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CHAPTER IV.
The weary trip across the Cascade
Mountains was over at last, leaving the
immigrant party at liberty, now that
danger from mountain storm and pros
pective starvation no longer menaced
them, to find homes wherever inclina
tion might prompt them to settle.
The Territory being at that time al
most wholly uninhabited by whites,
with the exception of the military sta
tion at Vancouver, the Hudson Bay
Company's trading posts at Astoria and
Oregon City, and the rural homes of a
few white men, mostly French, who
had Indian wives, there was no lack of
tbe beautiful and fertile public domain
from which to choose a residence.
The provisional government, formed
by a few honest-hearted pioneers, whose
Democratic simplicity would put to
shame a whole army of such party
tricksters as have recently made the
name of Oregon a synonym for political
fraud, was the only code of civil law,
and the people were correspondingly
honest and honorable in their dealings
with each other.
It is a curious fact that I venture to
throw in sight here, as a hint to the
philosopher whose reflections may be
awakened by the thought, that crime
and peculation multiply in proportion
as tbe means known to civilization for
punishing and preventing the same are
multiplied. The increased supply of
courts, judges, jurors, and barristers
stimulates the increased supply of crim
inals, debtors, and petty offenders, just
as the constantly increasing supply of
elegant furnishing goods of every de
scription exhibited in the stores as con
stantly increases tbe demand for ex
travagant display among those who are
exposed to the temptation to gratify
tastes that would otherwise lie dormant.
Were it not that every evil in time
works out its own cure, just as air or
water will purify itself if time enough
is given, there is no imagining the re
finement of political, legal, and finan
cial chaos which humanity would fi
nally reach in its endeavor to compete
with itself, either in crime or cupidity.
The gold mines attracted border ruffi
ans, but vigilance committees put a
speedy quietus upon their depredations.
To-day, under a higher system of civili-zationt-the
man who plays the part of
the refined border ruffian buys his way
into the United Statea Senate from the
very localities where, a quarter of a cen
tury ago, when the refinements of civil
law were not in use, a man who wronged
bis neighbor was made to expiate bis
misdemeatior lrom the lateral branch of
a mammoth tree.
The Marbleheads and the Jones fam
ily came to Oregon long before the pas
sage of the Donation Land Law. They
were not limited in their possessions to
a square mile, or even ten miles square,
of virgin soil. "All out of doors" lay
before them, covered to tbe very hill
tops with luxuriant grass, and again
studded, here, there, and almost every
where, with tall dark forests of fir, and
umbrageous groves of scattering oaks,
the mountains, hills, and dales alike re
joicing in a wealth of green, over which
purple clouds floated lazily, while hoary,
majestic, historic Hood arose in solitary
grandeur from his eternal throne of
rocks and gazed abroad upon the mighty
scene with the complacency that char
acterized him as a mountain monarch
while yet the behemoth rioted in the
antedeluvian marshes that once mired
at his feet.
I do not suppose the Marbleheads and
Joneses thought much upon tbe preliis
toric probabilities, and these cogitations
of mine mayseem irrelevant to the sub
ject in band, but they please the writer,
who is supposed to have some rights in
the premises, therefore they are some
times thrown in as rhapsodies. So
where else in all North America have I
ever found such theme for fancj as tbe
physical geography of Oregon presents
to tbe naturalist, theorist, dreamer, or
moralist.
To follow Martha Marblehead and her
ascetic paternal progenitor through the
unpoetic plodding of everyday existence
is a task compared to which descriptive
geography, presumptive history or as
sumptive theology is as child's play.
Humanity, the writer included, Mows
so very little that we all find it easier for
the compiler of religious anecdotes for
the use of the American Tract Society,
the maker of correct prognostications
about the weather for a patent medicine
almanac or the writer of ordinary facts,
to deal in tbe fanciful than tbe real, tbe
assumed than tbe demonstrated.
