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About The new Northwest. (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 6, 1881)
t . " - - .-. - THE NEWXOItTH -HI h- t - i . ' r . 4 , i m i .. ., Slow boa I J I choose to walk the world with thee1; ' Mine own beloved Tr When frrn grass U stirred JJjr Hummrr treeses, and each leafy tree " Xb Urn ef rosea, when tne earth doth lie - T Pressed In garment of ntd-Hammer hues,. ' Beneath a canopy of sapphire aky, Lolled by a anft wtnd's aongf ' tr should I ebooa To walk with thee alone Wlnlry mad, Through flowerleaa Belda, thk-k aown with frosty tva. Jteelde aa ice-boa nd stream, wkM water flowed In voiceless masle all tbe immmeMlmaf " Ja Winter dreariness, or Bummer glee, -C" How should I choose to walk the world with thee? Tbs time of rosea la tba Clrae of lova. .:, y v Ah, my dear heart opt Winter flreT art bright. t . Jind In tba lark of wnuhtna from a&ovo . n-W tend mora earefull lovea aarred light r - Tba path amoof tba rosea lietb aoft, ' 1 ' Bun-klaad and ra41ant undrrTouthfUl fret; Sot on a Wintry way Una band mora oft' J)o meet and cllnc l preaanrw cloaa and weet Xbera la mora need of lore's aapporUng arm Aloag life atlppery pathway la 4te frost j Tbera la more need for lore to wrap aa warm, jtfalna lfe old, when Bummer llowera are lost. tt othera abara thy lUea glad Hummer glow, Shit let ma walk baalda tba In Ita anow I . ..... : w-if l Year Rot. , THE TANGLE STRAIGHTENED. BY KATB HEATH. , Dick Powers dropped hU lotter with groari. It fell by the side of Its long, slim enrelope on the table; The enrelope bore upon Its back the faint v impression of a dove holding in Its bill a floating libboii, upon the ends Of which was wfltten,rln a quaint and fine little hand, the direction to "Mr. Richard Powers." Again tbe young man groaned, throwing his arm on the table, and hiding his dis tressed face In Its sleeve. . . , The other occupant of the room sat with hi heels on the window-sill, and his chair tilted back at a fearful angle. He smoked, raiaedhls eyebrows, looked at his miserable companion, and went on smoking. ' The letter, half-folding upon Its precise and TIady-like creases, lay face upward, and the lines betrayed the same quaintly girlish handwriting, U the down strokes primly shaded, each capital fa nelly twirled. "Pear Richard," If began quak erishlv. and then it said tearfully, "1 haven't eahl fmm joiUQrjKUongClUlMrjwsf .iL.ioucn Hhssiimm Maaws,s'awj-iavmjt-a'i4aJ i si jf y. tAJ:;.f3iTt.!BLt "yom - --w - n r t -- .-yy-y of tenderneas in every sentence, and a somethipg TTlie prominent setting of a ring, visible under her that told how simple the little writer ruuat have been. Komehow it all gave rise to a picture of a tun-bonnet and a calico dress, a pair of timidly - affectionate eyes, and a chin with a dimple in iu ' On the next page the letter went on plaintively: . 'Grandpa Isn't very well since he had that sick pess lat Wlnter, and when he eoutrhs so. It . Bhakes Jilm all over. And oh! Hieuard, I'm Bfraid he never Is-going to be welt airaln. Wouldn't it be dreadful to have him die and me bere a!on without youTf Then followed a wealth of confidence In the words : "But If gran pa should die, I should come straight to you, and oh, -how. happy we would be then, wouldn't wef Vandertng on In this loving strain till the end of Tthe third futge, the letter clowd with Atfectlon ately, your own Mart ha." ' ' .. " By and by the young man In the tilted chair, eyeing his friend meditavelyaald : . ; . , -, "Your letter don't seem to make you happy, somehow, Dick." . "O Al I If you could only know what A villain I am T' was the rejoinder in a muffled-tone from f the folds of the sleeve. - - - rAt this, me r -At wiera eyebrows went tip .and one came down. "ell. It's venr like He looked Uzlly through the window, at a group of loungers before the hotel opposite, and then continued indifferently l "What's it all about, Anyhow," "Just read that!" Was, the reply, as Dick -passed "aflectionately your own Martha's" letter toward him. ' - ? '. Klsher-tjead the letter through carefully. "I should say this was a very sweet little girl,'? he remarked, musingly. t tJo she Is, so she Isf said Pick, straightening up, t8he's Just the sweetest anl moat confiding -little thing la the worl is Marthy That's what . hurt me so. rhe hasn't a doubt that I'm as true a true -blue, because she's truth all the way through herself. And I'm worse than a brute, I am, AL" - "If the state of affairs which now dawns upon me dhnly 1 as it seems, I rather think you are myself.", ".'4 .i:".