Weston weekly leader. [volume] (Weston, Umatilla County, Or.) 1878-189?, 1885-05-08
T8E HER LOVES SAKE.

The seagulls were flying rapidly
across a heaying waste Of ocean; over |
head the gray, wind-driven clouds lock-
ed cold and threatening as they collect
ed in heavy, sulIen masses.
A woman came slowly along the
sands, her steps faltering, child clasp
ed tightly in her arms; she appeared to
be exerting to the utmost the remnant
of her fast-falling strength to reach the
fishing hamlet that might be discerned
round bend in the narrow shore.
only give me strength to reach some
resting place" she murmured, broken
ly; ''sive me but place to die in
Thus mnttering, with the gleam of
death on her pallid face, the. stranger
entered the village.
All that night she lay in the hut of a
rough, good hearted fisherman, uncon.
scious, murmaring in mourntul deliri-
um.
"Poor thing" said honest John Gle
NOW to his wife, ''she's dying, sure
enough"
His wife agreed. They did all that
lay in their power, but it was of no
avail. Toward morning glimn,er of
reason returned to the mind of the dy-
ing woman-sile stretched out her arms
for the child and said:
''She is called Kathleen"
She looked long and wistfully into
the baby's face, kissed her once, then
closed her eyes and died.
They buried her in the old graveyard,
gossiped and conjectured about her sto-
ry, and then forgot her. But the child
Sartaia Clemow looked at her four robust
boys, then at the puny little girl, and ii
slight moisture dimmed her bright eyes.
''H's only one mere, Jehn," she said i;
''she'il eat little. We'll keep her till
somebody perhaps comes for her, poor
little motherless thing"
The child locked up at her, the large,
blue, Irish eyes cleaning out of the
pale face like stars. These eyes won
the weman's heart, and Kathleen gain
ed her best friend.
And SO the years went merrily by.
The children played along the Sand, and
grew up together-four fine sturdy boys
and their sister Kathleen. Happy,
ight.hearted, she could handle a boat
like boy, could climb tie cliffs like Il
deer-brave, true, pretty Kathleen
, And now it is time for the prince to ap
pear; but he did not come in the guist
of one of the hardy, sunburnt fisher
: men. All, no!
Fer some years past there had been
large hotel about mile and a-hal
, from the fishing town. 1t was full o
visitors each summer and autuma
Sometimes Kathleen would watch then
when they walked on the sands or TIL
cliffs. They appeared to her like per
q sonages in dream, these grand ladie
in silks and satins, her own rough, gra.
. clothes and coarse shoes becoming ugl
!. and disda1nfal in her eyes.
Among the guests was handsome
= dashing, therBugh man Of the wor)e
On Que of his s5rolls along the beach b
:, =, met Kathleen. He was an artist in h
y way, and the picturesque loveliness {
~ the fisher girl won his fancy. She VIZ
not much more than child, after al
and he was king in her eyes. Thi
- he should even deign to notice her W;
happiness; but when he praised h
81 eyes aud bright smile, and told her th,
she was far more beautiful than any
the ladies at tie hotel. instead CT doub
ing him, she believed all he said.
=. The long sunny days went by, al
y, down ON the beach by the white eli!
,,o the stranger poured love story in
the ears Of the pretty. innocent gil
''' She listened in pleased surprise, thin
ing how proud mother and father wou
ON, eii.u 1rtthSt ifuSo eftFAC ctbtiN NV
."i horrid words he said when he told b
ut Mr.. Hamilton was only amusing hii
~ self, making love to her to pass t
"'' summer away. Those were crue! wor
i'- and unjust She must not think
no them; she could not doubt him.
lci There had been severe storms alo
II l.
'he it had frightened again; the wat
Inc danced in the sans rays, the wind "
'eo clear and bracing Kathleen was kr
ing ting rough gray sock for enc of
brathers one afternoon, the sweet f
r looking very happy as she bent over
l. work. Old Jehn Clemow was smek
>. his clay pipe by the open door.
4 raised his,eyes now and then toward
3 5 west, where small bank OF clouds ,
y 6 stationed.
3 Il say, Kattie, the storm amt 0
I yet; look beyond there
! 1 81 The girl came to the door, shad
her eyes with one hand, while with
other she held the partly -knitted soc
Il want to tell ye bit of news,
was up to the hotel last night wit
> ; string OF fish, and that Mr., Hamilton
4 ! met on the beach is to be married
.. l Thursday coming"
7 ! "Married!"
1 : The soci, fell from her hand, the bs
= tlful eyes tiilated.
-''i5 .'Yes; he's been engaged a good W
die. to this lady. He'll be gone abroa'
atom long while and wants to take her v
,;re. him. It's sudden.like thing. W,
-ers ye ike to go up, Kathie, and see
/. f. weddin' on Thursday:'
,pal Tie girl did not answer. The K
bara ting had fallen at her feet, her |;
IT. ewes appeared to be gazing at some