The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-10-13
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VIOLA
Thrice Lost IN a Struggle for a Name
BY MRS. r. B. EDISON.
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CHAPTER v.-CoNT1NUEp.
"Myra, you had ought to open an or
phan's asylum he replied, laughing.
"But must be off," Blanche expected
me last night. I'm sorry about this
thing, sis, but / wouldn't worry about
it, it viii all come out right l guess.
May be your founding has gone back
to France to look up her pedigree-who
knows?" AMI with a pleasant laugh he
shut the door and sprang into his
wagon, and giving the two beautiful
"grays" a loose rein, was soon out of
sight.
A little silence followed his departure,
Mrs. Anderson nervously rolling and
unrolling the hem of her apron, and
glancipg covertly at Ralph, who was
moving restlessly about. Presently he
came up to his father. who was sitting
with his chin buried in his hand. and
his eyes fixed on the floor.
Father, aren't you going to look her
up?' he broke out, impetuously. ''Be-
cause it's year ago, and somebody has
spite against her, is that any reason
why tCe shouldn't love her just as well,
and try to find her? May be she is in
some alms-house somewhere. and cam
not get to us. Let nse 60, father, / m
big enough to go alone, now. l won t
give up till l find her if she is in the
United States"
Raiph's hurried speech was inter-
rupted by the entrance of Ned Bradlee,
who had bought quarter section of
Government land mile or so up the
river, erected a log house on it. and
lived, as he expressed it. in the ''tallest
kind of clover"
MAXIM a Fourth O. July Grafton
Squirrel" he cried out, ZOOS if you are,
want you 10 pile on something pretty
steep about this great and glorious
West. with it stupendous pastors and
wavin' grain, and all that sort O. thing.
/ heerd fellow du it down in Dixon last
Independence, and / tell you, it was a
leetle the sublimest thing 1 ever heerd.
/ had to stuff my handkerchief into my
mouth to keep from shouting glory
right straight along. Twas most equal
to the way heerd fellow spread him.
self up to Boston once, bout the
Pilgrims
1--WE have had letter from Gordon
that has been year. on the way, and
he says that Viola bame back three
days after we left, and he sent her right
on after us the next morning." Ralph
said, eXcitedly, interrupting him.
"Sho! you don't say so! Well, if that
amt curis-well, declarer'
"And Uncle Tom thinks it's no use
doing anything about it, just because
it's year agoi Suppose it's a year
who cares? guess If it was Blanche,
he wouldn't mind if it had been half a
dozen years. he cried, with rising color
"Softly! You re full of fire as key
OF gunpowder. Let's hear the story,
neighbour" turning to Anderson.
"Well, its the most unlikely thing to
happen to common folks 1 ever heard"
he said, thoughtfully, when the letter
had been read, and various comments
and speculations had been made on it.
Its almost equal to sLonzo and
Melisa'-I don't spose you ever read
that, Ben? 1t isn't just your style, I'll
allow, but it's powerful interestin';
beats Pilgrims Progress ten to one, and
I've an idea its jest about as true. But
that's neither here nor there. say 90
after the gal, and if you want any help.
there's quarter section of prairie in
Winnebago County that would Jump at
the chance to lay itself out in the cause.
and here's my hand on it, neighbor-
not particularly handsome one, per-
haps. but / knos0 it's honest
''And so do l, my old friend" Mr..
Anderson said, smiling family; "but it
is blind working now. If had got the
letter direct, the railroad men could
have given me something to 60 by; but
it has been too long to hope for that
now. There's always been a mystery
hanging about the child since her
mother died, leaving her name, even, in
Doubt
"Oh, that reminds me-" interrupted
Bradlee, .'who do you guess l see down
in the city to-day? But of course you
can't guess, and mebby you've forgot
all about him. But l knew him the
minute l see him. You rememember
that tall, stylish lookin' chap who come
down from Plymouth, and who was in
the lie Brun, and''-
what, DeVries?" exclaimed Ander-
son.
"Yes, that is the name. l couldn't
remember, though knew it had sort
of onrighteous sound to it." he said,
laughing.
But how came he here?" asked An
dersun.
well, don't remember as asked
him. I believe, though, he said some
thin about hayin' been here nigh about
two year. He seemed to feel bad
enough when told him about Hum
min Bird. He said he remembered
what pretty little thing she was, and
he put his hand up to his eyes, an
wouldn't ha' believed he would been so
rut up. He's pretty nice sort of fell
Yer, reckon"
81 wonder 1 have never happened to
see him; but then / am not in town
much. Pk ssk Arnold about him; he
will know" Mr.. Anderson replied.
Ralph sat silent as they talked, but
there came back to him the memory of
that morning on Plymouth beach, and
tie little trunk under the dripping