained in Philadel
phia, he embarked for Oregon, little
dreaming that the object, of his former
regard was yet awaiting his coming
with longing eyes and aching heart.
Effle "was too deeply absorbed In the
one great idea of the returned, to' pay
much heed to the closing exercises of
the day. As-if fate bad planned a ro
mance of reality in which she was to
figure as chief actress, the' closing song"
of the day was assigned to her and Her-
bert; her part being to sing and play,
while Herbert accompanied the per
formance with his flute. Her cheeks
had assumed a crimson hue, and the
fire of suppressed feelings had kindled a
glow of excitement in her' eyes when
she took her seat at the piano, facing
the audience, and threw her soul into an
old-fashioned love-song.
Flute and piano were scarcely heard
in comparison with the deep, earnest,
musical strains of the singer's voice,
who, without any effort to act her part,
warmed the subject with the fire of her
own deep heart. Power and pathos,
such as never before had so completely
crowned her public efforts, were this
time thrown into the spirit of her song,
and the listeners were entranced, until,
at the close, instead of a shower of bo
quets and loud cries for more, old and
young bowed their heads in silence, and
the tears of feeling dimmed the eyes of
many. To cover the silence which was
beginning to grow embarrassing, Eliza
Crandall, at a sign from the Principal,
took the seat that Effle had resigned,
and played a lively air, which gently
lowered the listeners from the height to
which they bad been carried.
A list of performances for the evening
was read, and with many thanks to the
audience, Mr. Barton dismissed them
until that time.
As soon as Hubert could elbow his
way through the throng of ladies and
gentlemen, who were striving to gain
admittance to the circle of successful
students, he stepped up to Effle and of
fered his hand. He gazed earnestly Into
her eyes; a look, that puzzled ber, as
she did not know that for years he had
thought her married.
"When did you return ?" she asked,
hesitatingly.
"I reached the city about an hour
ago."
"Why haveyou been absent so long ?" j
"No matter now. Is your brother
present?"
"Excuse me; I had not thought but
that you were acquainted. My brother,
Mr. Munson."
Herbert looked surprised as be so sud
denly confronted the intelligent looking
stranger of whom he had heard so much,
and the thought that his sister had
made a good selection crossed bis mind,
as he cordially grasped his hand.
'I will see you again, Miss Goodwin;
at present, I must look for father," he
said in an undertone, as he bowed him
self away.
Eliza Crandall observed aside to Mr.
Barton, that if he wanted to bear
another romance, be might hide behind
a pillar the next morning, and sbe
could entertain him with a story equal
to the last one "she bad invented.
Hubert met his father at the door. A
few words of greeting passed, and he
asked him to step aside from the crowd.
"Father, why did you write me that
Effle Goodwin was to be married, so
long ago?"
"I wrote just what I had reason to be
lieve, from Balph Holmes' attentions
and her manner of receiving them,
would be the result of their intimacy."
"And when you found that the report
was untrue, why didn't you inform me
of the mistake?"-
'I never thought It necessaryl I dare
say now, that sue doesn't care a ng
for you."
"That doesn't clear your skirts, dear
father. How am I to face ber and Bay
that the blame of my misconduct rests
upon my father's bead ?"
"Don't be concerned about that. You
can tell her that your studies keptyou
away. If she cares anything about you,
she'll be too happy to ask many ques-
tions; and if she doesn't regard you
very particularly, you needn't fell her
anything," ho replied, turning, as if
anxious to get away from the scrutiniz
ing gaze of his son.
Hubert stationed himself at the door,
intending to escort Effie to her boarding'
house, but Hugh Watersj whose matri
monial intentions were a secret to all
but the one interested, had the post,
and only stopping to receive an anxious
smile from his betrothed, be turned
away, and walked rapidly toward his
fatberb dwelling.
"Why, Hubert! you here?" ex-
claimed his step-mother, as he passed
the carriage In which Bhe was seated,
waiting for husband to get through an
argument with an aspiring political
demagogue.
Hubert offered his hand.
"You got the mitten, did you?" she
sald'exultlngly.
"I didn't orpc letters 1" he replied in
dignantly, With marked emphasis,
"Where isAllle?"
