The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-07-05

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is written i'm a delicate lady's hand. /
will show it to mamma. Perhaps mine
and Harry's surmises are right; he is
not what he seems to be-" and taking
her light. retired to her own room, feel
ing a little more composed, though
somewhat puzzled.
Let us return to Norman. As soon rs
he left Colonel Hewitt's, he proceeded
at once to his hotel, walking leisurely
along, thinking over the days pleasure
and the bright future in anticipation,
building "castles in the air" and so on,
while the moon shone full upon him,
when suddenly dark figure emerged
from behind tree, and stepping before
him, impeded farther progress.
"Stand back! What means this in
trusiOn?" exclaimed he, angrily. "Or,
by Heaven! rll shoot you," and placing
his hand upon revolver, which was
hid beneath his vest, stood ready to de-
fend himself.
AYE, what means this interview?
You can answer that question as well as
l. Liar! Murderer! You are a scourge
upon the earth Not content with that
which has already been done, YOU seek
still further to revel in your hellish
practice of winning fond hearts to crush
beneath your cursed feet. You had bet
ter cease where you are, for | am her
avengeT, and you can RcUcr rcd another,
though you escaped ME once and became
the husband of Josephine Minturn.
Start not! l know it all, and while /
seek revenge for my own pure and inno-
cent child, will also be the avenger of
the lone orphan and the deserted wife,
who sleeps beneath the sod in her lone
ly grave at Marsailles. Stop, Herbert
Norman Burke, alias Mcintosh, stop i'm
your career at once, or by the Good
Spirit above, will plunge this to the
hilt in your black hearth and raising
her dagger, the moon revealed the fea-
lures of old Katy, the fortune teller, to
the gaze of Norman.
offend, do you still pursue me to
blast my happiness?" Dead men tell
no tales, nor women either, muttered
Norman. "Take that! and that ~ and
quicker than thought the sound of a
pistol was heard, and Katy lay lifeless
upon the ground, while her midnight
assassin plunged into the thick bushes
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seated as if nothing had happened.
''That job is done" said he, as he
pulled a cigar az did not care about
adding murder to my crimes, though
she has already given me that title; but
there was no other alternative. She
may rs well be out of the way. AS for
me, to have all my plans frustrated, and
perhaps to be killed by her in the end,
for there is no knowing what a revenge
ful woman will do when she gets her
temper up! / will never be suspected
by these innocent Yankees, and it will
soon die away, and then | shall be at
peace, which i never could be while she
was living, for she swore vengeance,
and have it / know she would, for she is
thoroughbred Indian i'm disposition. /
love that girl, Notwithstanding all my
former amours; in fact, never loved
before, though had a peculiar peachdnt
for White Star. / never did for Jose
phine, poor girl. 1t was pity, for, ac
cording TO that old hags story, she must
be dead. If so, she is better of, fo7
should have married my fair beauty
anyhow, and perhaps spent the rest of
my Jovial course in the penitentiary for
bigamy. Well, it is a greal better the
way it is now. / am free, free from all,
and can do as l please once MORE" and
throwing the stump of his cigar into the
spittoon, he prepared to retire.
And thus reasoned the afiianced hus-
band of the lovely Sonora Hewitt. y
murderer and villain, he was soon to
stand before the altar of that God he
had offended and pledge himself the
protector of innocence and purity!
Man, man, where is thy shame? Were
you not made in the image of your Gre
ator? Surely this is not initiating the
example that that Father has set before
you.
TO be eontinued.J