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CHAPTER VIH.
Mrs. Morrison retired to her couch in
the wagon, thoroughly disgusted with
herself, her fate, and Jason Andrews.
"What will my children say? And
what would Mark say, if he knew it?"
sho asked herself over and over again,
as the hot tears fell fast upon her pillow.
"There's nothing attractive about Ja
son, I'm sure. And the name! Pshaw!
I can't think of givinglipthe honorable
name of my dear, dead husband ! I'll
make Jason release me from my vow to
morrow. The whole thing's a shame !"
Having settled her mind upon this
determination, the widow fell asleep, to
dream that she was in the midst of a
mighty, raging flood, whose waters
rolled and surged around her, while she
held aloft in her arms a little child that
made night hideous by its screams ot
terror.
Morniug found her awake and ex
hausted. The efforts she had made itt
her dream to rescue the child had been
so real, the exertion so fatiguing, that
every bone and muscle in her body was
aching with weariness. Peepiug from
her covert in the wagon, she was re
joiced to behold, instead of the angry
floods with which she had been battling,
the beautiful, rolling landscape that sur
rounded their encampment, and the
living spring hard by it, with a cheerful
fire burning near.
Jason Andrews was abroad, after the
cattle, and Harry was broiling some
venison.
"Why don't you wait till I get break
fast ready, before you begin to eat?"
asked his mother, as she languidly ap
proached the Are.
"Because I'm hungry," said the boy.
"But what's the matter? You look
like the last rose of summer."
"Why?"
Mrs. Morrison dropped her eyes to the
ground and blushed.
"You needn't ask me why ! How
should 1 know ?" answered the boy.
"I've had an awful dream," said tho
mother, as though speaking to herself.
"Mr. Andrews will soon be on hand
with the cattle," said Harry, "and you'd
better hurry up breakfast."
Thus admonished, Mrs. Morrison
moved about, as though yet in a troubled
dream, averting her eyes continually to
escape Harry's wondering gaze, and at
tending to the details of camp-life in an
abstracted, mechanical way.
"Halloa!" cried Jason, coming into
camp, and throwing the heavy whip,
with the usual thud, upon the wagon
bows. "Good-morning," replied the widow,
without looking up.
Had Jason Andrews been a sensitive
man; had he cared a single iota for the
feelings of Mrs. Morrison toward him
self as related to matrimony, be would
have been deeply concerned by her aver
sion. But he enjoyed the popular delu
sion so generally indulged in by the
practical, unthinking sons and daugh
ters of earth, that possession was nine
points in law, and possession bad al
ready been promised, so he was se
renely satisfied. He spoke in a patron
izing way to Harry, and disgusted the
boy with bis assumptions; but so well
pleased with himself was he, that he did
not perceive the child's contempt The
widow noticed it, however, and rallied
herself with an attempt to smile. The
smile was a grimace, however, and to
tally unlike those usually given by the
author.
"She's a little rantaukerous," thought
Jason, "but I won't say nothiu'. "When
I've caged my bird, it'll be time enough
to make 'er walk the chalk."
Very gracious and assiduous was the
suitor during the breakfast hour; and
very kind and attentive was he in his
fibrts to lighten the widow's necessary
moor.
Pity she could not remember how un
gracious he had been in his first wife's
days; but a woman who is wooed and
won always imagines that she, above
all others, will be able to hold captive
by herlovelinesg, the man who declares
that he cannot live without her. If
some other woman has failed, to her
knowledge, to convert him into ways of
pleasantnesa and peace, it is always the
fault of that woman; and never, never,
in her judgment, would such a man
have failed in his fullest discharge of
duty, had the first wife always been suf
ficiently obliging aud affectionate.
"What's come over Jason this morn
ing?" queried Harry, as he sat beside
his mother in the wagon, while the ob
Ject of his inquiries stepped briskly be
side the plodding oxen.
"Why?" asked his mother. "Have
you noticed anything unusual about
him?"
"He steps like a yearling filly, and
bis face beams like a varnished pump
kin," said Harry.
"How do you like him, anyhow?"
asked the mother, tremulously.
"Well enough, for all the use I have
for him, and that's very little," an
swered the boy.
"He's a very industrious man."
"Yes, he'll work, if you'll let him
growl and grumble enough about.it."
"And he's kind."
"That's owing to what you callkind
ness. He's good enough when the hu
mor strikes him, but I'd hate to be in
his power."