- Confounil it I , You're so hanged cool, it riles ine," said Dick, flushing. "Jut imagine yourself In my place for an inatant. Hix years ago, when I was nineteen, I first fell In love, and I've been doing It ever since, with decent Intervals between; Uttle Marthr was fifteen then, a little, wild-rose, Vermont girl. Just as shy and as sweet and un sophisticated as that letter and all her other let ter seem to say she is, yet I feel like a boy of . nineteen In love with her again, to talk about It to you. Like the great calf that I was, without .. a dollar in my pocket, and ho" prospects ahead of -me, I up and told her how I felt one day in the Hpring, when tbe grass was ao rreen and. the birds were singing so loudI had to tell some thing to somebody..; She looked up at me for a moment with stteh a smile full of tears coming into her eyes, and such a mllk-and-roeie- bluh flowing upon her cheeks, and I jut took her right up In my arms then, and kissed her as Pd.hven longing to do ever since I first met her, six weeks before. Kver plnce thst she has conlderel her- "elf engaged to me. 5:r : r' 1 "A trecoclous youngster you were at nineteen, I matt say, and a ripe acquaintance It must have - been that rooted, blossomed, and fruited in six weeks."- . : "Well, make fun as you please " answered Pick, gloomily J you have the whole story any how, and you cau't think' worse of : nie than I . think of myself." , . "2o Dick, I haven't by any means all of the story yet. As youre twenty-nve, I suppose this little girl, iw tweuty-eosv.Uas been hoping and truaUngln you for six-years.. ; Very likely she's . never permitted herself another lover. . hy. Its pathetic I Kvery year she haa thought, maybe, you would come, back ; she ha never. had a sus picion of you; ihe-hxe-dreamxl about yon, ami prayed for you. It's a burning shame 1 And look at you, violently attached to every pretty alrl you see, riding with them, two at a time, dancing with them, making love to them, and dressing like a danuy, when you ought to be in tbe ureeu Mountains, wearing butternuts and carrying Aisnny s miik-psiL" 'Dick ffroanedln anruish of spirit: "And I've always. told her I couldn't afford to come after her quite yet: : (jive It to me. you can't hit too hsw ; but on i ao help me out of the scrape." ' " "Help you out? Well, I should think you'd be glad to be in It. . Just to think of that little Ver mont blossom,, tasting like cream and maple sugar, I'll warrant. If blossoms ever do taste, just think of her dropping down any minute among an the furbelows, the frltzles, the paints, and the powders of the ladles in our set Y: "O I-ord ! AU don't harrow up a fellow so. I don't believe you imagine yet how deep I'm In for it. There's Kate lUchardson, now, when you talk about flowers; she's a tiger-lily ; she's a. red cactus? she's a. tea-rose; she's magnificent, she's gorgeous, she's radiant1 O Al FUher, can't you see how-i love her V . ' "And she?" the question was like a flame springing from a bed of coals.. " ell, I Just thought I never was so In love In my lUo.l wasn't sure about her; but onenlghr. a month ago, I was "carried completely away. 1 forgot all about Marthy, and I asked her to marry me. I!y George, she said she would ! and I should have been too happy altogether, If, after my first transport, little Marthy hadn't occurred to me again. ' ow I'm engaged to both of them, don't you see, and it's a devil of a mess. I wouldn't glye Up Kate if X could, and I don't-ee how I could give up Marthy If I would." A silence fell between the two then, In which the falling of a cigar ash might have echoed, and the twilight, stesltng down, came like a veil to cover silence. -.u, r- . , It was fully six months later when Kate Rich ardson walked into a sleetdnir-car at Omaha,fol- Jowed by baggage and a porter. Her step was so quick and confident, ; her accoutrements were so appropriate, and the porter followed her with so deferential an air, that-tha.. p.aen?er, making themselves comfortable on either;; side the aisle, looked after her with great respect' for her style. "Very conunon sort of ieople: shan't make the acquaintance' of, any