I have undertaken the very difficult
task of writing a story of which the
main incidents are true, and yet I am
endeavoring to so confine facts, times,
and places that the average reader may
not guess at tbe personality of any of
my characters, even while their own
common sense will assure them that I
not only do not misstate probabilities,
but appeal continually to the reason of
my reader. Possibly I have undertaken
too much. If so, let tbe demand for
this kind of literature to fill these col
umns, a demand to which I have en
deavored to cater regularly for six-tenths
of a decade, be my only apology. I do
not write these things for fun.
The site chosen by the Marbleheads,
and afterwards assented to by tbe
Joneses for the new farms, was a beau
tiful rise in an otherwise nearly level
prairie, overlooking the Little Cheba
lem, a clear, sweet, mountain stream
that in times so long ago that tbe his
tory of man runneth not back to its be
ginning, tore its way through the up
folded rim of the receding ocean, and
sought a channel through peaceful in
land vales toward the Pacific sea.
Very deep and narrow was this wind
ing channel in places; and along its
borders grew dense groves of alder, ma
ple, willow, and hazel. Again the river
bed widened in the level lands, where
pebbles flourished and rapids formed,
where tbe annual freshets tore up the
roots of tbe forming trees and left the
banks continually bereft of shade. But
go where you would along the Cheha-
lem's margin, and, whether in the jun
gles, where overhanging branches cast
deep shadows in the still waters at
whose edge the mountain ferns looked
up into the maples' faces, or whether in
the broadening vale where the cataract
sang Iullabys to the listening senses,
you would involuntarily exclaim,
"How beautiful !"
Very wearily did Martha Marblehead
take up the line of thankless toil left by
her mother as her only heritage.
The Major, who was always affable in
the presence of the widow Jones, groaned
like a monk doing penance when at
home, and was so cross and hard to
please that tbe children, one and all,
grew to contempt him.
Here let me remark, cn passunt, good
reader, that the Major was not the only
man I have known or you either, for
that matter who, by a spirit of contin
ual vinegar-faced fault-finding, has
caused his family not only to fear and
despise him, but to deceive him in every
way in their power to keep up the sem
blance of peace in tbe family.
Now, remember, I am not blaming
pater familias overmuch for this. Un
der the law and training to which men
have been accustomed from the dark
ages, my only wonder is that so many
of them are unlike Marblehead.
To begin life in a new country with
the bending sky for roof and the velvet
earth for floor is decidedly romantic to
think about, and very pleasant to expe
rience if you are one of a pleasure party
that cau retreat to a comfortable home
when rain falls, or can look forward to
bountiful stores of clothing and proven
der for the winter mouths. But when
the only roof you have on earth is tbe
bending sky, your only floor the earth,
and your only prospect for food, for a
year, at least, yourfishing rod and rifle,
the romance of tbe matter takes French
leave, aud you sigh, not for the flesh
pots of Egypt, but the graiH fields of
cultivated America.
fter much labor, three primitive log
cabins were constructed, with chimneys
aud fire-places of dried mud, and with
out floors or windows. But tbey formed
fair shelter from the autumn rains, and
into these gloomy retreats the two fam
ilies crowded, while the food, such as
they had, was cooked before the open
fire, and the children, tbe obstreperous
Gus included, kept as best they could
out of tbe range of the Major's ever
ready rod, and the gloomy cabin was
like a sepulchre.
Quite in contrast to tbe gloom and
discontent of the Major's cabin was the
equally humble home where the widow
Jones resided.
"Why don't you fix up your cabin
and make it look like mine, Martha?"
asked the widow, one day, as she was
making a most infrequent call.
"What's the use?" was the petulant
reply. "It wouldn't stay so half an
hour. Father would growl, and tile
young ones would litter, and I'd only
have my labor for my pains."
"I think, my dear, that a little judi
cious management would subdue your
unruly household and bring order out
of your present confusion. I got Thomas
to saw away the logs and make me a
couple of little openings for windows,
which I covered with oiled paper, so we
have a very good light. True, it isn't
all we could wish, but it makes the
room look cheerful and tidy. Then I
curtained my beds with sheets tacked
nicely over frames, and when I'm In my
bed I look upon its narrow, white walls
and fairly fancy I'm in paradise. Come
over and look at my house, won't you?"