"There she comes." -
Hubert turned and beheld the little
creature, now over six years old, coming
toward the carriage. Sbe was tastefully
and elaborately dressed, and as beautiful
as childhood, Innocence and finery could
make her. "What a pity It is that Wo
j can't always be children," he said bit
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terly, as -he kissed his little sister, -who
seemed to know him.
"We have told her so muchaboutyou,
that she considers herself acquainted,"
said her mother, wishing to turn his
mind from the thoughts -she knew he
was indulging in regard to herself. He
did not reply, but set the child in the
carriage, and continued .his homeward
walk. But few of his old acquaintances
recognized him, and he had no further
interruption until he reached his fath
er's door. The old Irish cook a'dmitted
him with a "Bless me soul, honey, how
ye do change," as she scanned his coun
tenance.
He entered the garden, the "trystlng
place" of days gone by, and paced the
gravel walks, in no very enviable mood.
"Is this the reception I am doomed to
meet after- so many years of absence,"
he said al6ud.
He heard his father at the door, and
entered the parlor just as Allle came in,
ail smiles and happiness, to greet him.
His father asked him many questions
concerning bis travels and life abroad,
but he was not in an amiable humor,
and would only talk in monosyllables.
He glanced at the mirror, and started
at the sight of his. be-whlskered visage.
"While dinner is being prepared, I
believe I'll run up town and get shaved,
father," he remarked as he left the
bouse.
"This is awkward business Hattie,"
said Mr. Munson impatiently. "I'll
never trouble myself, with match-making
or breaking again, that is certain."
"Yes, it's awkward. That Impudent
jade will make out a great story on her
side. If Hubert could know her as well
as I do, he'd change his mind about her
artles'sness, of which he's boasted so
much."
"I don't know. If I had followed the
dictates' of my own conscience, I could
now be prepared to welcome her as a
daughter. As it is, I have hearkened to
you, and cannot look either her or Hu
bert in the face."
"lean!"
"I pity you then !" he answered indig
nantly. Hubert emerged from a barber's shop,
and had started back to his father's,
when he met Hugh Waters, who joined
him iu hia walk.
"Miss Goodwin. commissioned me to
inform you that she will be pleased to
seeyou iu the drawing-room of the
hotel."
"Are you a friend of that young lady ?'
"I once wanted to be something more,
but sbe told me confidentially that sbe
was engaged, and my fancy then wan
dered in another direction. I suppose
the news will not spread very far, by
letting you Into the secret."
Hubert felt a little vexed at the stran
ger's rudeness, and was about to reply,
when Hugh informed him that they
were opposite the hotel.
Fanny Waters and Effie were standing
at a bay window looking at the river,
and talking in an earnest undertone.
"Well, Mr. Kun-away! here have
Effie and I been waiting for fifteen min
utes for you to escort us down to din-
" said Fanny to Hugh, before she
noticed that.Hubert was with him.
"Mr. Munson, my sister," said Hugh.
Effie offered a chair, and dropped into
a seat, feeling deadly faint.
"I expect nothing else but that
greedy company will devour the last of
that savory meal. Come, Hugh," and
the brother and sister left the room.
The interview was painful to both the
lovers for a few moments, but soon, for
getful of all past doubts and troubles,
Effle was pillowing her head upon his
bosom, happy as a mortal could be.
'I always knewyou wouldcome," she
said lovingly.
"If I had not been a villain, I would
have come years ago. Do you know
why I stayed away ?"
"Your father told me oue day last
week that you had settled in Europe,
and would never return. Ho didn't tell
me why."
"Well, I will tell you. Hewrote me,
more than lour years ago, that you
were going to be married to Balph
Holmes. It was a rumor he had heard
and be never took the pains to correct
it."
Effle started with surprise. "Would
your father do. such.a thing ?"
"Not of himself, my birdie. But in
his case, you know there is a power be
hind the throne 'greater than the
throne.' Heis tobepitied, not blamed."
"I forgive him, with all my heart."