"So would I," exclaimed the mother,
involuntarily, while a shudder passed
over her frame. "Am I not already in
his power?" she thought.
"He's as ignorant as an ox," con
tinued Harry. "We've had books and
papers, and a checker-board aud copy
books for the last two years, and longer,
and while all the rest of us, you includ
ed, have spent the evenings in learning
something useful or pleasant, Jason sits
as sleepy as a buffalo till bed-time, and
then mopes off to bed like a ground-hog.
I like a man that has snap in him a
man that will drive things and keep 'em
going, even if he sometimes gets angry,
and plays general smash for a minute or
two."
"Mr. Andrews isn't a model for amia
bility of temper, by any 'means," said
tlje mother in a low voice, modulated,
as Harry's had been, to prevent' the ob-
ect of their conversation from over
hearing.
"You're right as to that," answered
Harry; "but he's a perfect model for a
conceited, churlish dunce."
"Guess it's my turn to ride," said Ja
son, as, suiting the actiou to the word,
he clambered upon the wagon-toUgue,
while Harry dismounted to take Ills
place beside the oxen.
Mrs. Morrison sat for a loug time with
her face averted. In her heart she
loathed the man to whom she had, in a
moment of weakness, allowed herself to
pledge her hand for better or for worse.
She loathed herself, too, for having
yielded to the temptation, aud now the
battle between ber repugnance to the
proposed union and her own ideas of
honor was a fearful one.
"What ye thinkin' about, Nannie,
dear ?"
Jason Andrews looked tenderly into
the widow's eyes, and smiled after the
manner of every love-lorn swain since
Adam lived and courted, and she
blushed violently as he whispered the
question.
"Oh, Mr. Andrews ! please forget our
conversation last night !" she pleaded.
"It is all like a dreadful dream to me."
"It's amazin' sweet an' real like to
me, darlin'. It's been so loug since I
had anybody to love me. Of course ye
can't back out an' be bon'able. No
woman would, after she had 'lowed a
man to kiss her !"
A strange thrill of terror passed
through the widow's frame. To recover
the vantage ground she had so weakly
and foolishly lost in that billing and
cooing season, she would willingly have
bartered life. And, as his brawny,
freckled hand grasped hers in a passion
ate hold, and bis hot breath flashed in
her flushed, humiliated face, she would
have welcomed the very mountains to
fall upon and crush her.
"While we're about It, Nannie, dar
lin, ye'd just as well name the day.
The best an' only way to stop gossipy
tongues is to obey the laws of the United
States, an' git married at once."
'But the children !" pleaded Mrs.
Morrison. "What will they do? What
will Madge say ?"
"They can say what they please, and
be blasted, after the knot's tied,"
thought Jason, but he was far too wily
to express it openly.
"The best thing we can do for them is
to git married to-night, at The Falls.
The chlldreu'll submit all right when
they see it's no use to object. Do say
to-nigltf, darlin', do ! I want ye to be
all mine. The sweet little yes ye whis
pered yesterday has cooed in my heart
ever since, like a dove's music."
Had Mrs. Morrison overheard Jason
Andrews talking sentiment to any other
woman, she would have considerd it a
capital joke. As it was, there certainly
was no fun in it. There was fascination,
however, as well as desperation, and
these made hersuddeniy calm and reso
lute.
"I see that there is no escape," she
said, firmly, as she gazed away, over the
head: of the oxen, and out into the
blue, wide expanse of atmosphere that
bounded the beautiful prairie.
"Will ye say to-uight, then ?"
"Yes, to-night."
The rhapsodies that followed were the
direst inflictions upon ber disenchanted
ear, but she felt that now the Rubicon
was passed, the next step was to burn
the bridges.
The marriage laws in the Territory at
that early period were primitive to the
extreme of siinplicity: It was only
necessary for the consenting parties to
go to a minister or magistrate and pro
nounce the vows, according to no partic
ular formula, and the work was done
which human beings so ofteu charge to
Omnipotence, but which, in reality, is
often the result of human imperfections,
and a short-sightedness that is born of
ignorance and sustained by prejudice.
"Shan't I tell Harry about it ?" asked
the groom expectant.
Mrs. Morrison blushed amd shud
dered.
"For pity's sake, don't say a word to
him !" she exclaimed, with a little
spasm of mortification. "I wouldn't
have my children know it for the
world.'?
"Just how ye'll help It isn't clear to
me, when the knot's as good as tied al
ready," thought Jason, but be held bis
peace.
It. was near the close of the .day that
bad been so long and miserable to Mrs.