Since Thomas Jones had once at
tempted to make timid matrimonial ad
vances to Martha, that young lady had
been very shy of him, and consequently
she bad not yet visited tbe lady's cabin
This invitation emboldened her and she
decided to go, though in her heart she
was deeply resolved to ever remain loyal
to King Greensborough, from whom
she had not heard a word in seven long
months.
"You see," said the widow, "I bave
rushes on my floor. They're grand
enough for a kiug's palace. Bushes
were the only carpets used in good
Queen Bess' time, you know."
""Where did you get them, Mrs,
Jones?" and Martha's kindling eyes be
tokened awakening interest.
"Thomas got them for me near the
margin of the lake. He'll do anything
I ask to make the place pleasant. Poor
fellow; it's lonely for him since his
father died," aud tbe widow sighed
heavily.
"I should think 'twould bo a delight
ful loneliness to get away from so much
racket as we have at home with so
many young ones," said Martha.
"Do you think so?" and the widow
blushed slightly.
Martha nodded.
"Well," said Mrs. Jones, "I always
thought a large family was the glory of
any household."
"Then you'd better swap places with
me, and see how you like it," was the
abrupt response.
"Do you mean it?" asked Mrs. Jones,
eagerly.
"Of course I do."
"Then why did you refuse my Thomas
when he asked you to marry him ?"
"I couldn't forget King."
"Have you forgotten him now ?"
"No; nor never will."
"But very likely he's married al
ready." Martha turned deathly pale. The
possibility that either she or King
should ever be married, except to the
other, had never seriously crossed her
brain. Now the suspicion wa9 come,
and it settled like a great weight of lead
in her heart, and she would never be rid
of it again.
"Have you had a letter from him
yet?" asked the widow.
Martha felt obliged to answer no.
Had she replied that that was her own
affair, the response would have been
more appropriate. People who are not
personally interested never have any
business making or breaking matches.
But Mrs. Jones was interested, or
thought she was. Martha was a capa
ble girl, passably good looking, reasona
bly industrious, sensibly healthy and
tolerably amiable, considering her
bringing up. Thomas Jones was dis
contented at home, and his mother
looked to matrimony to put a quietus
upon his desire for further wanderings.
The young man was at home when
they reached the cabin. Contrasted to
the bare and cheerless abode of Major
Marblehead, the little room was a vis
ion of paradise. The very utmost use
had been made of everything the widow
possessed. Even her spare dresses were
hung against the wall in a sort of artis
tic way, if aught of art cau be imagined
in anything so useful.
The widow saw that Martha was
agreeably surprised.
"Wouldn't you like your home to
look just so ?" she asked, with au inno
cent air.
"What would be the use of fixing it
to look just so?" said Martha. "The
young ones would burrow in the rushes
aud climb on the white beds and tear
down the vines from the walls and make
holes through the paper windows, and
father wouldn't let me punish 'em, and
he wouldn't do it himself, if I asked it."
"But you said you'd like to live Acre."
"Who'd take care of my father and
young brothers aud sisters, I'd like to
know i"
"J would, Martha."
"You?"
"Yes, I. Didn't you kuow your father
and I were engaged?"
"Why, Mrs. Jones! Mother hasn't
been in her grave three months !" and
the girl burst into tears.
"I know it, dear; but he is so lonely,
and your lot is so hard, that I feel it to
be my duty to cheer his life and lighten
your burdens."
"But how can you live with him?
You won't obey him, as mother did, and
unless you do you can't get along at all.
He's my father, and it doesn't become
me to say anything against him; but if I
never married till I got as straight-laced
an old stickler for sectarian tyrauny as
he is, I'd live single till the day of judg
ment." "Your father must be mauaged, my
dear."
