Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1889-07-25

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and would in all probability have
been lost forever had not a stranger
seenjit fall to the ground. 6s5
He picked i Up ard overlook me.
then handing the picture to me he
remarked, with peculiar smile.
81 beg your pardon, sir, but you
have dropped the counterfeit pre-
sentiment Of Lost Identity"
"Sir," responded |, with a start,
as my eyes fell on the loved face of
my missing friond, and hardly know
| ing how to interpret the strange
words uttered by the stranger.
81 remarked" rejoined he, still
with an amused smile on his lips,
"that you came near losing your
Les. Identity"
"Sir," returned I, ayou speak in
riddles; pray be more explicit, and
explain the meaning Of the words
you have just spoken"
"You dropped that picture, did
you not ?" asked he. p
T. eyes"
"And it is the likeness Of a living
person ?" continued he.
cit is the likeness Of living per,
son, and that person is my dearest
FRIEND" I replied.
"Well, sir, and by what name do
you know him.
"Oscar Marshfield," replied I.
"Ahw said the stranger. Gle is
called by those who know him-or
rather by those who associate with
the lost Identity, and that is the
only name by which l ever heard
him called"
care you not mistaken, sir, in the
person ?" remarked l. "Does this
picture bear a strong resemblance TO
the young man referred to?"
"Why, sir, this picture is the very
image of him." replied the stranger.
"Whcrc have you seen him %
asked I, my heart beating with high
hope.
Con board q steamer bound for
America" was the reply.
"1Icrc in the dock" asked I.
"No sir; on the ocean. You see
the vessel lad broke something
about her machinery which disabled
her, and as wc came along the cap
tain hoisted a signal of distress and
we hove to, ran alongside, and re-
NAMED in her company for upwards
of an hour, until the necessary re-
pairing had been attended to; and
while we lay there went on board
the disabled steamer and saw the
young man whom his associates
called by the odd name / have men
toned. | asked ono of the seamcn
why he was so called, and he inform
cd mo that he did not appear to know
his name, home or country. In fact,
the past, until about a week back, is,
as he expresses it, an unaccountable
| blank"
"My God !" exclaimed, rs fear
that my dear friend had become de-
ranged filled my mind. Then I
asked the age of this strange per-
son, and the probable age CORES
pondcd precisely with that of Oscar
Marshfeld.
/ would have overwhelmed him
with questions in regard to my lost
friend, but an acquaintance Of his
coming up at this moment, he said
he must be off, and remained only
long enough to give me the name of
the vessel on which he had seen the
'Iost Identity"
was now eager to start at once
for America, and my first move was
to ascertain what fast steamer would
be the first to leave for the new
world, and an hour afterwards I was
aboard as passenger, having first
written to my patron, Mr.. Marsh
field, acquainting him with all the
facts.
/ landed at Castle Garden, New
York, and at once sought among
the shipping at the piers for the
Wcstphalia, and after couple of
hours search found her. She was
undergoing repairs, and most of the
crew were scattered about the city
enjoying their enforced holiday.
From those on board I learned
that Iost Identity" was lodging in
a house on Murray Street, and thithcr
| Instantly repaired, and found him
sitting in his room smoking clay
pipe, habit Oscar had mover con-
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