Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1892-02-13
Eth seemed to

without laughing. Eta seemed to
ina 1t so for smiling happily, she es-
cOrted him back to the house her long |
arm linked in his short one. almost |
lifting him from the ground at every |
ctep and presently we heard the low
monotone OF their voices in the kitch- |
en- below.
Not the least queer tnIng about this |
queerest OF queer men was Il yellow !
shock of hair plastered down in care
fully arranged scallops all around his
chubby face suppose it never oc-
Cured TO him that the back OF his
head was ever seen, for there the hair
stood straight out N bristly points.
Soon Eta appeared. and blushing
and hesitating said, My cousin hat
coined from Chrisuana. That was
all, but my theory was proved, and
made use OF that timeworn and aggra-
waiting phrase What did tell your
Days came and went and so did the
little Norwegian. but nothing was said
OF an approaching marriage Parcels
poured in upon us, and Eta sewed
steadily on. Each afternoon Auguste
1--WE learned his nancy appeared, APP
parently propelled by the regular mo-
ton OF the big cane. somehow he al
ways seemed like piece OF machin-
cry, for his appearance never changed
always the snuff colored suit. the
little hat and the buttou-hole bou luet;
and he seemed to 20 and come me
Chemically enveloped in n cloud Of
smoke pulled from the big cigar.
Eta owned one thing strangely out
Of keeping with her other possessions
lit was a large gold watch, attached
to an old-fashioned chain. from which
dangled two or three odd foreign-l look
ing charms OF tue workmanship. She
was very fond OF it as il had belonged
to her moeher and wore Il always, till
ut last it seemed almost part OF herr
self Seeing her without it one day
exclaimed immediately, as thought
she must have lost it,
She waited moment before reply
INK and then said slowly; 4 hat lend
il to my cousin. She then told me
that Auguste was barber by trade,
and had come to America with money
she had sent him for the trip.
After the disappearance OF the watch
Auguste came less frequently, and As
time went on seldom appeared otteEer
than once week There was no
more sewing. and Eta began to look
more as OF old. Little by little the
happy light faded from her face and
the gray eyes became sadder by con
trast perhaps than before.
A time came when weeks passed
without sign OF the little Norwegian
but one day letter arrived for Eta
in tine same crooked writing. Some
time later in the day going into the
kitchen. / found Eta leaning on the
table the letter crumpled in her
clinched hands, and her face buried in
her arms.
touched her gently on the shoulder.
but got no other response than the
low, stiaed sobs which shook the poor.
thin body from head to foot Al last
she raised her sorrow stricken face.
and lifting her eyes to mine. said
slowly with her lisping accent Il hal
to 20 way; | hat sorrow great zog-
row.
She would tell but littlcOi her story.
She was to have married her cousin In
Il few weeks time but he had tired Of
her. and that day letter had come
from him first begging her to forgive
him and then telling that he had solo
her treasured watch and by the tins
she got that letter would have sailed
on vessel bound for Norway.
shall you too, 20 home" said
slowly and 7adly came the answer
No and felt that with the utter
ance Of that little word she gave NJ
III hope and renowned forever al
thought Of the happiness she had beer
T picturing for herself for the last few
r moaths as she sat sewing steadily
: only pausing now and then with /;
9 flush In her pale cheeks. TO softly steal
I hand into her pocket and touch tn
letters she always carried there.
/ Next morning Eta could not b
found. In corner OF her room stool
{ little hair trunk labelled With Nor
Z wegian address and filled with tn,
i garments 50 recently finished. II wa
6 corded up and sent to Christiana;
! may have reached It's destination or I
may not its fate is as uncertain a
4 Etta's own. The poor woman tired
r disappointed and hopeless. had van
y l-hed that night taking with her littl
d else than her sad sud thoughts.
Y often picture her with her stoop
r ing shoulders aud pallid. tca"-staiue
d face every vestige Of love and hop
i gone out wandering away into tn
night and gazing W at the stars 5
: serene and Tar away as she murmurs
G "Forsaken, iOrsaken. Boston Hel
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