"Well, I wish you joy of him; but
when is the interesting event to trans
pire?" "Whenever you are ready to marry
Thomas. You see you can step right
into this little home, and be away from
tbe young ones, as you call them; and
your father will build another room or
two to his cabin, and we'll be comforta
ble all round."
Martha glanced around the little
cabin. It did look inviting.
"If ouly she and King could live in
it," she thought.
"Mrs. Jones, I do not love your son,"
she said, decidedly.
"But you will learn to love him, my
dear."
"Do you love my father?"
"I honor him as a man of God, my
child. I never saw a more exemplary
or conscientious Christian."
"He may be a very good Christian,
according to his and your way of think
ing, but he'll have to improve a good
deal if bo ever makes a good husband,"
exclaimed tbe girl.
"I don't believe Kingston Greensbor
ougb, or whatever his name is, will ever
come out here to marry you, child."
Again the possibility that her idol
had forsaken bershot through ber nerves
with a tingle of agony.
"I'll think about this matter," she
said, after a pause, "and wait two
months; and if in that time I do not
hear from King, I may consent to marry
Thomas; but I can't think of it now.
Good-bye."
When Martha reached her father's
cabin it looked more lonely and desolate
than ever. A kettle of boiled meat had
been overturned in the fire-place, scald
ing the feet of two of the children, who
were screaming with pain, while Major
Marblehead, with his heart as hard as
his head, was distributing cuffs and
blows among the older ones with his
usual dexterity.
"I'll have no more of your gadding,
young woman!" lie said, sternly, as
soon. as Martha entered his presence.'
"Won't you, though?" thought tbe
daughter, reflecting, for the first time,
favorably upon her improved opportu
nities. "What Mrs. Jones can see about old
Marblehead and all these young ones to
want to marry him outdistances my
calculations," she added; "but thero is
no accounting for taste, as a woman said
when she kissed her cow."
After a time comparative quiet was
restored, the usual supper of venison
was dispatched, and the younger chil
dren stored away in their rude trundle
beds. Tile rain was beating a dreary,
monotonous tattoo upon the low clap
board roof, and a flickering light from a
candle made of venison tallow contrib
uted a sicklj glare to the meager sur
roundings.
"Will you read the Bible to-night,
Martha? The light is bad, and my
eyes are failing."
Martha wondered if her father was
taking leave of his senses. He had
never politely asked her to do anything
before.
With a heavy heart she opened the
old family Bible which had been her
mother's solace during earth's darkest
hours. It might have been an accident;
possibly it was inspiration guided her;
but certain it was that upon opening
the book at random the first words that
met her eyes were, "Come unto me, all
ye that labor and are heavy laden, and
I will give you rest."
"Please, father, don't let's read any
more to-night. That one passage of
Scripture is all I need now," she said,
closing the book, after marking the
place, while a feeling of quiet peace stole
over her senses, as she knelt beside the
Major in prayer.
To hear Major Marblehead wrestle
with Jehovah in hissupplicationsto the
Infinite to step aside from immutable
laws to follow his own human plan?,
you would have thought the Ever Pres
ent must be gone on a journey. His
voice rose high above the war of weep
ing elements outside, and a literal an
swer to his petitions, in spite of his
faith, would have turned the universe
into chao.
Martha knew the prayer by heart, so
she did not listen, but poured out her
spirit in a simple, silent request.
"Surround me with ministering an
gels, O, Father, and lead me in the paths
of righteousuess."
Whether her prayer was answered or
not, I cannot say. I know the Major's
was not, for tbe universe still stands,
and the orders of nature are everywhere
the same as before.
Father and daughter arose from their
kneeling position, each feeling uncom
fortable sensations in their long-flexed
muscles.
"Father, you'll be going to Oregon
City in a day or two. Won't you see if
you can't get me a letter from King?"
asked the daughter, while her heart
rose in her throat as though it would
choke her.
"Didn't I command you to havenotb-
ing more to do with that giggling
idiot?" he thundered, utterly forgetful
of the preseuce of Jehovah, aud all else
except his own mandate.
To be continued.
Bunaway Marriages.