"I said that time would only clothe
my peerless one with deeper loveliness.
and the prophecy is fulfilled !" he ex
claimed, as he caught her in bis arms,
Footsteps were heard in the hall, and
soon the room was filled with -Effie's
friends, all of whom were introduced to
Hubert.
"Pardon me, Miss Willard," said Hu
bert, "but I wish to know If Michigan is
not your native State.?"
' "It Is. Why?"
"You so completely resemble a mater
nal aunt of mine who married a Mr.
Willard, in Vermont, and afterwards
removed to Michigan, that I. almost
called you cousin."
"Isltpossible? Whatwasyourmoth
ers name?"' ' - '.
"Beynolds."
"Tb& same. Isn't this, like a story
bobk? Bejolce with me, Effie; I have
found my long-lost cousm.Hubert !"
"She'll do that," Baid Hugh, slyly
.FkEE SPEECU.'FjtEB Phess, Feke PEOfLE.
then aloud "I'd like to see you get a
straight thread out of this.tangle."
We are all interested," remarked
Ada.
Florence withdrew a few paces from
her cousin,.and recited the following
story:
"My grandfather-Beynolds had two
daughters. One of them married a Mr.
Munson, and settled on'the old Vermont
homestead. The other married Mr.
Willard, who removed to Michigan, and
remained there until I, his daughter,
was, eleven years old. .He then dled-of
quick consumption, and my mother
soon followed him to the grave. We
wrote to Uncle Munson, butreceived no
answer, ana. aid not Know-wnere ne
had gone. A bachelor uncle, a brother
of my father si brought me with him to
this country, and I have this hour found
a cousin of whom I have not heard for
twelve years. This is my romance. I
might spin this untangled thread into a
skein a thousand miles long, if I had
the patience to do so and could get lis
teners," Bhe said, turning to Hugh.
'Now Hubert, we must hear your
story."
'My father has been in Oregon ten
years. He removed here shortly after
bis second marriage, for, liko my cousin,
I was left mothtfless at an early age.
Our mothers were twin sisters. Floy's
mother 'had just such ringlets as she
has. Her eyes were as black and fea
tures as fair; Mine, though equally
fair, had brown, glossy hair and pale
eyes. I was a frolicking yourrgster of
five years when aunt Mildred was mar
ried. I saw ber but seldom after her
removal, but I remember her distinctly
now, as the very Image of ray newly
found cousin."
"We'll have to call upon Eliza Cran-?
dall to weave a romance out of this
meeting," said Herbert, to his sister.
I can do It!" exclaimed Eliza,
roguishly, as she stepped from behind a
screen, where she had placed herself
without being seen by the others, much
to the amusement of Mrs. Welden and
Ada.
"You've dropped from cloud-land,
haven't you?"
Herbert was confused out of all
thought of playful repartee, but Fanny
came to the rescue.
"No, she hadn't dropped from cloud-
land, only stepped from behind a screen.
Mrs. Stanton showed mo her retreat,
and I've been aching to point her out
for the last ten minutes."
"Are you anxious to hear the story,
Mr. Goodwin? I suppose I must call
you Mr. in company, though you're
plain Herbert at school."
""iou needn't mind the story, or the
'Mr.' either, for that matter. At present
we will try to bo satisfied with realities,
and consign romances to oblivion."
"The 'realities' were what I proposed
to tell, but of course I shan't insist upon
it. There is one married man in the
company, and I'm going to talk to him
a while."
She took a seat beside Maurice, and
was soon conversing upon a scientific
topic with an interest that surprised
him
"I think," said Mrs. Welden, aside to
Ada, "that Cupid is at work all around
us. Miss Waters is tho only person I
see who is not smitten."
"Do you think Miss Crandall has
yielded to Cupid's machinations ?"
"If you'll remark the glances between
her and Hugh you'll find out whether
she has yielded or not. They studiously
avoid each other, and, long as we have
known him, be has never hinted that
he was acquainted with her."
"You're ahead of me in reading pliys
iognomy, Meggie"."
"Fanny, don't' you ever get smitten
with the Oregon mania of getting mar
ried?"
