The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-05-10
CHAPTER 1.
THE FoErUSE TELLER.

CHATTER I.
THE FOBrUSE TELLER.
'Whatl Closeted with a book on sucl
lovely May morning as this? Why,
have been everywhere looking for you
What do you say to good galIop ol
horseback? Come, it will do you good. ,
and the merry-hearted Blanche Levere
already attired for ride, pushed wild,
open the door of her friends boudoir, a
she walked in and seated herself neaI
the open window, with the familiarity
of an old friend. "Come, get ready, anC
/ viii wait"
Well, since you have taken ths
trouble to ride over here after me, L will
60, though L was very much interested,' p
answered Sonora Hewitt, as she LAID
down her book and arose to prepare fol
ride. 'But where do you intend 90.
ing?"
''Oh, anywhere; I am not particular
Suppose we 60 as far as Katy Burke's ?
have never been there yet. They say
she is an excellent fortune teller, and /
am going to have mine told, be it good
or bad"
You surely do not believe in fortune
telling, Blanche?" asked Sonora, as She
adjusted the skirt of her habit.
"Why, no, cannot say that really
do, but 1 should like to hear what the
old lady has to say, just for the novelty
Oft. VIII you have yours told?"
81 viii 90 with you, but / will not
have mine told. / am not anxious TO
know the future, and besides I think it
very wrong. If God had intended us to
know what was in store for us he would
have revealed it, but in an all wise PROV
idenee He hid futurity, and we should
not try to pry into it, }" answered Sonora,
as she followed her friend to the door.
"Oh, you little parson," said Blanche,
laughing, "you always see everything
in different light from me. L wish
Miss Levere could imbibe some of your
good sense"
'De hoss am ready, missus,n said
Sampson, poking his woolly head in at
the front door as they descended the
stairs.
"Why, had forgotten to order my
horse. 1 must be absent minded in
deed,'' said Sonora, turning to Blanche
''Oh, took upon myself the response
bility to tell Samp, as I came in, that if
was not down stairs in five minutes to
have Jetty ready for you"
"Well, I'm obliged to you for your
thOughtfulness, said Sonora, as Blanche
placed her tiny slippered foot within
Samp's black palm, while with a spring
like one accustomed TO equestrian exer-
cises she seated herself upon the saddle.
Then, helping his young mistress to
mount, he handed her the reins, as he
stepped back looking as proud as if he
had done some notable act In few
moments the horses, with their fair rid
ers, were lost to sight by the grand old
trees which skirted the road on both
sides for distance Of three miles.
Having introduced our heroine and
her friend to the reader, we will inform
them Of something pertaining to their
characters.
Sonora Hewitt was the only daughter
Of her parents. Her father, Col. Hewitt,
was in every sense of the word a gentle
man. Having won glory upon the battle
field, he was now, in the meridian of his
days enjoying the society of his family,
together with that wealth which he had
labored hard to achieve. For his citv
residence he had built him a splendid
mansion, opposite Grammercy mark
New York, and surrounded as he was bv
all that wealth could procure, might
have been perfectly happy as far as this
world is concerned had i'm not been for
his wife. She was one of those naughty,
high-minded women who look upon
wealth and station as first in all the at
tainments of life. Possessing a hand
some face and few accomplishments,
she had won the heart Of her husband
who, like too many other young men, had
looked only at the exterior, never think
ing that beneath lay n disposition yet to
be tried, but believed the beautiful girl
who appeared so amiable before him
could never change. Alas for human
nature! Too late he found out his error
The first three years Of their married
life they had spent in travelling. and il
was not until after the birth of their
only son Harry that the Colonel deter
mined to settle down and enjoy life in
the bosom of his family.
-Four years later, when his home was
gladdened by the birth of the little So
nora, his joy knew no bounds. Now
thought he, as he gazed upon his wife
she will change and give up this taste
for fashionable life, whose alluren,ants
are so hollow and vain. But how vas
it? Not as the fond father and affac-
tionate husband had anticipated. Al
first Mrs. Hewitt had seemed more do
mestic, and the Colonel thought his an
tieipations were to be realized; but as
the child grew and developed that
beauty for which the mother had been