Andrews; and yet', long and miserable
as it was, she bad Bilently prayed that
evening might never come, wheu the
lazy team emerged from a stretch of
mammoth woods and descended the
long, rocky hill that, overlooked the lit
tle pioneer city of The Falls.
Had the widow's mind been free from
a new entanglement, she would have
gazed with rapture upon the beautiful
scene before her.
The falls, from which the little city
took its name, looked a very Niagara.in
their magnificent proportions. The city
itself, cuddle'd like" a pet kitten under
the sunny side of ajoug range of gray,
high bluffs of rock, .that raised their
hoary battlements in the air aud bathed
their brows in the roseate beams of the
descending sun, looked like a thing of
life, as the white waters of the cataract
laved its feet with their busy eddies.
"Oh, God !" sighed the widow.
Was all this beauty made .by Thee,
only to mock humanity In its misery
and helplessness ?"
"It was made for us that we might ac
cept it, an' the conditions Providence as
signs us with thankfulness," said Jason,
accompanying the sage remark with au
e;iger, earnest gaze into her shrinking
eyes.
'That's rich!" cried Harry, who, for
ouce, had overheard. "You'd make a
capital preacher, Brother Andrews;
only it ain't a bit like you to be preach
ing about blessings and thankfulness
and things. You generally give us the
other side of the question. What's
up?"
"You'd better'tell him, an' save a pos
sible row when we get to the parson's,"
suggested Jason, in a low tone.
"I couldn't tell him if I died for not
doing it," replied the mother.
"Then J will."
"Have your own way about, it, then.
I'm ready for anything."
"What d'ye think, Hnrry? Me an'
the ole. woman are goin' to be spliced
wheu we git to The Falls 1" exclaimed
Jason, speaking with a sort of desperate,
braggadocio air, that plainly meant, "If
ye don't like it, what ye goin' to do
about it, anyway?"
"What?' and Harry looked up, ap
palled.
"Jist that."
"Oh, mother ! It isn't true, is it ?"
"Yes," faltered the mother, gazing
straight ahead, over the backs of the
cattle, and beyond the town, into the
raging falls. -
How she wished that she might
plunge headloug over the foamiug cata
ract, and into the dark abyss below.
Then, gazing down the river, below the
falls, she saw the broad expanse of busy
waters sullenly bearing their burden of
canoes, loaded with life and mer
chandise. "I'm like that mighty cataract, now,"
she thought. "I'm angry and desper
ate. It's too late to save myself from a
plunge into the dark, hymeneal gulf;
but there will come the sullen calmness
of endurance after the terrible leap is
made. I'm ready for the sacrifice."
Thus musing, she failed to heed the
questions and remonstrances of Harry,
and the wagon was soon halted in front
of tho Hudson Bay Company's trading
exchange, where swarms of lazy Indi
ans lounged among indolent white, men
and freely imbibed their vices, while
they generally failed to appreciate their
virtues.
The chief of the Hudson Bay Com
pany's men, a venerable, white-haired,
benevolent gentleman, who was al
ways ready to do what he might to
serve the people in any honorable way,
was taken aside by the groom-to-be, who
received the necessary directions as to
the matrimonial preliminaries, while
the waiting bride aimlessly selected her
needed articles of merchandise in the
store, and Harry went with the wagon
to the grassy suburbs of the town, to
make a camp and turn his oxen out to
graze.
In half au hour Mr. Andrews re
turned with a minister, who had been
surprised in a vigorous attack upon a
wood-pile, and who, as he had been in
formed that the case was urgent, came
in his shirt sleeves and thick, stubby
beard, that suggested the need of a razor.
The marriage ceremony was as uncer
emonious as it was impressive. The
good minister very devoutly invoked
the blessing of heaven upon the union;
the nonchalant Indians looked on and
grunted; the white spectators passed a
few unseemly .comments, and Mrs. Ja
son Andrews number two turned her
face away from her "new protector and
continued her marketing, heedless
of the consequences of the great
plunge she bad made into the
abyss of matrimony, as though tbe'Ia
boring, enduring life she must lead
henceforth did not deserve an after
thought. A half-hour later, and her purchases
were concluded. Returning to the
camp iu the suburbs, she busied herself
about her accustomed duties; and when
the stars came out In thejr glitter to be
deck the Brow of night with golden
glory, and Harry came sobbing to ber
side to beruuelyrepul?ed by. his step
father, whom human law lint) nlnrfl
, . , : l .
between Tifmself aud his mother and
empowered him with a dominion that
waa absolute, the thought of Madge
came back to the bride of an hour with
appalling intensity, aud she seemed to
bear the solemn warning, ''Be careful
about trying any new experiment.
