The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-12-27
VOLUME II

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"Children, as there is no particular
amusement on hand this evening, sup
pose 1 entertain you with a true story
"Oh, delightful. dop' exclaimed they
with one accord.
"'Tis a story of my own life," con-
tinued he, "and may not only prove in
teresting, but may also be the means Of
unravelihg the mystery, Robert, of
the resemblance of Lodi TO your fathers
likeness; so tonight after supper you
may consider me at your service, one
and all, J." and closing the door, the old
gentleman retired to his library.
''Well, Dell, shall leave you to keep
your mother and mine company to-day,
for 1 am of in few moments" said
Sonora.
"What is your hurry?n asked Harry.
"Better wait till they are up"
"Oh, never fear. They rise early at
the Marsh's, you know; besides it is
best to go early and return early,
though 1 anticipate no more danger
from kidnappers, but wish to be on
hand in time to hear papa's story; so
an reUoH till my return" and throwing
on her cloak and hood, she descended
the steps, followed by Samp, who would
allow no one else to drive, thinking
himself a sure protection from all harm.
All was hustle and preparation at the
Marsh's, and Blanche, who had imbibed
little of the contagion, was stirring
about here and there, while her cheeks
looked as blooming as in days past.
Cordelia, who had lost much Of her
languor and inactivity since her ludi-
erous elopement with the ineognito
"Claude," was busily engaged in sun
dry domestic arrangements when So
nora entered.
"Oh, good morning, ma cAere annie ~
exclaimed she in lively tone. 81
feared you would not come, the air
seemed so frosty"
"Oh, Jack Frost has pinched my
cheeks, you see, and brought back some
Of the lost color" replied Sonora, glanc-
ing in the mirror before her and smil-
ing; "and besides, ! could not miss
spending one more day with you before
you assumed the matronly title of Mrs.
Robert Hewitt"
a rosy blush mantled the brow OF
Cordelia as grandpa entered the room,
saying:
"But not quite so romanticalIy sound
ing as Mrs. Claude Montrose - hey,
puss?"
''Now, grandpa, you are too provok-
ing" replied Cordelia, tossing her head
and pretending to look very indignant.
81 shall never hear the last of that az
fair. Every once in a while Robert
asks me when have heard from dear
Claude and laughingly adds, 'Oh, Of
course it was not the five thousand but
the dear girl that he cared for.'U
\ merry laugh from Blanche, who
stood peeping in at the window that
opened upon the piazza, caused them to
look that way, when whom should they
see accompanying her but Andrew
Golfer.
Good morning, all. Do not be
frightened AT my sudden appearance. !
was in this neighborhOod on some bust.
ness, and thought would call and in.
quire after the health of all parties anC
whether you had heard any more from
that dear Claude"
''There it goes againr' exclaimed Cor
della. ''Do have mercy upon me.
have long since repented Of my roman
tic notions and my acquaintance witt
Monsieur, to say nothing Of my thank
fulness towards my preserver.n
"Had you given Monsieur the title o
rascal you would have called hin
what he truly is, for he has lately mer
tied another name, which, though no
quite so bad as stealing young ladies
the name Of forger,' is quite sufficient
to give him an entrance into a large
mansion called the penitentiary, wher,
he will have several years to repent o
his crimes, and perhaps REFORM"
, "Goodn' exclaimed grandpa, clap
ping his broad palm upon the table
. You see how the wicked are punished
;, III the end, while those WHO endeavor {,
do right generally come out victorious
even though they may pass through tb,
fiery trials. Claude will very likel,
: finish his career in the State prison. an,
5 Norman has already finished his, hav
n ing been killed by the hand Of Gather
: inc de Midci."
/ "Are you quite certain of this latte
d assertion, Captain?' asked Andre,
d Golfer.
a "As certain as this: Sonora, yo
n know, was a captive with the Indian
, She was rescued by her friends, Cathel
e inc being one of their number MOI
man fell into the trap he had set fc
e others, and became himself a prey [
d the Indians. They intended to bur
him at the stake, but Catherine detei
e mined to see him dead ere she left hin
1 and plunged dagger into his hear
I and our friends left him dead on th
eamping-grounds of the Natchitoehes.
/ "a dreadful fate indeed! Then
n must have been mistaken, though ce
,r tainly thought saw him in New o
leans a short time ago, and 1 though
p too, he recognized me, for he retreate
D from my view as quickly as possibl
d and though followed him up closel,
could pain no further clue.v