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THE :N"EW N0KTHT7EST, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 18S0. WITHERED VIOLETS. BY SARAH GALLAGHER. ong years have passed, pale flowers, .since you "Were called and given in brightest bloom By one whose eyeieclipsed your blue, Whose breath was like your own perfume. Long years but, though your bloom be gone, The fragrance which your freshnoss shed Survives, when memory lingers on, When all that blessed Its birth have fled. Those hues and hopes will pass away Thus youth, and bloom, and bliss, dopart; Oh I whut is left when these decoy? The faded leaf, the withered heart! WILLOW GRANGE. JZ Story of Life is Eastern Oregon. BY BELLE W. COOKE, Airriroit of "tears and victory." (Entered in the Office of Librarian of Congress at Washing ton, D. C, In the year 1SS0- j CHATTER II. " Seam and gusset and band, Band and gusset and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in my dronm." Hoon. These were the words that rang in the head of .Florence Campbell, as she wearily bent over a little apron for one of her sisters, the same night that she was sent away without her wages by Mrs. Murch. "How do people think I can live without pay for my work ?" sighed she. "I sewed last week at Judge Law's, and his wife says I must go to his office for my money a thing I feel unwilling to do, for I dislike the way the man smiled at me whenever he found me alone while at his house. Then Mrs. Murch was cross to-night, and found so much fault with my work, saying she could not afford to pay such high prices. Oh, dear! I wonder if I do not earn my wages. The money I get seems little enough when there are so many things to be bought with it. I am glad I laid in a, good stock of Hour and potatoes when I got my last payment. If I had not done so, we must have gone hungry, for no one wants to trust a poor sowing-girl. I am sure, though I do not wish to go in debt, I am glad I cannot get credit. I am afraid I should be tempted to try it sometimes when rich people owe me, and we are so hungry for something besides bread and potatoes." Talking thus to herself in the dim light of her dark-wnlled room, Florence worked on till nearly midnight, and then went hopelessly to her long needed rest. She arose as early as usual, and pre pared her breakfast of hot griddle cakes and ousted potatoes, and waked Jennie and Julia, her Sounger twin sisters, with a cheery shout of " Hot cakes ! Who wakes ? Who'll eat while I bakes?" "There, little girls, don't say I did not make jioetry as well as breakfast for you. The cakes axe the substantiate and the poetry is the sauce. Gome, now, for I must be oft' soon to hunt for some work or some pay one or the other." The fresh girl-faces were sweet with morning miles as they lifted them for the usual kiss to the wise sister, who always rewarded them thus for making their toilets nicely; ami the scanty break fast was eaten with the sauce of good-apietite and a little salt and sugar. After the table was cleared and the room neatly arranged, Florence put on her hat and went out for the day. As the hour was quite early, she presumed she would not find Mrs. Murch ready to receive anyone, and feared t)e Judge would not be In his office, but concluded to go to the latter place first. She ascended the dingy staircase and knocked timidly at the door, and was bidden to "come in" with a loud voice that startled her. She opened Wie door with a kind of desperation, saying to Herself : "Why should I fear? My errand is an honest ne." The Judge turned toward her with a very bland smile, expressed his pleasure at seeing her, and asked, with apparent anxiety, what ho could do for so charming a young lady. He placed a chair near the table, where even at this early hour a bottle of wine and a glass were standing, each bearing evidence to their having been used for the morning "smile." Florence refused to be seated at first ; but, on being repeatedly urged, she reluctantly sank down, at the same time 'hurriedly telling her errand. "Money you want?" said the Judge. "You worked for my wife, did you ? Yes, I believe I !served your pretty face and fresh collars. Last week, was it not ? "Well, really, I must see my wife about It, and ask her what the bill is, before I etui pay it." "I worked just a week, at a dollar and a quarter day, sir. I presume you can remember I was there just a week, and I wish you would take my word for it T need the money so much," said Florence, with a tremor in her voice, but with uplifted head and clcar,.fearleas eyos. "Need the money, do you?" said the Judge. "What for? To buy more natty collars for your pretty white throat?" "Judge Law, I am not on the witnass stand." said Florence; "neither do I come here to hear omplimonts. I want what is justly my due, and, if it will hell) the matter, any, I can tell you I want the money to buy food for myself and my little sisters. I make my own collars, I thank you." "Well, you are a spunky little piece ; but I ad mire spunk," and here the Judge approached the chair on which she was sitting. "I'll lend you some money, or" taking out a twenty-dollar piece "I'll give you this, my dear, for a kiss." Before he had uttered the-last words, the indig nant girl had sprung to her feet, and, with the tears ot shame and wounded pride blinding her eyes, she rushed to the door and lied, as for her life, down the