In a great maioritv of cases a ladv's
elopemeut is unwise, giddy, ungrateful,
immodest, and evinces a lascivious ap
petite and reckless disposition. Why
should she desert aud distress those who
have loved, nurtured, and cherished her
through all her past years to throw her
self into the arms of a comparative
stranger, wno uas done nothing for her,
and whose protestations of affection
have yet to undergo the first trial ? It
is every way unworthy of pure and gen
tle maidenhood to do so.
We can imagine but one excuse for
her elopement, namely, the efforts of
parents or guardians to coerce her Into
marrying some one she does not love.
To avoid such a fate, she is justified in
running away, for no parent has or ever
hud a right to constrain a daughter to
marry against her will. But where the
parents are willing to wait, the daugh
ter should also consent to wait, until
her choice is assented to, or she attains
her legal majority.
There is some truth to be told about
the "common run" of masculine prowl
ers by night, about garden walls and
under bed-room windows, in quest of
opportunities to pour seducing flatteries.'
into the ears oi simple misses; but wa
bave not time to tell it now. As a gen
eral rule they are licentious, good-for-
nothing adventurers, who would much
rather marry a living than work for it.
and who speculate ou the chances of
"Dringing the old toiks round" after a
year or two. A true man would not ad'
vise, much less urge, the woman he
loved to take a step which must inevit
ably lessen the respect felt for her, and
violate the trust reposed in ber by those
who had loved and cherished her all her
days. Home Circle.
In France a man who is a bankrupt
is deprived oi tne rignc ot sunrage.
OTJE WASHINGTON LETTER.
To the Editor op the New Northwest :
Secretaries Schurz and Key are at
their desks again, and express much
gratification at the civilities extended
the President and his party throughout
the entire Boston tour. Our govern
ment machine, which has been running
itself in the absence of Mr. Hayes and
nearly all tbe members of the Cabinet,
is now properly cared for through the
return of all excepting Secretary Mc
Crary, who has gone upon an extended
Western tour, and to visit his home in
Iowa. We have become so thoroughly
accustomed to the absence of tbe ad
ministration during the summer months
that we now regard its presence here
somewhat unnecessary, excepting for
the benefit of office-seekers, whose de
mands are of course more important
than other a flairs of State.
Among the callers on the President
prior to his departure was Colonel J. M.
Keating, editor of the Memphis Appeal,
who assured Mr. Hayes he would be
most courteously treated everywhere
should he (Mr. Hayes) make a tour
throughout the South. We have
known Colonel Keating for many years
as a gentleman of the highest type, and
would unhesitatingly accept his assur
ances, knowing that his people would
carry out to the letter any arrange
ments which tbe Colonel would make
looking to a Presidential tour through
the Southern States. When Mr. Hayes
went from here to New Orleans in the
winter of 1S66-7, Colonel Keating was
one of the gentlemen in charge of the
party, and being myself one of the in
vited guests, and enjoying at his hands,
with the others, tbe tendered hospital
ities of the various Southern cities
where we sojourned, I appreciate now
tbe full meaning of the present wish
that Mr. Hayes as President should
again visit their cities and see how
nearly the terrible effects of war have
been obliterated. At Memphis a grand
banquet was spread for us, aud the
American flag decorated the dining ball
on all sides. Tbe band played the
"Star-Spangled Banner," and supple
mented it with "Dixie," that we might
realize the occasion was one of fraternal
feelings only, and one in which it was
but meet both sections should mingle
their warmest memories without of
fense or desire to offend in tbe slightest
degree. We earnestly trust the present
invitation may be accepted, for we re
gard it as Mr. Hayes' duty to go among
the people everywhere, without regard
to section or sentiment of the inhab
itants, though we would deprecate per
manent residence at watering places.