You'll rue It if you do !'t
To be continued.'
"Y0TJES TETJLY" HEAES'OP TOM."
Xiet's see it was nearly two years
ago, wasn't it, Mrs. D., the last time
Yours Truly had seen of heard of Tom,?
You were in California then, and the
temperance reform had resulted in the
incarceration of crusaders in the city
jail in Portland, and Yours Truly, anx
ious to benefit the public by reportorial
critiques (which, by the way, she often
furnishes the papers, and never gets any
money for), visited the jail and wit
nessed (he trial of the .ladies at poliqe
headquarters, that she might be able to
write it up. Do you remember, Mrs.
D. ? Of course you don't, though, for
you weren't there; but Yours Truly well
remembers that broad-shouldered Tom,
to whom she was ouce engaged, and
with whom she bad had a quarrel
you'd call It a row, but Professor Royal
says the word isu't elegant broad
shouldered Tom stood on the door-step
and said he "wouldn't allow Jtis wife to
he a crusader," aud Yours Truly in
wardly applauded one girl of the period
as the important ex-suitor laid bis audi
ble commands on that mythical piece of
property, and said to herself, "What a
blessing 'tis that Tom's wife is an im
aginary creature! His ruling would
drive any sensible woman desperate."
But Tom's wife is a mytli no longer.
"Madge Bright" has become "Mrs.
Tom;" and if ever Yours Truly blest the
lucky stars that provoked the lovers'
quarrel that prevented her from step
ping into that particular matrimonial
noose, it was when she read poor
Madge's experience as "with fingers
weary and worn, and eyelids heavy and
red," she had plied the bujy needle in
the midst of her house-keeping to econ
omize, as Tom never would.
But Yours Truly rejoices that Tom's
wife is a sensible, sprightly, vivacious,
thinking, talking, and writing mortal,
with a good eye for the beautiful, and
that she will have good dresses, even if
Tom, by his unreasonable stinginess
and impudent arguments, that cannot
be answered, simply because there is no
logic in them, drives her, while plying
her busy needle, into a "perturbed state
of mind."
Then, too, If Tom hadn't married
Madge, her life might have flown so
smoothly on toward its setting sun that
she never would have thought it worth
while to illumine the pages of the New
Northwest with her welcome Bright
ness. Persevere, proud, patient, piquant,
incomparable Madge. Your letters
sparkle like sun-lit dew-drops in the
kitchens and sewing-rooms, and at the
wash-tubs and churns and mops and
cradles and cooking-stoves of thousands
of weary wives, whose protecting
"Toms" are telling yarns in the village
stores or playing cards in the city dog
geries. They light up the hearth-stone
in many a lonely home, where the wife
sits stitching in solitude through the
long evenings, or the girl of the period
Is bending alone over a fasbiou-plate,
studying desigus for ber apparel that
may please the eyes of men who scold
about the extravagance they admire,
while those same consistent lords are
treating their associates at the bar at
two bits a drink, or spending several
dollars every day at billiard tables.
Your courage i3 inspiring, Bright
Madge. Of course the matrimouial
turn will come to every girl of the
period some day; and every gem of
truth that sensible women send forth to
sparkle in the public prints will shine
somewhere, in the eyes of some lord of
creation, who will see the errors of the
world's ways and do his personal duty
to ameud them.
Yours Truly confesses a growing par
tiality for the "horrid men." There's
no use talking, Mrs. D. The world
wouldn't be worth a cent without 'em
With all their faults, we love 'em still.
Yours Truly isn't discouraged at losing
broad-shouldered Tom, though she con
fesses that she does feel a trifle piqued
at the reflection that after all a greater
person accepted htm at last. But there's
as good a fish in the sea as ever was
caught.
Yonder comes the governor with that
dry-goods bill from Lewis & Strauss',
And, would you believe it, Mrs. D., he's
got the very copy of the New Nort"h
. west in his hand that told you all about
that bill and the opera. Should she sur
vive the collision that is imminent and
inevitable, you may again hear from
Yours Truly.
Recently a vote was taken amongst
the patients at Sr. Jackson's Water
Cure, Dausville, New York, upon
Woman Suffrage, and the result was as
follows: Whole number of votes cast,
149; for suffrage, 115; against, 34; ma.
jority for Woman Suffrage, 81.