of them."Mia Hichardxon thought, ss she olinerved them In a clance wltu outjsecming -to. 8he paused near the middle, of the car. - ; ; "lut my things here," she said to the porter. "I have the whole section, and you may pile them all on the front seat.'' 8hesat down upon the hackrveat. and spread her skirts comf5ftat1y, took out her ilk hand kerchief and wined her lipa, sighed as enduring a penance, smoothed the collar of her ulster, and tnougnt wnat a nore crowing the continent wsm. glove, matle one forefinger noticeable; and It might have been tenderness of not, but she placed her elbow on the arm of the seat and rested her lips upon it. -In 'the meantime, the car was rapidly filllne. fliere was much talk between passenrers and por ter, and from her square of window she could see r iles of trunks being carted forwanL By and by he cars gave a little shake and quiver, as if rous- Ing; then a Jerk, a liry gUding-motlon; and then Ml Itlcnardnon became conscious that some one spoke. to her. It was a voice that was apology In itself, as Jt said: Oh, ir you please, ma'am, It's a mistake, and I've had so many, mistakes;" and it was almont a cry for help. It had color In Its cheeks am! Its lip, a little, little mouth, and a shy light in Its hazel eyes, it carried a portman teau, and the porter towered overall with a pat-, ronlzingair. '. , - MImi Ulehanlnon was dixturhed. "Rut, porter," said site, "I had engaged the whole of this section. I don't want any one In wlta.nieJhall have no place to put-my things." ; v , The hazel eyes wereturnexl plteously, upon her. hut the -Yolco was. tinged with a-bi t of- di gtd ty r albeit touclied with tears as it answered! ever mIhrTtrhltpsnherea JtuolheraTPstlOnnoc' cupled." "They ain't no other, 'thout It's a gentleman in the lower berth, if you don't mind that, miss?' said the porter. l. - - The distressed, rsce was a picture. - 'Oh. welL well V Miss Richardson interposed. in a bored tone, "I suppose I shall be able to man age, and I dare say we shall be comfortable enough." i . . The. portmanteau was placed as snug neignnor to the stylish traps in the front seat, ami tbe little woman made herself quite small In the corner furthest from her grand companion, never so much ma attempting to steal a glance from the window monopolized by Miss HicnardMon's elbow. But presentlyvhe leaned toward Ml Richardson and. touched herhoulder joftlyMl'm so very much obliged to you," she said, gratefully, "and I'm sure I shan't incommode you anymore than lean help." i - . 4 Mlas Richardson made ber a gracious reply, and soon became interested in her book. At length she yawned, and, closed It. The afternoon was pasMinfr. r tneacene waarivu in uinowy Kreeuaiiu stretching plain, and across the green level the day was mellowing away to Its clone, the sunlight falling upon it like winnowing grain, .miss mcn- anlton felt tbe timid and confiding little touch again. upon her arm, and turned to meet with her handsome evesthe wtstrui, appealing ones ioos Instowaril hVr. ."Would you lot nie go Into the dtning-rormf to-dinoer with, you r?aked the nute-voipe, wim a ' tremolo pt apprenenaion In It. y - -- ' , "Oh. yea." said Mis RtchsnLton, smiling, "I'd Jut as fief vou would as not." .j; tjttx thank you so mucn," was tne rcpiy aner B hrvatU of relief. ; M shoukl never have courage to go la and eat alone. The waiters are in soro a luirrv. and I don't know where to sit, ami I Btver can find myjown car when Pm ready to come If . 1 tit iii iii ,m m i urn iii So It was that Ml Rlchard-ion came to have a charge,' and, omettow, so much clinglngHmKitty ofpOMed to herown.liuhpendencesoemed a sort of ItrttwL. lLfare th weonil dsv WSS. OUL she had given her dainty and pretty companion B petting tap or two, short and contented laupnier ouooiea up between them, confidential undertones of talk Kssed from one to the other, and finally Miss chardson leaned forward and said ; . , ' "I haven't any !lea what your name la. I think it ought te bo I'osy, though.". .Anxl then theamall woman 'laughed as she answered t . . . " "It isn't, though, It's Marthy Marthy- uir child." t, .; ..... , - at . Add then the Umaynlfloant, gorgeous, radiant Kate", replied, Just as she would have caressed a bird: ' ' ; . i ; . ... ' "Ah I and I shall call you .Marthy, then shall I not?" . Not one dim thought of warning had she, not a single swift feeling of recoil, not an idea that she was hugging to her heart a rival she who iieid sway among men with waltz, and tete-a-tettx and repartee. - ..