The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1878-10-12
II do not know why you should not,

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was the brusque reply.
Il believe Agnes Oscawanda has be-
witched you with some Of her fathers
outlandish Indian charms, flashed out
Julia.
Perhaps she has" said Guy, laugh
ing; cher fathers or her own.
ssGuy, it is no jesting matter.
"Did I say it was, Miss spitfref DO
leave me in peace little while now.
ssBut Helena wants you to go with
her and gather flowers and autumn
leaves.
II shall do nothing of the sort said
Guy and he adhered resolutely to his
resolution.
The day Of the much-anticipated pic
mic came but Guy, instead Of escorting
Miss Dickson down to the slope of vel
vet grass, shaded by superb forest trees,
which had been selected as the site of
the merry making, took his gun and
started off into the woods.
81 won't be deafened by the cackle Of
these girls, quoth he to himself.
.sDead Oh, father, father, he is not
dead"
Old Oscawanda, thesswart- -browed In
dian interpreter, listened with his ear
against the stalwart chest of the fallen
hunter, who lay among the yellow au-
tumn leaves, where Agnes had found
him, bathed in his own blood. There
had been some imperfection in the lock
of the new rife-what or where no one
ever knew, but it was blown in pieces,
andsGuy Dayenant lay like dead man
beside it.
They carried him to the little cabin
beside the rushing Falls of the Matar-
casca, and laid him on the rude couch of
the old Indian, and then he struggled
his way back again to life.
@Who bound up these woundsl" he
asked with a slight shudder, as he
glanced downward at bandages ndwrap-
pings, and began TO comprehend the full
extent of the peril from which he had so
miraculously escaped
81 did," Agnes Oscawanda answered
"You !" His eyes rested admiringly
ON her calm, beautiful face. "There isn't
one woman in thousand who would
have had such pluck as that. ! should
like to have Helena Dickson see blood
without fainting away, and as for Clara
and Julia-pooh!"
"Just their maneuvering said Julia,
when she had sobbed and shrieked away
her first terror at the frightful news of
the accident that had happened to her
brother. 'sOf course Agnes and her
scheming old father expect to make a
profitable speculation out of it. Why
couldn't they just as well have brought
you home 2
"They might have done so, said Guy,
calmly, "but corpse would have been
all that was borne across the threshold.
Oscawanda and his daughter have saved
my life, and / shall never cease to be
grateful to them for what they have
done"
But" lisped Helena, smayn't we
come down and nurse you, dear Mr.
Guya | am sure it would be pleasure
and these good people, although vel
meaning, | dare say, cannot understand
the reinements an invalid SO much
needs.
"Your kindness is quite unnecessary,
said Guy, coldly. Il have every carr
and attention here"
.The bold, sly thing9" said Clara
biting her lip as the three girls walked
4 homeward again. 81 saw her eyes fasf
triumph when he spoke"
Helena Dickson, however, resolved
not to give up the battle at this early
stage of affairs. She determined to pro
long her visit into the Winter months
Perhaps Guy win go home with me
when he recovers sufficiently" she
thought and in that case can easily
bring him to the mark.
For Helena had unbounded confidence
in her own charms and powers of per
suasion
It was a bright, frosty afternoon II
late November when Guy Davenan1
walked up to the doorof the farmhouse
leaning on the Indian girls arm. Julis
rose to welcome him home.
II win help him into the house now,
she said, coldly staring the beautiful
young girl in the face. ssYou need not
trouble yourself any further, Agnes Os
cawanda."
Stop said Guy, sternly, as his sister
would have motioned his supporter
away. 'sShe has the best and only right
to be at my side now.
"Guyl what do you mean ?" gasped
Julia, scarcely understanding what sig
nifcance his words were intended to
convey.
Il married her this evening" he said,
with quiet, .exulting pride. "As my
wife, she is your equal--in all else In
finitely your superior. Agnes, my pearl
of the forest, welcome thousand times
to your new home
And with sinking heart, Helena
Dickson saw Agnes 0scawanda, the In
dian interpreters daughter, elevated to
the position she had so vainly tried to
occupy.
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aminer says that the Rev. William I'M