At the annual examination for women
at Harvard "University, five young
women received ceruncates mat they
have found elsewhere the means of In
struction which Harvard itself denies
them. And for this certificate Harvard
charges these ladies a fee.
Why is a lawyer like a restless man
in bed? Because he first lies on one
side then on the other.
Catherine Donovan died in NewYork
city recently in the 104th year of her
age.
How to Begin Home Xife.
A STORY OP TWO FARMERS' WIVES ECONOMIZ
ING LIFE.
.My heart goes out toward that woman
who can read only while she is churn
ing. I long to say to her, "Take one of
those 'hired men' from the field and let
bim churn. Seize your book or-maga-
zine, as may be, seek the coziest room
In your house, sink into the easiest
chair, and read till the butter comes.
Then if you haven't water iu the
kitchen, send him for two' large pails
full from the well. or .spring." Certainly
husbands "don't know" the weariness
of woman's work. But are they only to
be blamed for their ignorance? When
the loving husband takes the fair hand
of his new-made wife, his understanding
of her is exceedingly limited. But on
that rose-tinted day begins her enlight
ening'of his understanding. He is not
exempt from certain knowledge of the
capabilities of bis mother, for instance.
But he does not as yet understand that
this dear wife, with her pretty white
hands, is a creature to rise at 4 o'clock
in the morning and work till 9; 17 hours
of toil ! It does not yet enter into his
heart that she shall carry heavy pails of
water from a distant spring, and get
dinner with the baby ou her hip, with
like labors, relics of darker ages.
Whether you know it or not, fair bride,
in your hands lies his understanding of
these things. Ten or fifteen years from
now you cannot expect he will disbe
lieve what all that time your practice
has been teaching him. And though
the teaching lias blanched your cheek,
and calloused your hands, and made
fretwork of your forehead, and stolen
the grace from your form, he will be
one of the "don't know" husbands. Nor
will this faded "mother" find it as easy
to stay the continuing of this unto
death, as might that young wife, radi
ant with health and beauty, have found
it to teach the admiring husband that
these things were not for her. A
"mother" with five children about her
the eldest scarcely twelve, the baby
not out of bis long clothes brought a
couple of large pails to a "hired man,"
and said, in a hesitating aud appealing
way, "Will you bring me some water,
please?" It was uoon, of a hot mid-
summerday, and two hired men lounged
on the grass in front of the door, enjoy
ing the shade of a large elm. Her bus
baud lifted bis eyes-from his paper and
said: "Mother, I wouldn't ask the men
to do chores between hours." That was
all. But isn't that the key to it all?
Picture to yourself the three strong men
resting and reading, aud this worn
mother, faint from her heavy burdens
of the morning, and the outgiving of
her life to another, reproved for asking
a pail of water. But do not blame the
man over much. Hearken to a few se
crets from that woman's teachings.
When I was a little girl, two young
ladies were graduated at a seminary,
and returned home to our village.
Withiu a twelvemonth both married.
This woman of whom I have been tell
ing you married a professional' man,
college-bred. A farm, with grist-mill
and water privileges, was inherited by
him within tbe.year after marriage, and
closing his office, that was not greatly
besieged by clients, he hied him back
to his native village and his farm.
"Hired men" in abundance took care of
tlie mill and worked the farm. Un
aided, the ambitious wife did the house
work. Early breakfast, milking, care
of milk, calf-feeding, poultry-feeding,
preceded tue regular employment ot tue
day. "Hired men" fed calves and car
ried water at first. One morning the
clouds were lowering; the east meadow
was spanned by swaths of cut grass.
"Take your men right along," said this
wife. "I'll churn this morning," she
said, in another like emergency, teach
ing that a burden more was of less mo
ment than a few forkfuls of grass.
When the children came, a "girl" came
to help for a short time, but "a girl was
so wasteful," and "the work wasn't
done as I do it." Aud of course the
husband counted the dollars saved, and
grew to think that whatawomau did
was clear gain. Gradually the fair girl
became a middle-aged woman, with
large-jointed hands and wrinkled face,
and truth compels me to add, a rather
coarse aud scolding woman. At this
time the husband is about closing a lec
ture tour through the Middle States.
He is a shrewd, enlightened man. The
wife is at 'home feeding his chickens.
This husband and wife have grown far
away from each other. This wife says
to young wives, "It isu't your duty to
go without necessary sleep when your
baby is little, nor to rise early and lie
down late for the sake of the dollars
'help' costs. Don't do it, my dears."