"Why, Mrs. Stanton ! do you suppose
anybody would have me? I'm twenty-
two years old ! There's no chance for
me in this country, unless Imarry some
old widower with a house full df jhil-
c)ren, and spend my life in servitude,
just for the honor of being a Mrs.. My
father can do better by me than any
other man can who will have me," and
she laughed a merry peal, that did not
sound as though she regretted having
lived 6ingle till grown
"Ladies and gentlemen, you will
please excuse me till the Institute bell
rings. I promised my father to .return
to dinner, and have stayed until twi
light," said Hubert, looking at his
watch.
Something attracted Herbert's atten
tion,
"Mr. Munson, will you pleaso to let
me look at that watch'"
"Certainly." ,.
Herbert took the valuable gold re
peater in bis hand, while he trembled
with emotion.
"What's the matter, brother?"
"Look!" and he pointed to the in
itials engraved upon the inside, of the
case. "(?. H. G. George Horace Good
win
; .my
father's and grandfather's
name."
"But perhaps there issonie mistake,"
and Effie grew as deeply excited a3 her
brother was,
"No; here'sascratchthatlmade with
my pen-knife, before mother sold it.
did it purposely, for I felt that I would
some time see it again."
"I purchased it at a pawnbroker's
shop In New York, at a reduced price,
I haye carried it ever eince I arrived at
New York, when I started upon my
long traveling expedition, more than
six years ago. I bought it before I had
been in the city an hour,"'and ho loosed
tho chain from his button-hole and
handed it to Herbert, adding- that, its
use had been compound interest on the
money invested in its purchase.
"Be sure to.come back in time to go
with us to the Institute," said Florence,
as he moved away.
"Trust me for that. I couldn't be
hired to remain away," with a meaning
smile, that was half-directed toward
Effle, who grew very deeply Interested
In the newly-found watch.
"Miss Martin, you must be taking
items; you have nothing to say," said
Mrs. Welden, with a smile.
"There is matsrial for 'items' here,
that is certain. I was just now remark
ing the healthy bloom upon Mrs: Cran
dall's cheeks. We don't often see such
rosy faces among the married ladies of
Oregon."
"The farmers' wives are overworked
in-doors, and the city ladies have too
little exercise in-doors or out. I turned
a new leaf under Mrs. Stanton's direc
tions, and from a'nervous, half-sick, de
pendent creature I have become
through the blessing ot God, and the
free use of His mountain air restored
to.perfect health."
I have frequently written to my
friends in the East about the poor
health of Oregon ladies," said Miss
Martin.
"If you had written respecting our
pure country air, which the farmers'
wives are generally too badly over
worked to enjoy, and had used your in
fluence to induce those in need of em
ployment, who would gladly work In
our kitchens, if they could get tho
chance to come to us, your letters would
have done more good."
"I thank you for setting me right, for
I had concluded that women could not
be healthy in thi3 country at all."
We are not so strong as our mothers
were, but if we will work In proportion
to our strength, and use proper exercise
and healthy food, we can have uninter
rupted good health. I have too much
faith in God to believe that He would
send sickness or early death upon us, if
we did not violate His laws."
'But there are places where, if we
live in strict conformity to tho rules for
life and health, we will be sick, because
the air is impure. Who makes the ira
pure air?"
"God makes the cause that produces
the effect. The cause is the necessary
decay of vegetation, or oft-times, the
stagnation of standing water, etc. But
our natural senses immediately warn us
to keep away, when we enter the vicin
ity of such places, or to render the air
pure by drainage or fires, In our eager
ness to amass riches we settle In such
places and cannot take the time to drain
the marshes and destroy decaying mat
ter. Again, in places where ague is
prevalent, a company of speculators,
with more enterprise than discretion,
form huge mill-dams, which they can't
afford to drain occasionally, lest their
work should stop, and the water be
comes diseased, poisonous. Sickness is
a natural consequence ; an effort of na
ture to throw off the impurities that are
constantly inhaled, eaten or drank.
Doses of calomel and quinine are ad
ministered, that appear to check the
progress of disease for a while, but a
permanent cure is not effected.- The
patient worries through a few miserable
years; blames the country ana hlsUod;
nature gives Up the struggle, and he dies,
Mankind is the author of much mischief
and misery that are attributed to mys
terious Providence."