- ! .. ' Rut under the feet of those who tread volcanoes the "ground will sometimes break- one cannot forever safely walk the edge of the precipice; thin Ice will part. - They - were sitting side by side, as usual, one evening; the window framed a calm, mild star, fitting so silently, how strange If they had known each was saying over and over tbe same, name. The star was shining kindly shining and twink ling like an eye mljdly shrewd, and then .it gave place te another and another, till the sky seemed shaken full with a lustred dust. Presently Miss Richardson began to hum a little,' In her soft con tralto, and Marthy'a thread-like soprano took It up like a carol, under a breath. ' The men under the dull lamp in the further end of the car held their fingers on their cards for a moment, and the fretful baby ceased Its'crylng. Two women hushed goftslplpg, and. stared, and, under pre tense of a flare, the passing porter turned down the flame in a lamp while he stopped to listen. "Marthy." ; said Miss Richardson, cently. where-old you - learn - that ? v lt's such an - old- it fashioned, sentimental thing, I shouldn't wonder If ft had been a love song In, '76." "Oh, yes; I shouldn't wonder If It had. I learned it 'way back in Vermont oh, how far away. that seems now! I used to sing It with Richard but that seems only yesterday, though It has been years and years.' I've never told you about Richard have I? His name is Powers, and it is he that I'm coming to California to meet. A long, long time ago, when I was such a little, little girt I can scarce remember It, some kind of a sickness broke out, and mother and father took it and died. I can just-see-mother lying with a white flower In her hand anther closed the colli n lid, and then in a day or two some1 woman said she wondered what was to be done with me. Home- how-or other I got to grandpa's, in anions? the little hills, and the cows that gave me a livinsr. Grandpa was Just my mother to me-over. strain. and there I stayed, and was so happy with him. I i . , . i itiii . fi ii , i nave aiwaya oeeii a :iimegiri, ami iniux l suau never be anything elite. - When I am an old woman It seems as thottgh I should still be a little girL How it all came about I. never could Imag ine, but It was just as the flowers come uo in Spring, and as the fruit gets ripe in Kail. (Jrandpa said one morning he should have a vounsr man come to help with the milking, and before night I anew iiicnaru, aim, auiueuow, i tiling, i tnUHl have been ripenlnsr ready to know him. for mv heart was, ail open to him-from the first. He came up to me when it was twilhrht. and said he. roodcven1TgrtatnT, and then 1 1 swmeUlPTOirT' Into a flutter, and to feel that lie mut know It Oh ! I never can tell you how Richard seemed to me. h.very night, alter that, as I went along the meadow -path, he came and said, 'Good-evening. Marthy' lust so; and I tooicwtmenlng so hard for his coming that my heart hurt me, and beat In my lips and cheeks. And alt the time grandpa npvr knew. One tlav the kkv wim lilnml the air was so sweet 1 was certain something was going to happen raifd, whether it wasn't he birds singlngor my heart beating out a rhythm I do not know, but In a moment I seemed "to be standing among theflowers)-for Itichard had. taken me in his arm. "Oh, life hadJuMt begun to me then, and not one day since, uot even the day graiuiint tiled, has been all sorrow; thoqgh 'dark da3's there-have been. too. for In a few weeks more my Richard vent away, so that by and by he could afford to marry his 'bud of a girr tnars wnat he always called me. Oh, how tender and true he Is! What -a rrand Place his heart is to live in ! What a little queen be has crowned me ! His letters have been so loving and so sweet mat one never came with out carry Ing me through the spaceof hcaTeni and they were such sorry little ones I could write In answer. So manv nohie women musLJiavaJovc him. - Rut he has loved Jis little Marthy all the time. Ah, MTss Richardson," and her earnest reverent tone deepened In Its half whimper, "can you Imagine" any thing At all about, what I tell you 7" , ', ,.'