The other young wife began life under
less favorable auspices. Would you
know how she saved herself from the
bitter heritage ? They went directly to
a farm, where the "hired men" swarmed
about to be fed and housed. "Hubby,"
she said, "I cannot wash for these men,
nor cleah the kitchen after so many
heavy hoots. If they must have it done
here, send for S to help me on wash
ing day." A stout woman .came, to
whom the day's work each week was
the means of seuding her boy to an ad
vanced school. And if heavy ironings
or cleanings loomed mountain high
over this young house-keeper, stronger
arms soon made or ttiem moie-nuis.
And with new vigor, instead of weari
ness, these hard days becone really
easy davs. One hot day came a high
pulseaud throbbing temples. Stooping
down to the oven, a black mist swam
before her eyes. Her physical being
seemed calling for rest. "Is it my duty
to force this body. of mine to go on at
any cost?" she asked herself. And she
felt It was not. Going out to her hus
band, resting from the noonday heat
under the shaded porch, sue saiu: "i am,
dizzy and faint. You must help dish
un 'tbe dinner, then send over to H 's
aud try to find a girl to help, through
harvesting." A darling baby boy soon
made the "girl" a fixture in that home.
When after a restless night with baby,
this mother nestled down beside her
bov for a morning nap while he took
his, her old schoolmate was up, often at
4 o'clock, hurrying the dairy work and
breakfast away before baby awoke.
This wiser woman did not forget her old
friends among the book-shelves and
magazines, and new books found their
way into tne iarra-nouse. sometimes
they were read while babywas going to
sleep, often undercircumstances persons
of more leisure would regard as prepos
terous;' but they were read. The eldest
daughter writes fond letters to "mam
ma" from a stylish city home, while the
first born, a fine fellow just out of col
lege, Is avowedly proud of his handsome
mother. Her-husband has represented
his district at the State capital, but the
wife has not fallen. behind; she remains
a companion. The marriage that began
at the; altar has resulted in the perfect
marriage that only . years compass,
making one in heart and mind, as the
servant of God makes qne in name. O,
wives and mothers, look' about you !
See to it that there are not burdens. rest
ing upon you that wrong your children,
your husband, and yourself.
The British Bar-Maid.
The strong desire of smart, respectable
young women to obtain the place of
bar-maid behind a public-house counter
is e.vinced by the number of 'applicants
offering their services In the, licensed
victualers' newspapers, -describing
themselves as tall, genteel, well-educated,
attractive, never been out before,
and ready to serve months without
wages. I, have, iu my time known many
attractive bar-maids, and have often
beard from their lips tales of misery,
whilst others, full of gaiety, would not
exchange their position except upon a
"very eligible offer." Numbers of
young females have been brought to
the bar through unthinking friends of
"mine host" the latter taking the,
maids upon the sole recommendation of
customers; and, ouce installed bar
maids, bar-maids they must. continue,
unless married, for few would accept
their services in any other capacity.
A great many undoubtedly like the.po
sition from the pure love of admiration
and vanity. They are to be talked to,
and converse with flatterers and admir
ers;, and their fondness for dress is con
siderably (tightened by the opportuni
ties aflorded of "showing ott" to the
"fellows" using the tavern. It would
be far from. the truth to assert that all
this allurement to Improprieties with
men leads to evil courses as a rule, for
as a class, placed in so many ways' of
temptation, bar-maids are far more
moral than auy other female employes
that could be easily named. They have
no objection to be made love to aad ac
cept presents from "softheads" and
"spooneys," but catch them outside the
bar with such ! In mauy bouses 'of the
west end of the city, used by clerks,
lawyers, and shopmen, the landlords
find it greatly to their interest to have
handsome, fine, showy, attractive, and
talkative "young ladies" behiud the
bar. The conversation at these houses
is by no means of the "goody school of
alphabet." Many of these "young la
dies" have rich dresses in the bight of
fashion, found them by their employers.
and only serve at those hours wheu the
"giddyites" look in to liquor-up and
feed. It may be piety, or something
else, that causes this branch of bar-
maidenhood to forsake the taps on the
seventh day, but certain, it is, they al
ways have their Sundays out, and are
to be seen at Kew, Richmond, aud even
the "Zoo," escorted by rich admirers.
