The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1897-04-29

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TALKED SPANISH TO THEM.
[ went up Main street again, and again
saw him. He was standing on the
sidewalk and walked up to him and
touched him on the arm.
Hello, Harry" said, where have
you been all these years?"
| He turned, didn't seem at all sur
prised and said, Pardon me. but you
have the best of me. I don't know
YOU
Aren't you Harry Evans? Doesn't
your father keep hotel in Iowa?'' I
asked.
Never been in Iowa in my life he
answered. well, yes, was, too.
4 passed through it several years ago on
/ my way West But my name isn't
Harry Evans; never heard the name
before in my life. Must be case of
mistaken Identity
And you mean to say that you don't
know me? That your name isn't Harry
Evans and that you never lived in
Iowa.
i. Never saw you before in my life, and
have never lived in Iowa as have
just stated"
! He persisted in this way for over half
an hour. I knew that he was Harry
d Evans, could have sworn to it. At
s last thought of a plan. "Tll fetch you,
old fellow" said to myself.
You're not Harry Evans" I said.
well, I'll tell you Evans story for it
might interest you"
j started in looking him square in
the eye all the time. I told him how
Harry Evans had left his home and
his brave little wife, who had gone to
work and had courageously faced the
coming years SO full of toll and sorrow
for her, how his mother was sorrow
ing for him, how his poor old father
had died, his last days saddened by the
blow caused by the sudden disappear
ance of the son that was dearest to him.
Still his face remained as calm as
, yours.
, At last, still looking him straight in
the eye, I said: Harry Evans had a
beautiful sister. She was known as the
most beautiful woman in Iowa. About
two years ago she married a wealthy
man of Omaha and a year ago she
died!'
That brought him! His face had be-
gun to witch when I first mentioned
his sister. AS I said the last two words
he broke down and wept like a child
l led him into the back room of a sa-
loon near by and there I told him all
about his folks.
He gave as his reason for leaving
home most extraordinary story. He
said that he thought for time he must
have been temporarily insane. Any
| way he kept west, scarcely knowing
| what he did. He wandered To China
1 then back to Peru and lived for sew.
| eral years at Quito. Finally he found
| himself in California. After all those
/ years he was ashamed, he said, to re
/ turn home. He had located in Los
/ Angeles and had gone to work. He had
i prospered, and was worth a good many
i thousand dollars. He was moving il
i what was considered the best society
and he limited at an engagement witt
one of Los Angeles most beautiful
and wealthy young ladies. He calico
himself Captain Charles Henry
OF course I didn't believe his story
2 about wandering away. I was con
fident that there was some deeper rea
son for his having left home and wife
= and all.
Nov, Harry" I said. you're goint
$ to write to your mother at once anl
let her know where you are. .
e Oh, no, no, no, he couldn't do that
y he said, and he almost went down OF
y his knees to me in his excitement ant
q fear that I would write and tell Wher,
!. he was.
S ssWell, Harry I said. 'if you dom
It write to your mother. will, and to
e night. She has suffered long enough
She is keeping boarding-house an,
]: shaving herself to death to supper
e your two younger brothers. She's al
s alone, your younger sister Is married
o I'm going to tell her that you are her
q and well-to-do."
He begged and begged and begged
d But wouldn't give up my intention Q
Il writing to his mother. At last when b