. Ko,TenlledIIsslchardnT:bItferlyrfor there is no romance, not one grain of it, in my life, Tbe romance I had was spoiled Just a short time ago. Keep your faith In your Richard, Marthy, but 1 have none left for man. You must go on now. and let me know the rest." 'I would rather die than lose my faith In Rich ard," said Marthy, tremulously. "There is such a little more to tell," she went on then; "all the time his letters told me he could, not afford to come ; he was waiting in hopes, and oh, if the time was to him. as to me, tucu to. both it was.a. dreary, dreary waiting. And grandpa began to fret; he wanted to see me married ierore he died. Hut one day, a month ago, he died, and left me alone with the cows. Then, to show Richard how much-I yet loved him, and how little I cared whether he was rich or whether be was poor, I wrote him a glad letter that I was coming to him at laat. And oh, I am coming to him soon, soon. When I reach the end of ,.lny Journey, there he will be to take me home, his home. I can almost see him now, so glad to find me again." Hhe was moving reatleasly about like a wind. and her hands were winding their fin vers about each other, her eyes shining, and herchinwith Its cleft olntIn In to a ray of the moon. I think 1 know yonr Richard." said MiasRich- anl-Mn. by and by.-. "He is a tall, handsome man. wilhJblonde eyes and hair, and a plea.ant, bright way with him. i ou know I live in Sacramento. ' - In a few moments the portert-atne-alonir a mi in. ami Miss. Richardson gave orders to have only the lower nenn roaoe. -rorwe win sleep together to-night, Marthy," said she, quietly. Ko all the nleht innjr she lay awake, with her arras around Uttle-Marthy.H tfce"nlght long," thinking and thinking, ahe lay, with the sweet breath of the trusting child-woman falling on her left hand the hand was shorn now of its spark ling ring.! ' J ' J ; nr Vim s. I .Tk -J 1 t iiT..rr- heart beating unaorit, and tnetnrooran through 1 ner like an appemi ior mercy. Tlie cars tramped into and through the night, and by nd by the morning came, as fair and freatr as though Kate Richardson had not made a sacri fice the night before. ' t . ' When the train rolled Into the depot at Sacra mento, Miss Richardson espied IMck l'owers wait lnr. and by his side was Al Fiher. He was hag yanl an.1 In riUtreaiyh was thlnt Kf ). grown five years older than when she left him two months before. He saw. her, too. and ran along by her window, grasping the hand she held out to hIm.J " ' -i 7 ' " . , -, 4O Kate! Kate!" hepleaded, Imploringly, 4 8he went to the, door to meet him, and drew him along the aisle. "Dick, here Is Marthy," said she. . He looked at the wild-rose, blooming so sweetlr" as he mw the soft hazel eyes brlmV for him. and mine ud with drois, the fallii.g corners of tha sk-t. mouth quivering, the old sweet beauty grew-upon him again, and a hungry smile dawned in his eyes. "O Marthy! little Marthy 1" he murmured. ' "At last, dear Richard, at last V she cried, and he iratheml her In his arms: .-. "" A1 Fisher took Miss Richardson home, and sha was gravely i polite and smiling all the way. Rut it was two years, before she allowed him to draw " the last drop of bitterness out of her heart; and eVen then, she gave the last kiss before her mar riage to b baby Marthy. 1 -ACCIDENTAL DISCOVERIES. '.. Valuable discoveries have, been made, and val-"3" uable inventions suggested, by the veriest acci-' dents. , - - .. . " .An alchemist, while seeking to discover a mix- -ture of earths that would make the most durable ' crucibles, one day found that he had made porce lain. The power of lenses, as applied to the telescope was discovered hy a watchmakers apprentice While holding . spectacle-glasses between his thumb and finger, he was startled at tbe suddenly enlarged appearance of a nelghborliig.tburcb splre. ' . The art of etching upon glass was discovered by a Nuremberg glass-cutter. Ry accident a few drops of aqua JfortU fell upon his spectacles. - He noticed that the glass became corroded and soft-, ened inhere the acid had touched It. That was" hint enough. He drew figures upon glass with vanjishp-applied :theneoiroding liquid, then cut away the glass around the drawing. -When the varnish was removed, the figures appeared rained upon a uarx ground. .