Many marry rich men, aud not long
siuce a Jermyn-street bar-maid was
united to a wealthy ship-owner- and
member of Parliament. The old gent in
this case married out of gratitude for
the young lady's civility when be was
takeu queer at the bar. Most bar-maids
possess the virtues of civility and polite
ness, until their customers get queerly
otherwise, aud are asking for "tick,"
when the virtues disappear altogether,
and instead of "please give your orders,
gentlemen," the gentlemen are "ordered
out." "With respect to remuneration
being an inducement to enter the1 ser
vices of the "bar," it must be otherwise,
for the general wages average only 10
to 12 per year. . In regard to ,easy and
pleasant duties as encouraging females
to seek such employment, those who
have thought so at first must have been
sadly disappointed. In many west end
houses, bar-maids are down by 5 o'clock
in the morniug, aud with the exception
of three hours' rest in the less busy
hours of the day, they are at work until
half-past 12 at night. They have to
clean the floor of the bar, the taps, and
glasses. They are in many cases never
still or off their feet from early morn to
the middle of the night. On Sundays
they have a few hours to themselves,
which are taken up in cleaning out
their garret anil. arranging or mendiug
their clothes. Ouce a month they are
allowed a "day out." They have- to si
lently bear the filthiest language and
disgusting sights, particularly from
their own sex. They have to put up
with insults from the lowest or the low
without a murmur, and all this for less
wages than is paid for maids-of-all-work
Emily Faithfut.
At the late commencement of the As
bury University, a lady (Flora S. Tur
man) attained the first honor, and was
valedictorian of the class. Aud this in
a class of thiry-four, thirty of whom
were young men. This "University is
patronized and supported by the oldest
and best families of the great State of
Indiana.
"Worse yet, Iu Alleghany College,
(Meadviile, Pa.,) another co-educative
institution, the young women carried off
both the first and second, houors, Miss
Julia Morum being Salutatorian, and
Miss Annie M. Warner Valedlctoriau.
Here the class numbered ten, proportion
of the sexes, not reported. The oppo
nents of co-education are in such straits
for arguments just now, that we cheer
fully provide them with this new illus
tration of the evils of the system.
Kate Coffin, a character well known
to Newburvport people, has just died at
the alms-house, where she had been for
thirty-seven years. Her father, .Lemuel
Coffin, was a revolutionary soldier, and
was in the body-guard of General
Washington. He was a wealthy shoe-
dealer, after the war, and his daugnter
was the belle of the South end. 15 ut the
parents died, the fortune was lost, aud
the beautiful girl, not knowing how to
work, and holding Dr. .Holland's theory
that everv woman ought to be sup
ported, made the strange choice of
throwing herseir upon tnecnarity oi tne
town. Thus she has- lived until the age
of eighty-three, receiving, callers with
the air of a lady, which charmed all,
even in her old age. Her cousin, Cap
tain Abel Coffin, brought tlie Siamese
twins to this country.
Bring back into the right: way one
who has gone astray; correct the errors
of mankind where you can, aud inspire
them with" a love of virtue; restore the
airay aueep iu tue iuiu.
When has a person tbrea bands?
Wheu tie has a right hand, a left hand,
and a little behind liana. ...
There are slxtr persons in the Massa
chusett8 State Prison who are sentenced
for life.
;;0 CIS IDEJ
BT- CARL SPENCER. .
While, the hearth. Is warm, and light,
Yet none of all the group about .
Know what a glory striked the' night
When one poor wanderer. stands without.
To. them their righ.t-of .earth has come;
One only oh, how. sad her eyes t
Outside of love and hope' and home
Looks In, beholding paradise. ; .
Foe all, the cold and famine say,
Scarce can the happy hearts believe
How .sweet the bread of every day,
How glad the, fires of every eve.
The poor know well what wealth can do;
The rich' their happiest chances miss;
We sit too near to grasp the vleV,
Or stand too far to lcel the. bliss.
Ah, life ! what songs are sung outside
For alms Of voiceless souls within!
What halo crowns the blls$- denied f
What ,glory Jlies from, hands, that win !
For eyes see more than taste or touch
Poorcnses to the soul can prove;
The loogin? heart divines too much;
Joy mocks her still at one .remove.
How passes this wild nlgbt of time
With songs around the Father's hearth,
When thete s)ow hounc ot darkness chime
wiui .uub lue exue strains oi eartu I
Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard;
The heart roes wanderin'sr un anri itnvn-
From fleeting glimpse and broken word
urows last ana iair. ner love's renown.
Dear heaven! no more this heart could bear,
Bo sweet thou art. SO sore she loiurs:
Thy very darkened doors are ftilr;
iny silence broods to .warm ner songs.
