The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1874-10-15

mo u vc were hurt. Hfs2hcrse regained
h;s feet and stood near with : sheepish
ex precision IS though he were the veriest
| culprit on earth.
Bradbury found himself able to walk,
and before he and his companion reached
the house she. had promised that when
Christmas should come again she would
become his wife and 60 with him to his
mountain home. And so it was settled
ut that time he Should come for her.
With this understanding he again clasped
hands in parting and set out for his
home in the Siskiyou. He found his
partners eagerly awaiting his retnrn, and
all were soon busy with pick, shovel and
hydraulic. sss- Il I,
As autumn approached and the water
In the creek became too low for mining
purposes, Bradbury set about erecting q
house somewhat more pretentious than
the limited quarters occupied by himself
and partners. h-t-ts
A pleasant site near the town was Sc
lectcd, and though the house was far
from being an elegant or imposing struct.
ure it was neat and comfortable and far
superior to a majority of the homes of
pioneers.
Not long after he left BOSSES, a young
drover from Southern Oregon called at
the ranch, and, stopping for day or two,
became quite enamored of the fair Ada
liza. His attentions were not received
with favor, but he persisted, and at the
first opportunity proposed.
The girl frankly told him that she was
affianced, and that her lover was in Cali
fornia. OF this he was already. aware,
but had feigned ignorance. He laughed
at the idea Of her trusting to miner
from the mountains, saying they were
like the sailors and made love for pas.
time.
After some time, becoming wearicd
| with his opportunities, she told him
that if Bradbury did not return at
the appointed time she would talk with
him, but until that time she would have
nothing to say to him on the subject
He then took his departure, not, how
ever, until he had made an arrangement
with friend, who lived near by to
notify him promptly if Bradbury did no,
return by the 25th of December. H..
While engaged in building his house
Bradbury received an injury from a fall
ing timber which disabled him for some
weeks, and occasioned some delay in his
departure, so that Christmas was al
ready past when he set out Crossing
the mountains, he stopped one night al
Jacksonville, and then pushed forward
as rapidly as possible, for his forced de-
tention had occasioned him no little anx
iety. On the second day after leaving
Jacksonville he fell in with traveller
riding like himself on horseback, and in
the same direction. This stranger gave
his name as Hartman, and after few
hours became communicative He said
that he had become tired of leading a
single life, and was going down to the
Umpqua to change his condition. Brad
| bury appeared to take but little notice
of his remarks, but .contrived to keer
him talking until he learned that the
young lady whom he was going to see
had been engaged to /" a chap from Cali
fornia," but as he, the Californian, had
not appeared at the appointed time
Hartman expected to step in and win
the prize with scarcely an effort They
continued to travel in company, and
when they came in sight of Bosses
ranch HarE man remarked with much
assurance: g
"There is the home of the future Mrs
Hartmann
Bradbury said nothing, and pretended
that he was journeying on to Portland OF
Salem. Hartman, however, invited him
to call on his fair Dulcinea, and, touch.
ing his horses rein, they rode together to
the house. Adaliza was at the door in
| a moment, and as Bradbury sprane
lightly from the saddle she came to his
arms as only Oregon girls can and dc
come to the arms of their lovers. Hank
man looked on with surprise, but a,
length found words to exclaim:
Euchcred! what a grouse (Oregonian
for simpleton) was not to know it!' He
turned his horses head in the direction
whence he came, and no grass could even
sprout beneath his horses feet until he
was out of sight.
On New Years day there, was we'd
ding at Bosses rancho, and q few weeks
later horseback journey down to the
Willamette, and when the early spring
had come, and the skies were clear a
longer ride through the flower-be
sprinkled valleys of Oregon, and over the
fir and pine clad Siskioon to- the neat
cabin at Indian Town