The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1870-10-07

ing tnat time, nc heafd q llght 100
running down the steps and ava
from the house. On first looking ou
he saw nothing; great rush of win
and rain swept past him, and be mad
a movement to close the door befor,
he perceived little creature in tn,
doorway, wrapped in warm cloak
from the hood of which, the brigh
little anxious face peeped out, a.
she held up letter in one of bel
chubby hands.
8" is there no one with you?
"'Bobo has gone way l,sped the
child. He tol' Etba mus give 'oo
letter.
"Surpriscd beyond words, be
drew the child in from the rain, and
carried her in his arms to the libra
ry, for she could not have been over
three years Of age, where he held
her on his knee, while be tore open
the missive she bore, and read:
"'Thc child who gives you this
paper is Ethclda, daughter of Rob-
ert and Ethelda Catherwocd, who
were taken captive by pirates somc-
thing over two years ago. Her faith
er was killed by us, after holding him
captive over a month, for not &C.
knowledging the truth about his mon-
ey. He did not have nearly so much
as We expected. Her mother died
Of a broken heart-I suppose six
months after | compelled her to mar
ry me, the captain Of the pirate ves-
sci. l was very fond of her, and
might have become better man if
she had lived. However, that's
neither here nor there. took pi-
rates oath to her, on her dying-bed,
that l would bring this child to its
uncle, James Catherwood, in New
York City, and leave it with him,
with the request of its mother that
he would adopt it and care for it as
his own. I've rut myself out good
deal to keep my promise but pi-
rates oath is sacred to him; and she
said she'd ask God to forgive me if
| Iwoud. | hope you'll be as kind to
the little tot as Bobo--that's me-
has been. It's cruel hard for me to
give her up. She's great pet with
all the ship--but here goes Good
by, little Etha-you will never see
Bobo again !"
"The little girl grew up great
pet in my grandfathcr's house. Quite
fortune came to her from Bombay,
bat the man whom she married con-
trivel to lose it for her in uufortun-
ate spaculstions. Our Ethal is her
daughter. Both her parents are now
dead, as you know"
Oliver pushed back his chair aud
made his escape into the twilight
out of doors. A mighty struggle
was going on in his mind.
When he returned to thc drawing
room Ethel was alone at the piano,
while Camilla was the center of Il
fattering group. As he encounter
ed the soft. sad eyes of the orphan
he felt like a thief Abruptly he
turned from them, but be could not
Danish conviction.
There was n vision ever before bis
eyes, floating in the air. on the car
pet, coming between him and the
face of the woman he loued. Eve
rywhere he turned ne saw brass
bound chest, and in it the yellow
corpse of noblc-looking man, with
a cruel wound on the high forehead,
and black ringlcts creeping down
about the throat; and while he gaz-
ed, fascinated, touched, and shrinking
the vivid apparition turned gray, and
melted like vapor, and dissolved into
handful Of ashes, and as it faded
out voice echoed hollowly from the
chest
"Giee to the orphan girl. EMelda
that which bslongsto her !'
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