And not thine, endless jrears can win.
Her first high raptures rrom the Bride,
Who still remcmberetht safe within.
j. uk years sue wepi ana prayeu outside.
Harper's, Maguzlue.
Lady Lawyers in Supreme Court.
Under the above heading the Wiscon
sin Stale Journal devotes nearly three
columns to the case of Miss Good ell, on
her petition to practice law, in the Su
preme Court of Wisconsin., The editor,
iu a straight-forward and manly way,
takes the part of Miss Gopdell. He
says :
Miss Goodell, of Janesville, 1b a dulv
admitted practiciug attorney in good
standing iu the Twelfth Judicial Circuit
of Wiseouslu. Having a case iu the
Supreme Court, she sought admission as
attorney in that tribunal.
It is not claimed that Miss Goodell
lacks the requisite legal requirements to
practice in ine supreme Uourt. It can
not be doubted, we apprehend, that the
ability shown in presenting her own
case is evidence, that .she can well pre
sent the cases of her clients. "While
women practice medicine, preach and
teach- successfully, we see no reason
why they may not be permitted to
practice law also. The case in which
she is engaged is a very Interesting one.
it originated in jetterson county, and
there is a woman on each side. A fos
ter child, or adopted daughter, bad, it is
alleged, certain property left in trust for
her by a man who' died a few years
since. The widow of the deceased, it is
said, made a settlement with the child,
and promised to pay a certain sum, and
subseouentlv refused to Dav it. It is
the recovery of this sum that is in dis
pute, Col. G. W. Bird, the Governor's
private secretary, being attorney for the
plaintiff, and Miss Goodell for the wid
ow, who is defendant. Thus far, we
understand, the defense has been con
ducted by Miss Goodell with marked
ability, and, being familiar with the
case, she desires to appear iu the Su
preme uourt, and to this the opposing
counsel makes no objection. It is, we
believe, one of the strongest cases yet
presented, and, being the "first in our
Supreme Court, will excite geueral in
terest.
The expression of attorneys, so far as
we have heard it, is': "Give Sister
Goodell a chance." -
If the association of Congregational
Ministers who issued the "Pastoral Let
ter," warniug women and the world of
"the danger which threatens the female
character with wide-spread and perma
nent injury" if women become public
speakers, had been told that, in less
than forty years, the fact that women
are successful preachers and physicians
would be urged as a reason why they
should also be admitted to the practice
of the law In the Supreme Courts, they
would have saved themselves the trou
ble of preparing that famous letter.
The case of Miss Goodell is remarka
ble both for the .ability with which she
argued it, and also as showing the slow
but sure processes by which the woman
movement is bringing a change in civ
ilization itself. It is a part of the his
tory of this important question. Miss
Goodell is a daughter of William Good
ell, who is welt remembered by the old
anti-slavery workers.
A larger public than that of Wiscon
sin will await the decision in this case.
Rings et Relipion. Rings are not
confined to politics, it seems. Accord
ing to the Golden Rule, they exist
equally in the churches:
Every church has its pope or popes;
that is, one man or a few men in its
membership who rule it, or' aspire to
rule it. They sit in judgment on candi
dates. They decide who shall be dea
cous. They make out the slate for the
officers in the church and in the society.
Sometimes they are good men; some
times they are bad men. In either case,
their power is immense. The smaller
the church, the more dominating they
are. Sometimes they have money.
The minister is dependent on them. (or
his support, and he is soon made to feel
his dependence. They build their power
on his necessities. He stands in fear of
them, as the Irish peasant stands iu
fear of the landlord, who can turn bim
and bis children into- the' 'street and
send them out shelterless, without a
home or bread. These fellows are ofteu
bullies. They have the pope's power,
without the pope's suavity and diplo
macy. There are scores of ministers in
the country who have been turned out
of their pulpits by such men. There are
scores of ministers who have had the
bread taken out of their mouths, aud
out of- the mouths of their children, by
their machinations. In many churches,
Congregationalism isonlysuchiu name.
In reality, one man rules. And the
one-man-power in a church has iu it the -very
essence of papacy-
Injustice is very hard to bear. Yet
we must all learn to expect it, and to
sUfier it ad calmly as we can. To have
pur best deeds turned and twisted Into
evil ones; to have ouracta, and words ut
terly misrepresented; to have those turn
cold to us for whom we have always
felt the warmest friendship, is only the,
fate of humanity.