stairs, till at the foot she paused an instant, but not soon enough to hinder her haste and tears being seen by two ladies who M'ere just then passing the foot of the staircase. They were Bertha Wills and Anice Merton, and she drew back, terribly mortified that they should have seen her; for she felt that her face told too much of the sad riot that was going on in her heart. She was right ; the girls had seen the trouble and the anger and the fear, and their sympathies were aroused immediately. "Whj, Florence," said Anice, "what is the matter?" The poor girl was trembling now till she could hardly stand. "0 Anice!" she cried, "I can never tell you. But do go with me take me home." "Come with us," said Bertha. "I was expect ing you this morning. When Mrs. Murch paid you oil' last night, did she not tell you I wanted you?" "She did not pay me, neither did she tell me," sighed Florence, gradually growing calmer, but still very pale. "Poor girl ! Come and go with us," said both the girls, as they stepped each side of her and gave an arm to assist, for her face showed her need of help. "Have you heard bad news, or whatever can it be?" said Anice. "I cannot imagine what could have worried you so." "Wait till we get somewhere," said Florence. "I can't talk now." "Let us talk of something else," said gentle Bertha, who saw that it distressetl Florence to question her. .So they, Anice and Bertha, chatted away quite cheerfully about all sorts of things till they reached Bertha's home. They took Florence right into the little sewing-room, for they knew she would not be disturbed there; and when she had re moved her hat and had bathed her eyes and smoothed her hair, the girls again begged her to tell them her trouble, that they might help her to bear it. "Perhaps I ought to tell you, lent you imagine it worse than it is," said Florence. So she told them just what had happened, and' they could not doubt the truth of the clear, straightforward story, for it was corroborated by what they had seen of her anger and indignation. Bertha and Anice were so indignant that they could hardly restrain themselves. Anice jMced the floor back and forth, saying : "What a shame! What a disgrace ! A Judge who deals out such justice to poor, helpless women !" Bertha sat down beside Florence, put her arm around her, and said : "How do you live when people treat you so heartlessly ? But tell me, why did not Mrs. Murch pay you, nor tell you to come to me ?" "Oh, I suppose she forgot. Some one called just ms I was leaving, and she said she did not have the money, but would have it in the morning for me if I would come. She did not know how much I needed it then." "Have you had your breakfast? Come out and have some now. I'll warm you a cup of coffee," said Bertha. "Cook an egg for her, too," said Anice. "She needs strengthening food, I know; and she will need more of it if she ever gets safely through this wicked world. But I must be oil' to my school. There is the half-past eight bell, and my little chicks will need coralling," said Anice, cheerily, as she started to her work, for she was teaching a small private school, in which she took much in terest. Florence tried to make Bertha think she did not need anything, but Bertha would not be refused. "You have had enough to bear," she said, "to take away all the strength your breakfast has given you." Florence never drank coffee, so Bertha got her a glass of rich milk and a nicely poached egg, some rolls and fresh butter, and Florence was surprised to find how hungry she avus, and said so. , "I fear you did not have enough this morning. I do wish you would come here and breakfast while you sew for me. I would take it as a special favor if you would," said Bertha. "I ought not to leave my little sisters to cat alone," said Florence. "I am aVay so much, at the best" "We do not take breakfast till after the hour when you would come to begin work, and you can save a space for something nice, I urn sure," said Bertha, persisting, as was her wont when she thought she was in the right, and she gained her point. The wedding garments were beautifully finished under Florence's skillful fingers. Bertha found her an admirable workman, and was thankful that Mrs. Murch had taken a fit of charity and given up the nice seamstress to her, contenting herself with the poorer one. Florence was thank lul, too, for she found Bertha a willing and punc tual paymaster, as well as a very pleasant com panion. She had a good education, and could converse very intelligently on all the common topics of the day, and Bertha found her witty and amusing, for she had the good sense to appreciate a pleasant and intelligent companion wherever she found her, whether clothed in silks or calico, whether in a drawin-room or a sewing-room. And, as she wished to superintend her work, as well as to help whenever she could, the two girls were much together during the weeks that Flor ence remained. Earle Russell 'often came in toward evening and sat on the little porch that opened from the sewing-room, and once or twice, after work was done, Bertha prevailed on Florence to stay and play a game of croquet on the lawn, with her brother Roseoc as a partner. Then, when Flor ence started home, she put a parcel of nice things into her hands, saying: ' You have given me your time to help make our game pleasant, so let me get your sisters' supper for them, as