The South particularly should be seen
by him, for tbe whole country is most
deeply interested in every matter con
nected with its welfare and develop
ment. The war is over, and now before
him lies that problem of statesmanship,
what should be done that would soonest
and most wisely repair the terrible re
sults and losses of that conflict? It is no
longer a question how much in the right
or in the wrong was this or that section
in bringing the war upon the country;
but to the contrary, what shall be done
in the future by both North and South
toward securing fullest restoration of
peace, harmony, and fraternal feeling,
and development of all material inter
ests. Thero is no belter way to remove
prejudice and to get broad and prudent
views of any people than to associate
with them and ascertain their real sen
timents by personal contact. England
tried to govern America in the last cen
tury by refusing to comprehend her
needs aud wants. The aristocracy
hedged themselves in by their preju
dices, and lost thereby ber strongest
child. But had her lords and king
came among the Colonists and gained
true insight thereby into the real needs
of her people, no one doubts that none
of the oppressive legislation that led to
tbe Revolution would have been en
acted. The South feels that Mr. Hayes
means they shall stand precisely as
Pennsylvania does in the Union, and
they -wish to express personally their
thanks. Now seems tbe proper time
he should meet them in person; hence
my wish he should accept Colonel Keat
ing'a invitation to again visit the South.
Colonel K. is an extremist in his South
ern views. The President should, how
ever, meet the radicals of every section,
for through them he can all the better
find the golden medium that lies be
tween all extremes.
Our community was considerably as
tonished by an attack made upon Sir
Edward Thornton, the British minis
ter, by one of our morning papers. The
paper in question accused him of swin
dling a Washington builder out of $10,-
000 for repairs upon the legation build
ing. The falsity of this accusation is
beyond a doubt, for the British govern
ment has always fulfilled its monied
'obligations to private citizeus in this
city with promptness. Sir Edward has
always shown himself to be the soul of
honor and probity, both as a citizen and
in his official capacity, and this attack
only brings out into bold relief the
bloodless practices of architects, who
designedly make their drawing defect
ive, in order to extort subsequent ex
orbitant charges for alteration.
The army boya may now appreciate
that Uncle Sam does not intend them
to starve to death, though be evidently
means to dispose of tbeir scalps through
the kindly-Inclined Indians, whose
numbers and courage these brave wards
of Uncle Sammy have made much
smaller in the past few years. Even old
Sitting Bull, that troublesome son of
the prairie, has been banished from the
country and made to cross the line.
there to play with the scalps of our
British neighbors till Johnny Bull's
red-coats go for them aud make them
skedaddle back again. Just think! all
this caused by the daring courage of our
brave boys. We knew that Uncle Sam
would appreciate such heroism, and re
ward it by allowing them sufficient ra
tions to keep body and soul together
intil Sitting Bull swoops down upon
their devoted heads, thus making an
ending of them. Now, any kindlv-dis-
posed person may be filled with pity at
the helpless and, we might say, starv
ing condition of the aforesaid "recu-
lars," may sell to them on the credit of
the nation food, clothes, fuel, and other
stores necessary to keep their scalps in
good condition until the "arrival of the
avenging angel Silting Bull.
Felix.
Washington, D. C, June 20, 1877.
How to Write to the Newspapers.
Never write with pen and ink. It Is
altogether too plain, and doesu't hold
the minds of the editors and printers
closely enough to their work.
It you are compelled to use Ink. never
use that vulgarity known as the blot
ting pad. If you drop a blot of ink on
the paper, lick it oft. Tbe belligerent
compositor loves nothing so dearly as to
read through the smears this will make
across twenty or thirty words. We
bave seen him hang over -such a piece
of copy for half an hour, swearing like
a pirate all the time, he felt tbat good.
Don't try to write too plainly. It is
a sign of plebeian origin and public
school breeding. Poor writing is an in
dication of genius. It's about tbe only
indication ot genius tnat a great many
men possess. Sprawl your article with
your eyes shut, aud make every word
as illegible as you can. We get the
same price for it from the rag man as
though it were covered with copper
plate sentences. Avoid all painstaking
with proper names. We know the full
name of every man, woman, and child
in the United States, and tbe merest
bint of the name is sufficient. It is a
great mistake that proper names should
oe written plainly.