"But why are women more subject to
disease than men ?"
"Because they get less pure air, and
let men say what they will to the con
trary, they endure more slavish toll
than- themselves. Whoever heard of
Oregon men working like slaves all
day, and then sitting up till midnight
to sew, without having tasted the un
adulterated nectar of God's pure atmos
phere for weeks ?"
Mrs- Welden had.become so interested
with ber theme that she did not notice
the interest she was attracting.
Dr. Stanton eyed her curiously over
his spectacles.
"Madam, where did you get your
skill ?" he asked", 'when she had ceased,
"From common sense, from expert
ence, and from your son and daughter,"
she replied, promptly.
"Did you evert Here are two women
and an M. D. discussing hygiene, as
though life and death were at stake this
moment, and they were judges of the
wager," said Hugh.
"Health and life and death are very
nearly allied, Hugh," said Mrs. Welden
"Oh, if I'm going to get a enamel
house lecture, I'll say no more7 he re
plied, trying to laugh.
"Why, brother! how can you be so
rude to ladles, and speak so jestingly of
horrible things?" said Fanny.
"They are not 'horrible' to those who
keep accounts balanced between them
selves and God," said Ada, with a radi
ant smile.
"I'm not in the humor to hear theo
logical points dlscusset just now, and
you will pardon me for changing the
subject."
Hubert re-entered at this moment,
the college-bell began to toll, and a gen
eral hurry and preparation among la-
dies'and children changed tho current
of conversation.
'T think you'll have company with
out me, won't you, Floy ?" whispered
her cousin, playfully.
"CertalnlySI'm not in the habit of
going without an escort. I'm certain I
shan't need jour'se'ryices," and she cast
t j i lis- -. tr...
a roguisu giuuue iuio ma ejra iu ju.ci-
bef t took his place by her side.
Effie looked more lovely than she had
ever appeared before.- The sudden ex
citement that had served to kindte the
glow upon her cheeks served to eeplt"
there; and her bright, blue eyes emitted
a beaming light of awakened happiness.
Hubert whispered, "I am proud of
you," a dozen times during their walk.
Hugh took his place beside Eliza, to
whom he had been engaged for a year,
but whose company he had never kept
in public until now.
"A married man ba3 .to perform
double duty, Ave times told," laughed
Maurice, as he escorted Fanny, Ada,
Mrs. Welden, Miss Martin and the six
children into the street.
'No one is better suited to the task,"
said Hugh. "Besides, you will soon
have help," he continued,"as Dr. Stan
ton, Sr., took his grand-children by' the
hand, repeating endearing coaxings and
ests.
"What did you really -think of Mrs.
Welden's talk this evening, Hugh?"
Eliza asked.
'It's important, I suppose. But when
health, death, or Providence, is the
theme of conversation I always want to
bo away. . I must apologize to the la
dies, though, for my thoughtless talk."
"Hugh, I begin to think seriously of
serious matters. JViy school-days are
now over, and I am going to see if I
can't live as Mrs. Stanton and Mrs.
Welden do. I'm afraid pf them, for I'm
not as good as they are. Effie and
Florence also belong to their stamp. I
looked at them to-day, when you
thought I hadn't, a serious or solid
thought in my rattle-pated cranium,
and seriously resolved, with the help of
God, to do and bo like them J'
"If you are going to be 'good,' I'd
rather see you imitate them than many
others I could name who profess to be
religious; but deep-toned morality, I
confess, always stifles me."
"I hope you'll talk differently from
this before long, Hugh. If you knew
how I desire to see you layasido your
frivolity, I believe you'd try to do it."
"Physician, heal thyself, I might say,
but there is more sense in your fun than
mine; I'll have to admit that."
"I'll try to quit it, if you wilL"
"I, want you always to be cheerful,
dear. Christianity would take better
with the world if those who profess it
would be 'not as the hypocrites are, of a
sad countenance,' that takes the form of
a holy horror whenever their particular
views are contradicted."
Holy and contented joy reigned in the
breasts of each of our friends on that
happy evening.