- "-, fezzotinto owei its invention to the simple ac cident of the gun-barrel of a sentry becoming. ruted with dew. The swayhig to and fro of a chandelier In a cathedral suggested1 fO Galileo the application of the pendulum. ! . - TjU'art of litliographing was perfected through suggestions made by accident, A poor musician was curious to know whether music could not be etehed upon stone as well as upon copier. After he had prepared his slab, his mother asked him to make a memorandum of such clothes as she pro- . 'tosed to send away to be washed. Having no pen, ink or paper convenient, he wrote the list on the stone, hiteudingtd makeacopyof.it at Jeis ure. A 'few days later, when about to clean the stoueTTie wondered wiiat enect"r7ui jorTirwotnd nave upon 11. lie applied me acid, and in a rew minutes- saw" the wrlttng standing out in relief.' The next step necessary was simply to ink the stone and take off ail Impression. y . ; Tlie composition of which printing rollers are made was discoveredLby a Salopian jtrlnter. Not . being able to find the pelt-ball, he inked the type with a piece of soft glue which had fallen out of a glue-pot. 'Its was uch an excellent. substitute j, that, after mixing uiolae with the glue, to give the mas proer coniiistency, the old jielt-ball was entirely discarded.' ' " ' " , jrr" Tlie shop of a Dublin tobacconist by the name' of Lundyfoot, was dept royol by tire. While he wTPTgazing dolefuifyinto the smoulderlug rulns he rintlccd That ht jkMirefnelghbors were gather ing tne snuir trm me-canisters.- lie tested ine- snuff for himself, and diseovereM lhat the fire had largely Improved its pungency and aroma. It wtef a hint worth profiting by. He secured another ' shop, built a lot of ovens, subjected the snuff to a heating proce, gave the brand a 'particular name, and inr a few years became rich through an -' accident which he at first thouirht had combletely ruined htm. - ' - A XirK SasajarJIoxoiCsrAopther story lllus- r trative of the 'eccentricities for which Rusalati military oflicers of late years hsve rendered them- selves notorious comes from St. Petersburg. Re cently a lady of raukwasfraveiing onHbeFastoW- - line of railway In a flrst-class compartment, the only other occupant of which was an elderly cav alry captain, with whom she. casually euterea . into conversation. 'Arrived at the Cstinovka station, she summoned a gend'arme ' to tbe ' window of her carriage and informed him that she missed a hundred and sixty roubles from her handbag, and suspected her traveling companion of having stolen them. A few minutes previously... re had requested him to take her ticket out 01 the bag, which he had done, and since that time she had discovered Jierloss. Search was forth- . with Instituted upon the Captain's person for the missing! money,' and a hundred-rouble note was found tli rut into one of his boots. No sooner had . this evidence of his guilt been brought to light than he produced a small parcel of bank notes from his pocket, with the remark: "As vou have got the hundred roubles, I may as well give you the other sixty." Directly after he had spoken these words, he drew a revolver from the breast pocket of his coat, set Its muzzle against his right temple, and blew his brains out. Insensible to the dls- honor of theft, that of ! teotion aeemed to him SO insupportable that rather than endure it he killed . himself, -f , .;,-- - . , ''.-. '"" " What a cowardly, skulkin'e. detestable. Villain ous, sliriveled-up and pulllanimousiook he has J- how shake-like aud sneaking is his walk; how. sickening and disgustiug his very breath 1 Such is me nauttuai siauderer the man or tne womso whowe delicht and bdsiness it is to vilify, abuse and baekhite a neighbor. If there is one compart ment in hell hotter ami -more horrible than an other, the siauderer should be placed In It and roasted tuitil his rascally tontruc Is completely cleansed of its wickedness and venom. 1 - - u Rev. James Hart nett preached a sermon at P vldville, Ark., on the duty of iylng debt Sromptly.i "So much for sentiment," he said, nallv. and the hant factrls that this church. owes me V0, and I shall never occupy this pulpit : again until it is paid."- "When. In Passlnir a eouiitrv villa, the only thing out of order is the front gate, It Is, evident that there Is a marriageable daughter in the house. Kissing is something like seven-iin." If he beg and she thinks slia can make, jnints in the game she will glvehlmone. Qulncy Modern Aiyo. . 1 k.' " ... y
