The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1876-05-26

they can get little start, and that will
relieve my poor mother"
Mr.. Morrison smiled sadly.
"You forget that one important party
to such a contract will be Jason An
drews himself" he said, dryly.
"True," replied Madge; ~ did forget.
There's always some horrid obstacle in
the way Of human happiness. But it's
late, and must be up early; so good
night. Remember me in your prayers"
The sudden disappearance of Madge,
Hanson, and Morrison had awakened
no little commotion at Molalla Moor
land. Jason Andrews, like all men and
women of narrow minds, was an incor-
rigible gossip; and, whenever he was
sober enough to go among the neigh
bors, he kept curiosity on the qui UiUe
by dark allusious to some probable
crime, which illusions were remem-
bered and magnified till the newly-cre-
ated civil authorities, to whom late
county organization had recently given
existence, were burning with impatient
desires to distinguish themselves in
serving for their country for so much
per diem with perquisites.
The meeting of the first grand jury
that ever held sage councils in the dis
trict gave Jason Andrews a favorable
opportunity to lay before that august
and honorable body the information
that. led to finding true bill against
Morris Morrison for the murder of
| George Hanson.
1t was we'll known that the two men
were enemies; and, though the precise
nature of Andrews testimony before the
star chamber guardian of so-called
American liberties was only guessed at
by the general public, the fact was soon
apparent that testimony had been given
of sufficient circumstantial directness to
seem to warrant the search for and ar
rest of the missing man.
All unconscious of his impending
doom, Mr.. Morrison, the next morning
after his last talk with Madge, visited
an exchange office, where the official
letter from his California business
proved satisfactory as collateral for any
reasonable amount.
A check for a thousand dollars was
soon in his possession, to say nothing of
sundry bank notes of lesser value, when
his eyes were attracted by the sudden
CLEAN of a valuable diamond ring in a
little showcase, where a number of
other choice jewels were on exhibition.
"Where did you get that ring?" he
asked, impulsively.
"Of an old clothes broker down street,
sir. Twas pawned for a couple O.
hundreds by worthless chap who went
out on the steamer last night. OF course
he'll never redeem it. They never do.
bought it this morning, sir. A bar
gain. Maybe you'd like to invest"
mot to-day"
Pocketing check and bank notes, Mr..
Morrison went his way, saying to him.
, self in an undertone:
"How the mischief did that rascal get
Madge's ring? Is it possible that she
gave it to him to get him away? ?"
| Determining to question her closely
as soon as he had opportunity, be
. entered the hotel at dinner time, anG
Tommy was bringing his order wher
the sheriff, whom she instantly recog
nized as the deep-voiced parson of Mo
e lalla, to whom she was indebted fol
[ much of her present trouble, walked il
e with a warrant, of the nature of which
r she was wholly ignorant, and, with tn,
| aid of two city policemen, carried hin
s off as prisoner.
5 1t was all in vain that Morris pro
f tested against being sent to prison with
] out having first been made acquaintet
l with the nature of the misdemeano
with which he had been charged. Th
+ new sheriff was after business, and il
b no mood to be trifled with.
a Daily mails and daily newspaper
e were unknown in the early history @
the particular commonwealth of whicl
l. we write, and for week Madge lived il
/ dread uncertainty concerning the fate c
l. her friend.
p Sara Perkins received the check whic
n the last free act of her benefactor ha
s. been to draw in her favor, and Madge'
g heart ached almost to bursting as sh
Of assisted her to depart for her own moth
t. ers clouded abode.
"Oh, if only dared to send a lette
e, to my poor motheru' she though
E. And then came the question, "Wh
shouldn't write? Sara doesn't imag
to inc that Pm George Hanson's wife, an
II she'll deliver it for me. Pill risk i
IN anyhowp'
at So, while the coach was waiting th,
or was to convey the girl and her child
the abode that Madge's hands ha
III buiIded, the refugee from human la
scribbled the words:
'Madge remembers you. Be hopeful and p
tient. You shall hear more anon"
We "Therew ~ thought Madge; "that wi
en- comfort mother, and will tell no tale
ne no matter who sees it,"
IL The return post brought her lor
i letter in q large huff eDVeIOne not fro