The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1873-01-03

call Lodi. Her identity can be proved
by a scar on her left arm just above the
elbow, which, if my sister, she received
from the carelessness of her nurse PATTY
on that fatal day"
Sonora, whose joy knew no bounds,
rushed from the room to bring her bene-
factor and friend. Lodi, who had no
suspicion of what was going on, knew
not why she was hurried in SO uncere-
moniously. Her amazement increased
when the Colonel came forward and
asked her to show him her left arm.
Complying with his request, she re-
marked, as she did so:
"There is nothing remarkable in the
arm of poor Lodi but this scar, which
was caused by singular and rather
wild process when was very young,
mere infant"
''The same! The lapse of forty years
has failed to Grace it. My sister, my
long lost Maggiew exclaimed the Colo
mel, clasping the almost terrified woman
to his bosom.
Beleasing her, she was almost stimuli
taneously embraced by every one of the
happy party. "Aunt Maggiel Aunt
AIaggiel" was heard from all the young
people, and she, whom all had thought
friendless and alone, now became the
center of attraction. Robert and Harry
completely monopolized her, and es-
corting her to the sofa, each took seat
beside her.
"You see you are well guarded, aunt
Maggie" said Robert, "and we will not
suffer you to go until we have a story
from your own lips which shall reveal
to US the past life of one doubly dear to
us as the preserver of our lives"
Lodi, or Maggie Hewitt, as we shall
henceforth call her, was so overcome
with emotion and joy at finding herself
in the possession of so much happiness
that she could not speak, but gave vent
| to her excited feelings in food Of tears,
as she leaned her head upon the bosom
of that nephew whose father she so
much resembled. Recovering her self
possession after few moments, she
arose, and, walking across the room to
where the Colonel sat, she stood cycling
him closely, as though she was trying
TO look into the long-forgotten past, or
almost doubted his identity. Mrs.
Hewitt arose, and gently placing an arm
around her, drew her into seat beside
that brother whose happiness seemed
now complete.
"Dear brother and sister, have oft
times in my distant forest home prayed
in my rude way that might meet my
kindred ere / was called to the happy
Ihunting-grounds, still | never dreamed
of this; and who must thank but the
Great Spirit, whom Lodi learned TO love
I through the instrumentality Of that man
of God, Clarence Pierpont. My history
since my earliest remembrance will 10
doubt prove interesting to you all, not
only on account of its narration of one
whom you supposed dead, but also on
account Of its strangeness and wild ro-
nance, for have been an inhabitant of
the forest for years, with only the row.
ing gypsy and wild Indians for my
companions, and to the latter 1 for
many years thought owed my origin,
until at the death ofon who had beent the
cause of all this sorrow, was informed
Of my birth, and that l had relatives
who were living. but whose names l
never could learn. Though / was Gu
rious enough TO wonder and wish that l
might sometime meet my own kindred,
yet was so much attached to my mode
of living, so wild and free, that cared
little to change it forone more civilized,
and no doubt would have have still been
living in darkness had not Providence
thrown Sonora, my much loved niece,
in my way and softened my heart to-
wards her. Had not these dear ones
come among us as they did, what would
have become of me? Yes" and
springing to her feet, caused her friends
to almost fear for her sanity for a mo-
ment. "And, oh, / am happy! too
happy Can this be real? When l re-
late to you my life some parts of it will
make you shudder; you will wonder
how and why l was saved, and unite
with me in thanking that Kind Father
who decreed that 1 might enjoy this
blessed privilege of being eiasped to the
bosom of those near and dear to me;
and at last of resting in the tomb of my
ancestors, side by side with that dear
mother whom scarcely remember, but
whom know sank into an early grave
mourning for her lost baby, her little
Maggie"