Always write on both sides of tbe pa
per, and when you have filled both
sides on every page, trail a line up and
down every margin and back to the ton
of the first page, closing your article by
writing your signature just above the
date. How we do love to get hold of
articles written in this style ! And how
we would like to get hold of the man
who sends them just for ten minutes
alone in the woods, with a cannon in
our hip pocket. Burlington Hawkcye.
The Man's and Woman's Way of
Saying Things. Look at the ridicu
lous way in which a man takes it for
granted that a woman will be interested
in his sayings and doings. If bis wife
has a ioug story to tell him she is filled
with misgivings lest it may tire him.
she leaves out many little picturesque
touches tnat sue may not take up his
time, and, even on the hand-gallop, she
has nut arrived within call of her con
clusion when he asks, with confusing
directness, "Well, bowdid it turn out?"
But tbe man has never a misgiving
that she will be hurried or that life has
anythiug better to ofler than listening
to mm. xie uegius his story at its
earliest moruing stages and lopes leis
urely to its close, or if it is rapid he
gives it rapid transit, but he never
omits anything on his wile's account.
He tells what he said and what tbe
other man said and what theotber man
might have said, aud what he would
have said had the other man said what
he might have said. And the worst of
it is the fatal point is that his confi
dence is justified. The woman is inter
ested. The man's talk takes her out of
her own into a larger life, and she not
only tolerates, but enjoys it; and what
are you going to do about it ! (Jail
Hamilton.
A Mysterious Visitor. A rather
seedy-looking individual came into a
Detroit shipping office the other day,
and stood around with an aimless and
uncertain air for several minutes. Fi
nally one of the firm noticed him, and
conjecturing bis errand, said:
"No, sir, we don't want any lead pen
cils or the 'Life of Christ' to-day.
Couldn't buy them; nor pain-killer,
either; nor shoe laces. We've bought
matches until the closet is full of 'em.
If we used some patent soap ou our col
lars it would disgrace the rest of our
coats. And, finally, we don't ever get
our silks hats fixed up. We use them
for cushions."
The other members of the firm and
the clerks wore grins on their counte
nances, and the caller seemed non
plossed. But he shook himself, and
gathered his shiny, threadbare coat
about him, and shrugged his shoulders,
aud as he opened the door to go out he
remarked in low, quiet tones:
"All right. I just called to pay you a
freight bill tbat has been running
since last summer. I'll call again, per-
naps"
Tbe door closed softly after him, and
a stillness like that of a Sabbath morn
pervaded the office. Detroit Free Press.
It is not particularly creditable to the
people of Santa Cruz tbat tbey should
suffer that public-spirited and highly-
talented lady, Mrs. Georgiana Kirby, to
be defeated for the office ot fccnool Trus'
tee, as they did on Saturday last. She
received 75 out oi 17U votes, tne minor
ity representing the better class of vot
ers of tbat town. The blindly bigoted,
and the stupidly ignorant and besotted,
opposed her to a man, of course. Tbe
Santa Cruz press either said nothing in
her favor, or else opposed her outright,
in obedience to the behest of tbe saloon
interests, of which the publishers or
some of them, at least seem greatly in
fear. San Jose Mercury.
Stephen Girard's birthday was cele
brated at tbe college tbat bears his
name lately, by its 500 students. This
college has about 1,300 graduates. Its
Income now amounts to $750,000, and
Its annual expenses amount to 52oQ,000,
A PABALLEL CASE.
