White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1931-06-11

her spirit subdued and her malice
chastened, placed into his hands and
those of her daughter the broad do
main OF Tonteur manor, which it was
her desire never to see again. That
the home Of their future was to be
built amid the scenes of a tragedy
which had brought them together, and
where they would feel the presence Of
loved ones who had found happiness
there as well as death, brought to
Toinette and Jeems joy which only
they could understand. For the
charred ruins Of Tonteur manor and
OF Forbidden valley were home, even
to Hepsibah Adams; and when Jeems
reached the hallowed ground he had
left five years before, he wrote TOT
nette, who waited in Quebec, telling
her how the hills smiled their well
come, how green the abandoned mead
ows were, and that everywhere flowers
had come to bless the solitude and the
resting places Of their dead. Then he
set to work with the men who had
come with him, and in the golden flush
OF September he went for Toinette
and his boy. A haze of smoke drifted
once more from the chimneys Of cot
tages in the valley lands, and with
another summer the lowing of cattle
and the bleating of sheep rose at eve
ming time, and the old mill wheel
turned again, and often Toinette rode
beside Jeems toward Forbidden val.
Fey, sometimes with her hair in curls
with ribbon streaming from them.
It was in this second year, when the
chestnut burrs were green ON the
ridges, that strangers came down the
trail from Tonteur hill one evening,
two men and woman and girl. The
men were Senecas, and the miller, who
met them first, eyed them with sus-
picion as well as wonder, for while
the girl was pretty and the woman
white, the men who accompanied them
were fierce and tall and marked by
battle. They were also extremely
proud, and passed the miller without
needing his command to make them
selves known, stalking to the front OF
the big house, followed by the woman
and the girl, where Toinette saw them
and gave such cry that the miller
ran back for his gun. In this way
Tiaoga came to Tonteur manor to
show Jeems the scar his arrow had
made, and with him were Wood
Pigeon and Shindas and Mary Dagh.
len. For many years after this, until
he was killed in the frontier fighting
which preceded the American war foI
independence, Tiaoga returned often
to the valley Of the Richelieu, and as
time went on, the pack Of soft skins
and bright feathers he brought with
him grew larger, for another boy was
given to Toinette, and then girl, SC
that, with three children always watch
ing and hoping for his arrival, the
warrior was kept busy accommodating
treasures for them. Once each year
Mary and Shindas visited Tonteul
manor, and with them came their chill
dren when they grew old enough to
travel through the wilderness. Wood
Pigeon did not return to Chenufsio.
Tokana, her crippled father, had given
up his valiant struggle the preceding
winter and had died. She lived with
Toinette and Jeems until she was nine
teen, when she married young
French landowner named De Poncy.
From one of sheaf Of yellow let.
tiers may be read these lines, dated
June IA, 1867, written to Nancy Lot.
biniere-Gagnon by Marie Antoinette
Bulain.
my Own Dear Nancy:
Sadness has fallen over us here at
Tonteur manor. Odd is dead. I no
longer have a doubt that God has
given souls to the beasts, for wherever
we look we miss him, and fortnight
has passed since we buried him close
to the chapel yard. 1t is like missing
child who loved us, or, more than
that, one who guarded us as he loved.
Even last night little Marie Antoi-
nette sobbed herself to sleep because
he cannot come when she calls him.
l cannot keep tears from my own eyes
when I think of him, and even Jeems,
SCEOIlS dS uc IS, LuIuS AIOm ulc witch
we pass the chapel yard, ashamed OF
what 1 might see in his face. Odd
was all we had left to us Of other days
he and Hepsibah. And 1t Is Hepsi.
bah for whom my heart aches most.
For years dear old Odd has guided
him in his blindness, with cord at
tached to his neck, and believe they
knew how to talk to each other.
"Hepsibah now sits alone so much,
keeping away from others, and every
evening we see him cropping about the
gate to the chapel yard as If hoping
to find some one there. oh, what a
terrible thing Is death, which rends US
all with it's grief in time! But must
not moralize or unburden my gloom or
you will wish I had remained silent
another month.
ut is a glorious June here. The
roses
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