The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1880-11-04

Iauchlil Let US talk this matter over care |
fully. q need some lunch also, after your hard
They sat together at the little table with tin
shoes ana talk long and 5auestly Miss Bon |
nileld was shown the note left bv Uncle Luke but
she couid net identify the writing. IL. B." GER |
family was ug-estive of Louis BOnnifeld and her
name she admitted was Mary These facts were
significant, hut not conclusive She had no like /
ness % her TAT aer, and was too Young when the |
painful c)arattOn between her parents occurred |
90 ftme1-fr he features. She lad believed il to
be ann lIii-l ilfOrmatiOn received from a person
VINO had fee1 Uncle Luke ar Reeds Flat, and had
known Louis Bonnifeld when a young man.
This man oeleyed the two to he Identical.
Miss Blnniiieid bade the Young man oood-by at
last, nr rode sadly down the mountain trail.
Moth 'ould be done. She could only wait, as
Laucnn vas doing. She would remain at Gott-
heo Aelcrs 80 long as there We're any hopes of the
return ot the missing man. Then followed long
weary days weeks and months Tom Jeggs'
muie-lfaln tolleh back and forth over the noun
talls 70 sonora lhe baby's cradi arrived AT last
and in good tine the baby also. Gottlieb and
Katrina we're happy as birds
Twice week brovn-faced ,,irl with flowing
curl= -ot -. t-,sDlasy -nO4Atin tail 70 the claim
ihat paid SO poony, and twice week John LAUGH
lin stood in the shade OF the llve-oak, shook his
head sadly, and said:
'.No news yet, Miss Bonnifedr
There tame time, however, when this address
was changed a little and Lauchln, as he smiled
sadly, would says
''No news vet, Mary"
December came with storm nd tempest. 1t
was q terrible night in the moautiins. There was
a IT..
torrents sent down such swollen -treams that the
water rose ana swept away pumps, trestles,
sluiees and fumes The Long ON Saloon was
carrie away, and the restaurant of Gottlieb Melch
barely escaped. Higher up in the timber where
the claim of JOnn Iauchlin was located, no rain
FELL but thick, binding snow. The wind howled
about the lonely cabin, the trees bent and groaned
before the blast and now and then a shrek
seemed 20 echo through the forest, as a limb Of
some gigantic pine yielded to the storm and fell
with a crash TO the earth. Broken twigs OF oak
fell upon the cabin r,Of, rapping out an ominous
refrain.
John Lauchlin sat before blazing fire and
d0led over some prosy book. How the wind
howle1i How it ratified the little window and
shook the stout door Then be nodded seepiy
Was 10 the wind, or was he dreaming? Did ne
not hear his name called ? He listened moment
It nothing but tie wind, and he must have
been dreaming. Then he did sleep.
He woke with start. He certainly heard his
name called. without stopping TO reflect, he
sprung 20 the door, dreV the iolt, and swung it
open A man fell forwaFl with groan and sunk
heavily upon the ground- By the fires red glare
he beheld stretched upOn the earthen floor the
emaested form of Uncle Luke.
Teuderly rs If haHGiing an infant, John LAUGH
fa -aised the senseless form and laid il i'm his
Hrlk lie at once that the old man was worn
wGh toll and eEposure--thlt he was dying
appied sucE sin15le rest0rAtives a. were al
hard and was rev. sisi by signs of returning an
UucIe Lake opened his eyes at last anu
whisu.red a few uaintelligibie w0ris; then he
sunk 70 sleep. And .hrugh the long hours oi tlaI
.empest8ous nieaf gOic IaJchiin watched 10y ms
d me old man o3ensd his eyes, and, AS
.sr rested on his eonpanion's face, he ialhtIy
smiled
me at last John Pm 20 g.adE'-with a
s3es Kept -.le waiting b long time Uncle Luke
tcs could lord towaft John teiound u
Fl-erI -b0uIdl It's 1i laid Down IN my note
..oE aI tle book + i'. my pocket. lou are
'-aE u.r, my boy No more pcAlhg IN the
..I .-.rl tf- you-nor lor me, eitGeI J9nu' J' IN lil
raH.-h Ive struck the bedrock at last. I'm
81 .-s ont. 1av-but Is don't matter mucH. Sit
jolu There's much ! want 20 tel Ae-
ranch must tell We Drat miss "a word iheie s
9l II sirI Of ny own blood somewhere IN tte
rd Afv daughteE -iitsough / never nav
-Inll her name 70 you, Johnny own daughter
!ier 1lne Is Mary-AlaTy Bonniheld You mus
t-1 aer john for bali tle hedge I've iocateu j. ID
1sr glue.n
Uncle Luke" john Interrupted, "do not worry
your-eIf by telling no sshll already Know. ou
dalghtar f Hvin1-she j. tu this state. have
seen Der since you leit; in fac she Is at the ia
now and lf t were not ior tie s'oilh "o"i" a."
Tae o4 nlar closed bis sves and for some time
"a- silent. At length be spoke III a, a whisper
= lst brought her % tn- ,acG ,'is,Id,,
j., hnd her father, Louis D'lliit't,t on ft,,ti +lot,
-. y9u didn't know H.
a hnDerl &C.
'"il .he come carly
- ten a'.'ock, sne cor -
six. incl me. i loo' Tor herin four hours.
a 1ug line Take good car Of my notebook
arr. And far ,,tat yo0 are about to receive ma!
Lo.H make oar than&ith- DoS"u 'iiiiiN '
up til ten. John - -
.s-r
Nor-uith a slight motion Of the headI"Pn
'ln fast htr. Tale good care oi the oook' ai'
.ol 1ut lor ary. DO you hear :"
aef'n lo'e af.se at I'm giy-
pan't e' nytbin4 rough come to her John
lu- re ben ae lo one hoy-will you look Quito
tae " Yea afe int owners in the claim, yol
enc JOIN 1Aor.i.ed:
70 D. De- irbe-
hen iel "a eep. At ten-ten % and his lp'
war sui4.
alEio'sly did John iauchlin watch through
.-e hours 0i the long Winter morning. At last