"Loving and beloved." Than this
there is not a more hallowed bliss, this
side of heaven. And if such union of
feeling causes so holy a sensation in our
souls upon earth, will we not realize
and enjoy it to a-still greater extent in
the bowers of Paradise ?
fTo be continued.
What OanJJTomen Do ?
Now, what is the reason women
should not select trades and professions
just as men do, and learn them, too? Of
course we aon't expect tuem to tase to
blacksmitniug, or become stevedores.
back-drivers or carpenters: but there
are plenty of other vocations to adopt.
II tney win oniy oegm patiently at me
beginning. Suppose it never becomes
necessary to work for a living, does it do
a body any harm to know how? Isn't
It better than a goiu deposit in tne bank
to have a "bread winner" always on
band? We must all strike out into the
ereat ocean of daily existence, but.it be
hooves us all to take our life-preservers
along ! "Women never nave done so !"
No. they never have they have starved.
and suffered, and perished quietly, and
let us nope mat tne oiacK cnapcer in
their history is approaching its end.
They never have done bo, but it is high
time tney did. xet tnem leave oil
leaning blindly on old-fashioned man
ners and customs, and let them lean
boldly on tbeir own right hand and
cunning brains. People never know
just bow much they can do until tbey
nave tried, i'roiessionai careers ior
women are by no means as unusual as
they once were. We do not mean pro
fessional careers sub rosa, for do we not
know ministers' wives that write their
husbands' sermons, and mathemati
cians' wives that make abstruse calcula
tions, and doctors' wives that have the
pharmacopoeia at tbeir fingers' ends?
We simply mean' the thing itself. Fe
male professors are beginning to occupy
college chairs; here and there females.
are heard of in coast surveys, and fe
males boldly enter the list of authorship
and editor-land, aye, and carry off lau
rels, too, irom unuer tne very nose.oi
wondering man. Why shouldn't they?
Waveriy Magazine.
This, from a Kentucky paper, is in
teresting: "The late Kentucky Legis
lature passed an act declaring that the
wages and compensation of married
women for labor and service performed
by them shall be free from the debts
and tiontrol of their husbands. For a
a number of years the courts of the
State have been authorized to empower
married women, on the joint application
of themselves and tbeir husbands, to act
as single women in matters of business.
So Kentucky is not so far behind the
rest of the world, after all." ic.
The barnacles on the bottom of the.
steamship "Great Eastern" form a layer'
six mcnes tnicic in places,- ana are esu
mated to weight three hundred tons.
Cprrespondcuts writlng"overassumed signa
tures must'mako known their names to the
Editor.or.-no attenUon.wlll bo given to their
communications. , .. .
' - . LACDAHCS. ' - iw
Or World, that rollest through the realms of
space, -. '- ' "
Aplotfted dn Nature's, robes' of Artless grace,
Thy grateful child sings praises r and the morn ,
The distant fields of, green and tasseled. corn,
The darkling forest, climbing yonder steep,
Whereon the tangled cloudlets soltly creep;
The far-off plain, ip- vernal drapery dressed,
The babbling brook, by forest shades caressed,
The border huntsman, eager for ihe chase,
The boatman, panting for a trial race.
Alike salute thee at the-witching honr
When Light, divided from th.Bark, proclaims
her magic power. ,
Since the prlmeval'days-Whan Darkness- grim"
Clothed thee, a shapeless wojrld, wth shadows
dim,"
What changes have come o'er thee ' Who can
tell
The wondrous potence of the. mighty spell
Called Chaos by thesa vans, when ye lay
Enwrapt In mist and gloom, awaiting promised
day? '
See: At thy fcet,0 Vprjdtprond Science kneels.
Her own abject humility, she feels,
As groping through the darkness of the. past
Full many a ray of light dawns on her path at
last. 1 t '
She tells' us that thou art yet young, O World ;
That thine own testimony hath unfurled
Upon the 11 vlng-jocfcs, with startling truth,
Irrefutable teachings of thy youth.'
And yet she says.that thou art, old, 0 Earth ;
That all the rolling eras since thy birth
Have clothed thee with the hoary marks of age
That bristle everywhere upon-' thy furrowed
page.
