Evening star., 1912-11-17

Ot Went 10 the door ana saw q very rosy
sister and the tall form of her lover. Some
thing interesting has happened,' he said
mysteriously. please come III here, both
of you.
1t was certainly dramatic moment. Mr..
and Mrs. Mitchell were trembling with an
ticipation, mingled with the terrible dread
that they might again be disappointed. Joe
explained the situation.
How long have YOU been with the In
dianS: Do YOU remember anything OF your
childhood before YOU found yourself among
them2 Have YOU anything you had when
you were carried off by them?@
These were some of the questions the
eager father and mother put rather con
fusingly at first. He had been with Indians
ever since he could acknowledgements many
winters. Only one thing had he ever seen
that had been his when he was a child,-that
was the magic fishhook. 1t had been taken
from him by the chief; but he had seen it
exhibiting it.
The magic fshhook?"
"Yes, the magic tishhook," repeated Music
in Voice. at would make jump little bits
of iron; it would stick to gun so it was hard
to pull it off. 1t was alive
WAIST painted red? asked Mrs. Mitchell.
yes, the top was red.
Don't you remember, John, Brother
Henry sent our little one a magnet? 1t was
like a tishhook, and it had three little fishes
with iron noses. Probably he had the red
magnet in his hand when he was stolen. his
must be our SON."
"Do YOU think he looks like either of u.s.
asked Mitchell appealingy.
He has your fathers features-my son,
my som" exclaimed Mrs. Mitchell, bursting
Is:
but. as a single touch is enough to carry all
full of mother love went out to the child SO
wonderfully restored.
TT was joyful reunion. Hundreds of ques
tions had to be asked and answered, and
they all became more and more convinced
that there was no mistake, that Music in
Voice was really their son, the grow1l-up son
whom they had 1nourned for SO many years.
Mrs. Cromwell, plain, Unconditional, and full
Of connnonsense, came in and insisted that
they must all be hungry. Dinner was ready,
and they must all come out into the dining
room and share it. After dinner the neigh
bors who had seen Bessie with Music in
Voice came in to hear the news, and when
the story was reported through the village
there was a demonstration OF JOY.
1t NdS NoDIl DCSSlC etll1 IltSlS,
as they still called the young man, were to
be married very shortly and go to live with
the young husbands parents.
The wedding took place in the white
church, and everyone was present. As the
carriage drove away with the happy bride
and bridegroom the children shouted their
farewell
Zoe Cromwell, who never tired of telling
this family chronicle, always added his little
joke at the end, "Yes, Bessie taught him
how to read and write, and after they were
married she taught him all she knew and a
good deal besides: so that he became the best
read man on the whole shore of the lake
Music in Voice, who knew the forest and
all its ways, engaged in the lumber business
and became wealthy. To his dying day he
was as straight as pine and keen and quick
in all his judgments. His politeness was the
admiration Of all who knew him. Happiness
ruled his home. Both he and Bessie lived
TO old age and saw their children successfully
established. And how many, many times
they told the story of their romance! Neither
they nor their children nor their children's
children ever tired of it. 1t was a poem from
the early days, sweet and gracious from their
lips. And was fortunate in hearing Music
in Voice himself relate it. As he told it to
me, give it to the world
MADE HIM SICK