you will be so late at home." Florence began to feel that there might be some enjoyment in. life for her yet. It had been a long time since she had passed so pleasant a fortnight as was the one in which she learned to love Bertha Wills. Anice came in often, and the trio went down town together to "match trimmings," passing Judge Law's office on the opposite side of the street. On the morning when Florence left his rooms in such haste, he had followed her to the head of the staircase, intending to. call her back and pay her the money that was her due, and had heard the first few sentences that passed between the three girls, and his heart quaked within him, lest Florence should betray his meanness to Miss Bertha Wills, tfce daughter of one of his influen tial neighbors. His fears were quieted, however, by the first words of the frightened girl, and he slunk back to his room, feeling that for once in his life he had made a mistake. A few days after ward, rightly judging that Florence would never again come to him for payment, and, fearing that his wife might ask some questions about it, he sent the money by a messenger to Florence's room. So, when his wife asked if Miss Campbell came for the money, he said :. "Yes. She presented her bill, and T paid it, as I always do your bills, without a question. Am I not a model husband ?" And Mrs. Law thought he was. To be continued. A Wash rr - Prkachkr. Rev. Thomas K. Beocher, writing to the Christian Union of his camp life in the woods, gives the following advice: "AM men ought to go to the woods and relig iously do their own washing'hnd general work, such as sewing, cooking, housekeeping and dish washing. The work of women is not sjKiken of sensibly by men till they have done it themselves. Gentlemen readers, it is easy to talk ! But just try it on a very modesf scale once, ami you'll honor working women more than ever. Do as, I have done do a wash of six pieces, and then re member that a woman turns oil" two hundred nieces in a day. I.onk at your watch and see how long it takes you. Look at your soap and see how much you have used. Iookat yourwhite clothes, handkerchief or towel, and see what you, have done or not done, and never again speak harshly of, or to, a woman on wash-da v, nor of laundry work as if it were unskilled labor. Trv it. A sympathetic gentleman, having washed two dozen pieces, will never change his shirt again without a glow of reverence anil gratitude. A similar and salutary coiir-cioiiHiiess will come to him who darns his own socks, twitches his trou sers, splices his suspenders ami washes dishes. Look not every man u-Mnithis own things, but every man also upon the work of a woman. Such an experience in the woods will go far toward the settling of the woman question, by teaching us that we are all members one of an other, and there must be no schism." A Story of Ireland. Recently, a voting girl named Catherine Cafferby, of BelmulleC in County the "domestic sen-ice" of a landlord as absolute as i.mi u'irnin. fin mrmu.tit tin. n-n.,t, .1:.. covered what that "service" customarilv involved. I he great man had the audacity to invoke the law to yoinpel. her to return, as she had not given .............. 1. uuui-i- m hit iiigui. fne citing to the door-post of her father's cabin ; she told aloud the story of her terror, and called on God and man to save her. Her tears. lnr lirL.t.-u pleadings were all in vain. The Petty Sessions Bench ordered her back to the landlord's "ser vice." or else to imv .V rr :.. :..:t . , . . 1 l ' "Vina in Mill. 1 his Is not a story of Bulgaria under Murad IV., .u jiukhiw in 1 in- u-igiioi me present sover eign. That nensnnt. tnrl Wnilt in SfiSI 4 i 1..... chastity. If she did not spend a fortnight in the """i ut.-i-nuse menus 01 outraged Vir tue, justice mid liummiit V Itfiwl til. ll..t II... story reached the outer world. 'lo correct a recent item, that the whole number of different postage stamps known to exist in the world is about 0000, a London firm of dealerr writes to the Tinier to say that this estimate is fas too small. They are now negotiating for the pur chase of a collection of 0000, no two of which are alike, and in 1S77 they purchased for S-I000 a col lection of 17.000 varieties. Tliov li-i kolfer of a collection of 20.000 for an equal number Wi 11(1 1 1 ti v suuu The. Boers of South Africa have a very useful so cial custom. When a Boer lady has a daichter in society, aim a young man calls to see her, the careful parent sticks a pin in the candle; when the candle bums down to the pin, the young man knows his time is out: he nicks bimi.if i leaves. Bores of more civilized society might be managed in the hame way. A writer in an Australian iapersays that rust in wheat can be prevented by soaking the wheat for twenty-four hours in sea water made stronger by adding more salt, then drying it in lime, and sow ing in drills not broadcast. "FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND." A lady correspondent of an Eastern paper de tails the conversation between herself and a man who has found out that "things are not what they seem." As they were watching the bathers along the beach at Long Branch, he suddenly said : J "There is'no honesty in your sex. You dress yourselves so as to seem what you're not. You are humbugs. Do you see the graceful creature yonder under the umbrella? Pretty, isn't she? Hair of midnight, eyes