In years past, when our forefathers
rebelled against England, the causes
were, "taxation without representa
tion," and making laws "to govern
them without their consent," and as all
governments, to Insure the liberty and
happiness" of tbeir subjects, must be
framed upon the principle that "gov
ernments derive their powers from the
consent of the governed," we can all see
that the lives of the colonists were not
much better than that of slaves. They
plead and petitioned to the king and
Parliament, but it was of no avail. At
last the cry of "Liberty or death !" rang
through the Colonies. They began to
prepare for action and to organize com
panies of militia. Soon others were
called out, and ere long almost every
man who was not disabled was ready to
fight or die for liberty. Tbe fathers,
husbands, sons, and brothers fought the
battles with the British, while the
mothers, wives, daughters, and sisters
stayed at home and worked, that the
soldiers might be supplied with food
and olothing. Many a woman ploughed
and sowed, reaped and mowed, sheared
sheep, spun, wove, and made clothing
for the brave soldiers that were fighting
the battles of their country. They con
sidered it no hardship, and many a
mother gave her son as an offering on
the altar of liberty; and many a wife
was left a widow, with her helpless lit
tle ones to care for and support.
When the great battles were fought,
and the grandest victories the world has
ever known were won, and the inde
pendence of the Colonies fully estab
lished, it then became necessary to
frame and adopt a "constitution," in or
der to form a more perfect union, estab
lish justice, insure domestic tranquil
lity, and to secure the blessings of lib
erty to ourselves and to our posterity.
But in framing this constitution noth
ing was said, no liberty given to all the
women who had borne their part in the
great struggle; not one word to relieve
them from "taxation without represen
tation," or from being "governed with
out consent," and for over one hundred
years they have lived on, bearing their
share in all the battles of life, working
for the country's good in timesof peace,
and sharing with men the perils in
times of war; and yet they are unrecog
nized in the government that claims
freedom as its corner-stone.
Again, after years of peace and pros
perity, the tocsin of war sounded, and
again thousands of lives were sacrificed
for the principle of liberty. Again
woman was ready to do her share, nurs
ing the sick and wounded, scraping
lint and making bandages, knitting
stockings and making clothing, deny
ing herself and children everything but
the real necessaries of life, that the war
might be carried on until the negro
should be free, and hoping that if men
could so highly prize the boon of free
dom that they were ready to lay down
their lives that their black brothers
might have their liberty, that they
would grant the same boon to their
wives, mothers, and sisters. But they
were again disappointed; no emancipa
tion for them. But they were not dis
couraged, and they never will be. They
have the blood of the Revolutionary
fathers and mothers in their veins; tbe
same causes for complaint, and tbe
same disposition to throw off the chains
of slavery that they had, and now in
this first year of the new century they
ask you to break these bonds, to free
them, to class them no longer with
criminals, insane, aud idiots, but to
add a Sixteentli Amendment to the
Constitution, giving them an equal
right with men to express their opin
ions at the ballot-box.
Jennie Fanning.
San Jose, June, 1877.
Womanly Moral Courage. The
Baltimore American directs attention to
the fact that of all the suicides being
committed, a very small percentage is
of women. Men become discouraged
because of some sudden pecuniary mis
fortune, because of disappointed ambi
tion, or because of failute in tbeir at
tempt to obtain employment, and take
their own lives. Devoted husbands,
with large families depending upon
them for support and nothing to supply
their wants, as others, resort to self-destruction.
In these instances the act
would be pronounced cowardly, if peo
ple were not charitable enough to be
lieve it was committed in a moment of
frenzy. It is such times that woman
develops the true heroism of her nature.
She faces the world and struggles
against. its adversities. Even when de
serted, her moral courage sustains her,
and when she does raise a hand against
herownlife.it is oftener to hide a shame
on account of a betrayal, or from relig
ious excitement, than auy other cause.
Ingeraoll says : "If you want to con
vert a man, wash him." An exchange,
in commenting on the popularity of tbe
free baths in New York City, says it is
a source of national congratulation, for
"as men get in the habit of keeping
themselves clean, they will in time fall
into the other good habit of voting tbe
Republican ticket." No city oflers a
better spiritual harvest.
"Don't put too much confidence in a
lover's vows aud sighs," said Mrs. Part
ington to her niece; "let him tell you
that you have lips like strawberries and
cream, cheeks like a tarnation, and eyes
like an asterisk, but such things oftener
come from a tender head than a tender
heart."
A Persian proverb says: "There are
only two days for which to feel anxious.
One Is the day that is past, the other is
the day to come."
