The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-02-25

was soon told. He had left Boston on
board IA vessel bound for the Northwest
Coast, had been wrecked at the mouth
of the Umpaque, and been wandering
about the mountains ever since, sub
sisting on roots and berries"
He was"
mo, assure you, the boy was not n
young woman In disguise, IL that's
what you are thinking. lie was just
poor, weak, halEstarved lad named Ed
wards. | fed and nursed him until he
was able to work for himself, and then /
got Sam Chong Sung to let him take up
n claim alongside Chinese camp,prom-
ising to favor the Cinnamon In beef
contract If he would be good TO the boy.
still continued to see u great deal of
him.
" One day two Cinnamon stole some
of Sam Chbng Sung's horses, and he of
fered four hundred dollars to Edwards If
he would go after the thieves and track
them. Edwards asked my advice, and
encouraged him to 30, telling him where
l fancled he would find the men. So he
started in pursuit, and confess | missed
him.
" A man came to my fort one day later
who was naked and starving. He was
bad looking fellow, very, but you will
say man naturally does look bad when
his clothing is nowhere and his bones
protrudlng his skin. l clothed him, fed
him, cared for him kindly until he was
able to travel, and then he went away
The next Sunday was sitting outside
my fort, as customary on that leisure
day, reading some translations from the
Greek poets-for dare say you remem-
Der was never much of hand at the
original-when, CHANGING to look Off my
book, behed u vison."
"a what p''
"A vision. A vision of lovely wo-
man. She was riding up the approach
to my fort on fine horse-riding grace
fully and slowly, as If to give me time to
get over my surprise; and believe 1
needed 1t. The picture she made Is In
my mind now: i see the very flicker of
the shadow and the sunlight across the
road, and the glitter of some steel that
fastened her horses trappings as he
arched his neck in impatience of her re-
straining hand.
"That vision, breaking in suddenly,
as it did, upon my solitude, gave me the
queerest sensations. / was just SPELL
bound. Not so she. Refining in her
horse ut my gate, she squared round
on her saddle and looked at me, silently
asking my assistance to dismount. 1
helped her down-what else could l do =?
and then, at her request, gently pre-
ferred, went to put up and feed her
horse. Had she dropped from the clouds?
did not know.
When L turned indoors my guest
had got her habit off. Evidently, she
meant to make herself at home. A tall,
young, beautiful, well-dressed woman
Her eyes were large, black and melting
her hair was superb, her manner easy.
She was hungry, she said would give
her something to eat? And while was
making preparations to give her of my
best, she read aloud one of the Greek
translations--an ode to Diana com.
menting upon 1t herself. That she was
a woman of culture and education what
ever might have brought her into her
present strange position, was obvious
Well, now" continued Joseph, "you
can guess whether young man, isola.
ted on the mountains, ruined by the
grasshoppers and Tilted by the girl OF
the Wallamet Valley, was bewlldered OF
not. Entertaining goddesses was not in
my line.
"What with reading and eating, oui
acquaintance improved fast. She offer.
ed to sing song, and gave me Kate
Kearney.' might have lost my head
too perhaps-to say nothing of my heart
but for certain. inward latent doubt
I did not care that my girl should ride
about, elegantly attired, on prancinp
horses, and drop down unexpectedly on
hermits. Still, 1t was pleasant feeling
to find ones self near her, and certainly
novel one. asked her her history
and she told it me. She was of a good
New England family, reared in affiu
ence, well educated and accomplished
but by freak of fortune she had be
come reduced to poverty and exile from
home"
What was it, Joseph pn
All what indeed? The old story,
suppose, but did not ask her. She hat