I muse'upon this paradox; full well'
I know the testimony that doth tell
Of time primordial, eras mlocene, -And,
yet ot other periods pliocene;
Of stratas tertiary; of fossils old, . ,
That ere the story of the Cross was told
Disported them upon auriferous beds,
Aquick with that organic life which sheds
Through its dumb, dead deposits. light divine,
That stirs the deepest depth's of thirsting soul
like mine.
O World, the Sun-slnga praises; and. the air.
With roseate glow, creeps up the misty stair
Of mountains basking in the morning breeze
That stoops to kiss the sighing, swaying trees.
Adown the vale a mighty river sweeps.
While o'er its swelling breast a tiny row-boat
leaps.
The dipping oars scarce "stir the slumbering
tide, "
As o.'er the silvery sheen, the' boatmen swiftly
glide. . ' ;
Afar the ravening waves arise, to fight
The hoary ocean with a mad delight;
For, ever since the waters from the land
Divided were by the pmniclent's hand,
And tho sad sea was bounded evermore
By the obtruding yet obedient shore.
He has not ceased to dash his tangled head
Against the encroaching floods upon yon reefs
outspread.
The great, bold headlands, the retreating rock,
. The beacon-light that man hath reared to mock
The furies of the ocean, and the. clouds
That in the hush of night the eagles' home en.
shrouds;
The tempest and the calm, and morn and night
Alike salute thee with supreme delight.
The gentle dews and blessed summer rain,
And the glad fields of golden, billowy grain.
Join in the anthem which to thee we sing,
While animate creations gladsome offerings
bring.
When man hath all the secrets of thy depths
explored,
And o'er the learned page thy mysteries all
outpoured, ...
Shall we salute thee with more heartfal zest
Than that wo bring thee now at Gratitude's
behest?
I trow not: and my happy heart is filled
With quiet wondering, and my being thrilled
With ecstasy unspeakable as I behold
So much and yet so little; for the half has not
been told.
A. J. D.
Astoria, Oregon, August, 1875.
As Editor's Appeal. As the report
that we are very wealthy has gone
abroad among our subscribers, and has
maae tnem awiui slow about paying up,
thinking doubtless we don't want the
money, we hasten to sav that therenort
of our wealth is false in every particu
lar. If ocean steamers were selling at a
cent a dozen, we couldn't make the first
payment onfa canoe. The lightning of
poverty has struck us square, and had
it not been for an armful of hay our
devil managed to steal from a blind
mule, our large and Interesting family
would be without a mouthful to eat at
this moment. Is not this a sad picture,
and can you, delinquent subscribers,
look upon it without-feeling the green
backs rustle, with, indignation in your
pocket-books? We do not like to dun
you, but we must, if you fail to take the
hint. Shenandoah ( Vt.) Democrat.
A new .steam-engine for street rail
roads has been introduced in London,
It is entirely enclosed, and presents the
appearance of "a small street car. The
advantages claimed lor this new pattern
are a saving of 300 per annum In the
working expenses of each car, and in
crease of speed when desirable, a more.
periect control ior starting and stopping
than at present, and that at each .termi
nus it can be disconnected and brought
to the front of the car In less time than
that taken by horses. The trials were
considered very satisfactory. The en
gine is to bo brought .into use In Jfarls,
also.
A justice of the peace living in another
county was recently-called upon by two
persons from Barton, Vc, who wished
to be married. Two weeks after per
forming the ceremony, he remembered
that the marriage was illegal! being
made;outof the county where the par
ties resided, so he married them again.
Some time later he. recollected that, he
had not been qualified for office in their
county, and taking the oath, he jer-
iormea tne ceremony a intra time.
Why is the letterK very unfortunate?
Because it is always in trouble, wretch
edness and misery, is the beginning of
riot and ruin, and is never found in
peace, innocence or love.
"Wa read in de good book," says a
colored Baptist, brother down South,
"ob John de Baptist; nebber ob John
de Methodist."
Agassiz was once pressed to' deliver a
lecture for pay, and replied: "I cannot
afford to waste my time for money."
It is a saddenning spectacle to see
people squandering mbneyj and know
that you can't help them do it.