Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1906-12-22


home, and had grown old and gray as
time went on. until a small farm and
dwelling, bought with the fruits OF MS
toll. provided a shelter for his declining
years.
Two sons had been born to the Ma
deaus, who, as they grew to manhood,
went naturally to the lumber camps. AT
ter time however, attracted by promises
of higher wages and cash payment, in lieu
of store trade, they sought the growing
West. When they left their home they
were clad in provincial fashion; when
they returned, on a visit only, they were
clad in store clothes and radiant neck
wear, and they used strange English, such
as made the Pere Nadeau sick at heart.
Finally, after unbridled depreciation OF
the surroundings in which they were born
and bred, they departed by schooner and
melting finally into the Orient were seen
no more.
But their daughter Angelina remained
to them, brown of hair and eyes, the trim
ness of her supple form manifest despite
the fashion of dress considered at that
early period becoming to the daughters of
old France. The long, loose blouse, and
short, homespun flannel kirtle, relics of
Norman peasantry, which on other women
made them to appear squat, failed to hide
her we'll rounded proportions and maiden
iy grace.
She had a sharp tongue, had this daugh-
ter of the Nadeaus, and when she was
merry her laughter rang out like sleigh
bells in winters frost Sunday after
noon, when vespers were over, was the
time when she would exercise her sharp
wit Z when, with the other maids OF the
hamlet she sought the lumber wharf to
swap words of badinage with the lighter
men, deal handlers and trimmers gathered
there.
There were no frivolities on week days,
however, when Angelina MIXED the cows,
and made tasty butter for the Nadeau
table This done she would seat herself
at the loom, which would ring out its
rapid click-clack to the push Of her Wig
orous foot, as it turned out its webs OF
linen, flannel or catelonne, for village con-
sumption. She was as quick with her
little hands and feet as with that biting,
scornful tongue of hers.
Every year, as the big ship Margaret
Pollock anchored off the shore for cargo,
Captain Locke would pay her a, visit the
moment he set foot on land. Clean
shaven, but for fringe of fierce red whis-
kers his face was vast and lurid as the
setting sun. He wore broadcloth on such
occasions, with beaver hat as high as an
ordinary chimney; his shirt-front rivalinf
In expanse his main tgailant sail.
He always brought her a present, some
trifle picked up in foreign port, which
he would donate in an ofhand manner
Sometimes the girl would kiss his gnarlee
cheek, and be would clap her on the shout
der softly with a hand which, clenched
could fell an OK.
One day the schooner Notre Dame de
Anges came in, to load farmers stuff, hav
ing been chartered for this purpose by
black proved man of thirty-6ve about
who gave his name as Boisvert. ii
swaggered to a certain extent, and wa
clad In garments supposed to be of fash
ionable cut and texture. The wome
thought him handsome, but his eyes wer
set rather close together for beauty, an
his nose, bent, and with a scar In tn
concave section, gave to his face siniste
expression. During the intervals Of loa(
ing he sat much in the house of lie per
Nadeau, depreciating their surrounding
His constant disparagements at lengt
took root in the girls mind, and her ell
vironment grew narrow and bald the MOI
he talked. He assailed the feminine fasl
ions of the port, too; so that when
modiste drifted to the village from S
Michel, with steel engraved fashion plate
not three years Of age, Angeline BEGAN
her first customer. One Sunday she wer
to church in a new gown, of bright colo
with a hat decked with red paper flower
and ribbon at her neck of poppy hu
NJ. Boisvert was filed with admiration.
'How the boys would cast soft eyes
you in St. Roch," he assured her with
melting look.
"Go away, NJ. Boisvert," was her r
tort, but it was accompanied with an a
fected toss of her pretty head, which II
old Nadeau and his wife disliked, thong
they could not just say why. So di
Clapha Ouellet. He had been log jol
Der, and having been successful in h
contracts, he had invested his capital
a snug farm In st. Angelo, where his o.
mother kept his house clean until sue
time as Angeline would consent to b
come the mistress. Alas for his hopes
the girl had of late become contemptuol
of the prospect.
Its bad enough here by the sea, b.
St. Angelo, with nothing but the b
woods to see-bah !"
"It's all that Boisvert," said Claphi
angrily. Octave Lavoie, the navigate
SAYS he has wife and five children
Lorette."
ITS false" snapped Angelina wi
flashing eyes.