of jet, willowy form, tiny feet oh, yes, tiny feet ! See here, iny lady ; let me tell you something about those 'feet. I've been there I've been fooled; but now I am a sadder and wiser man and a skeptic for life. I was -mashed' on that girl. It wasn't so much her face and figure as it was her feet. Bless your heart, how she did fix them up in slippers of kid and stockings of satin. They were so shapely and apparently small, in all their glory of fash ionable fixings, that I was not prepared for the dreadful truth which finally fell upon me with crushing effect. I followed her down here to the beach the other day, at a short but still respectful distance. She made the daintiest little tracks in the moist sand that you ever saw. They were something like this," and he made small spots on a card. "Those were the imprints of the soles and heels of her feet, you understand." "Of the soles and heels of her French slippers, If you desire to be exact," I suggested. "That's just the point, he assented ; "but wait a bit. My drawing doesn't give any idea of size, but I assure you that the tracks were no more than number twos not an eighth of an inch lar ger than twos. Well, I fondly tracked those foot prints toward a bath-house, into which she disap peared from my enraptured gaze." "And then ?" "She came out, after a little while, in a bathing suit and skurried down to, the surf. And, good heavens! you ought to have seen the tracks she left this time. She was barefooted, you under standno French heels in the middle of her feet no soles beveled narrow and short. Taking these diagrams that I drew as representing the size of her slipper tracks, here are the marks of her own feet, on the same scale," and he drew again. "Her tracks, you perceive, were then number sixes or sevens. That was enough. My Venus was off her pedestal." M O The dead walls of Munich broke out, in all the colors of the rainbow, with announcements that the greatest wonder of the world would be sub mitted to public inspection, in the shape of a gorilla trained to perform on the violin. The Coliseum was crowded on the opening night of the performance. There was the gorilla, horrible of aspect, but unquestionably skilled in the produc tion of sweet sounds from an ordinary violin. A skeptical spectator contrived to approach him un observed, and made an incision in his hide with a penknife. The animal did not mind it. Encour aged in his suspicions, the doubter seized Pongo from behind and shook him roughly, whereon the seams of his skin gave way, and a man stood re vealed to an astounded audience. An American gentleman taking a walk in Lon don the other day chanced to behold in a grocer's window an immense pile of -hams stamped with the name and address of a dealer in Chicago, whilst overhead hung a placard inscribed, "Beat Canadian hams, one shilling and sixpence per pound." The nronrietor of the PstMhlinhmmit. chanced to come to the door, and the gentleman emieii uis aiiciuion to tne incongruity of selling Chicago hams as a Canadian product. "Ah ! yes, yes," exclaimed the grocer, with an air of convic tion : "Chicago is one of the United State. T hxl forgotten that." The ceremony of marrvinar one John Hall aiwl a Mrs. Miller was perfouned by a Justice at Cincin nati, uiuo. ine couple went to a restaurant for a wedding dinner. After the meal was over the husband said that he hail an errand to do, bat would not be absent more than ten minutes. He put one arm around the bride's neck, kissed her, and with the disengagetl hand took $300 from her pecket. She has not seen hiin since. An old California pmspeetor is of the opinion that the North Pole is a solid mass of gold. He says it cannot be otherwise, for the reason that all gold-bearing true fissure veins, in all )arts of the world, run in the direction of the North Pole, just like the parallels of longitude, and that, like these, all the gold veins must come together at the Pole and end in a golden knob. The railrond monoooli3 dnn't lm if u tu; own way, after all. A woman in Chicago sued the Central Pacific for $75 damages for allowing a lueuniuuve 10 scam an me nair on a valuable dog expressed her from San Francisco. She obtained judgment and collected the money before the company found out that it wis a Japanese dogand never had any hair. A little girl, four years old, created a ripple bv remarking to the teacher of her Sunday School class: "Our dog's dead. I bet the angels was scared when they see him coming up the walk. He's cross to strangers." If a shirt bosom or other article has been scorched in ironing, lay it where the bright sun light will fall directly on it. It will take it out at once. 4 . t . The army Avorm got as far as Boston, when a miss with eye-glasses called it by its real "name. It immediately laid down and died. An uncertain-looking man went into a Milwau kee drug store the other day, and asked for a bot tle of "anarchy." Love, the toothache, smoke, a cough, and a tiglrt boot, are things which cannot possibly be kept secret very long. J hut rmtt It is a contradiction of natural philosophy, b cold, cold ice cream will warm up her heart. Ar Church choirs are putat the back end of churohea to accommodate the timid worshipors who cannot face the music. i Tt is tho oriIiniirJ' Hfe of a bee is only ninotv' days. The end of a bee, however, is vory liiolv. -MO.-,. Diligence is the mistress of success.