The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-06-28


subtle minded old plotter could have |
himself wifi satisfaction as he /
sat by and Witnessed with his own eyes I
the admirable manner in which Joe |
Game w6tEed for his fee.
i.ssIt takes a lawyer, after all" said he
to himself 81 don't care much what he
charges. / only hope he'll keep it up
that way till Scott gifts home again.
And then to see Bob Humphrey? Why,
the feller's got the perseverance of the
saints, but he amt nowhere with Joe
Gaines.n
As for Irene Wyer herself, her red lips
laughed and pOuted, and her bright
black eyes sparkled and deepened, and
her life seemed flowing onward very
pleasantly, as if no deep laid plots and
schemings had any power over her or
her happiness. Moreover, through it
all, Joe Gaines seemed to maintain the
most complete external semblance OF
frank hearted friendship with Bob
/ Humphrey. Odd as il may seem, the
young lawyer also found that his prac-
tice had undergone very sensible in
crease, caused mainly by the warm,
/ though covert, encOmiums which the
good deacOn's heart compelled him TO
utter here and there, in his keen appre-
citation of his young friends tact and
management.
Time will fly, however, and the mails
brought at last to Pilsey homestead the
welcome news that its absent hope and
heir would shortly return. There were
letters from Scott Pilsey to his mother,
and his sister Maggie, and Irene Wyer,
and even to his old cronies and school
mates, Joe Gaines and Bob Humphrey,
aud 20, aar1, ha ha1 ,hf1ace 4
ter of special interest TO communicate.
No noisy, smoky, disgusting railway
trains as yet veXed the retirement and
repOse OF the village, but at last, on the
morning when all things were in a state
Of almost painful expectancy of his ar
rival, not the ordinary stage coach, but
a private hired carriage heavy with
trunks and packages, bore Scott Pilsey
TO the door Of his fathers home.
In an instant the little veranda was
full Of those who awaited him, but when
the deacon's tall, sun-burned and bushy-
headed son sprang out upon the grass
he turned his back TO the veranda for 9
moment, while he aided the movements
of n graceful, well-favOred, dark-fea.
tured young lady, who followed him, and
whom, even in the first warmth of hi:
welcome home, he introduced as, "my
wife, my Lucia"
! Maggie Pilsey Rugged and kissed her
and so did Irene Wyer, and also, i'm Z
moment more, did old Mrs. Pilsey, anC
the deacon was too wise a man to seen
altogether astOnished, while Joe Gaine:
and Bob Humphrey were fairly bolster.
Gus. In fact, Scott Pilsey's California
bride was so overcome by the warmth
of her greeting, that the poor thing for.
got her pride, and burst into tears. In
half a minute after that, there wasn't {
lady visible, and then Joe and Bob knew
enough to leave the deacon and his sol
to themselves. The young men walked
off arm in arm, but they were bacl
again before the day was over.
; The deacon's face was a trifie serious
but not cloudy, and before long he man
1 aged to get Joe Gaines offby himself 70
a bit of private conversation.
"And so, joe" said he, ''yOu and tn
i. rest knew all about this matter of Scott
( some time ago."
{ "Well, yes; Irene told me in conf
dence, and then, when they wrote am
: told Scott how matters were here, h
c wrote to congratulate us, and begged u
not to spoil his surprise TO you. w
c couldn't tell after that, you know"
Il "Ahem! well-nO-I can't say; but
!, perhaps not L can't get mad at Scott
!. for she's brought him a big rancho an
Il a mine; but what am / to do with yo
Il now? / like Bob Humphrey first-rat
If i alters did like Bob-and now it can
d be Scott, l don't see as / ort to interior,
e You've armed your fee, and I'll pay il
but, then, you see, there amt no NOR
o USE
n "Oh! no; not Bit" interrupted Joe
r 'Bob is a good fellow, and he and Mag
gle are just suited. Irene and / thin
o that Maggie couldn't have made n bet
: ter match, and we think Scotts don
/ splendidly we'll"
Y '1rene and you?" exclaimed the dea
E con.
ayes, of course. rve explained I
Irene that / can't afford to lose my fec
/ told her so at the beginning, and sh
: said / must earn il. Seems to me Pv
{ done that; but I'll let you up"
I "Done it, by JOven' exclaimed tn
, deacon. Al should rather think yO
t hdre' Nes-yOu and LreRer'