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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (May 1, 1889)
m WEST SHORE. .1, M-N-1'"U d,1,V"red Lprf It . ,,ar!y dark .b-n .he emerged from the f::;,h.Lwti,imionii;v.fo:k ;ilNtr.ltUru1u.ofthoolil,but,ch U,lJLnl,r U,,m,I iu.hichjtoh.dta ,,Lm. IiKhtl frm L..rW and gl about id lB" f . I.ltl MiiclH that Digbt hate be. tl,. u, ib lover or brother whom the mourned as ,Ul lb- m ineffectual, and the poor girl rftlml h-rwlf 1.0 the damp ground, where she re nMbr.1, bur..,! iu l.p (bought for more than an L.mr. The grief ul by the supposed death of st Inrt and brother wai refresh in her mind, and tin thought bow f.w . r the joyi life held for her lo 0 future, No one could ever love her as they had lot M brr - there iu uo one living that ahe could rrtr love m ahe. had loved tbera. Surely there was on Initio at Uak Dale, who could give her the drUiU of lb-ir .ad death, liut who? Suddenly aho thought of JUrry Kandall and his (inter. Could it ille llmt they, Ui, bad Ixvn mmacred? She would acMain, at all event, hbo arose, threw the saddl from brr weary atml and picketed him near by, where aLe aa auro bo would faro well for the " Now come, Iiruno," .he laid, patting tho dog kindly on the I, on-1, "we introduce ourselves to irty t ()k 1 Ule. What will they think of me? " he 'lilixaitl, rememlMTing for tho fint time the re dwrakin garment which conatitutej her ward r'l "They'll ilaro at rue in amazement, I'll be UmnJ. (u-a there'i no one here, anyway, that ever knew htllu I W Wat.iu; if there is, they won't know bef now, kt all nenU. Heigh-ho, timebero here ia here the old lrapT u d to live, (luen ho and bia little family are atfe l, y.mj k rartbly car,.t y0Qm drr who live in thii mut ittl frame home? It don't Uk much like the old t,g J,ut j which tho old trapjr u (v.Urnt t.( Iivo, d. it? We'll go in, l!rur U.y, and gt t a tuolbful to eat, anyway. It has Ud urn litb aiure ir tut-d f.Ml, old fellow, and I'm itcl.n.d b. tl.u k tUt a pi.ee of bread and butter wouldn't . U j,., ,. .Wlingly, ,h. Ip. J iwL iLe Lou. Wll ,s ,,,1 Ltj. on lhe . cpf-n ur. ' -(V.mein,'VltC(.,r.e M;d the girl M lur. !Tt,',1,t'',,,M',,U,L,oU Gandhis intU ful rtr,,,, l f lif(, TUUM 1 ;L7.;f :L:ir , : cbildrra IlUj a ur pM.1Pof f,.w. ''Great heavens! the Irjans are upon us agin!" tho old lady f xchimed, rising to her feet, her fat face becoming perfectly livid in her excitement IVbb laughed outright as she advanced toward the old trapper, who sat staring at her, his eyes dilat ed and bia face considerably elongated. " I suppose you have all forgotten Dess Watson, who used to visit yon so often," the girl said, extend iDg her little, brown hand. " It can't be that she's come to life agin? " the old trapper asked, as he arose and took the proffered hand, while he gazed searchingly into her pretty brown face. " No, no, it's a Eqaaw!" screamed Mrs. Kingston, as she gathered her flock about her, preparatory to leaving the establishment. Juat here old Bruno, who had been impatiently waiting an invitation to come in, entered and advanced to the side of his amused mistress. They all recog nized him. " Why, ole woman, it's Dessie Watson, jest as sar. tin as I'm Dan Kingston! " exclaimed the old trapper, bs he led tho girl to a table, and, stooping down, scrn tinized her face closely by the light of a tallow can die. " I'd never 'a' knowed her," said the "ole woman " as she approached tho girl and gazed intently at her round, laughing face, " Why, God bless you, Des sie!" she exclaimed, as she folded the girl to her breast in a tender embrace. " Have you been dead, and come to life agin, or what? Why, dear me, I can't hardly believe yet that it's you," she said, re coiling at the touch of tho coarse deer-skin garment in which Dessie was arrayed. " Come, take oil that nasty, hairy gown and that ugly squaw cap, and let mo seo if I can see any resemblance to our sweet, bright-eyed Dessie Watson," and the old lady V k the candlo and almost dragged the girl into an adjoin ing room. Sho was not perfectly satisfied until she had seen her clad in a neat calico wrapper of her own, which, though vastly too large, changed the girl's appear anco wonderfully. . " I can scarcely believe it's myself," Dess said, tf abo gsz 1 at her reflection in the mirror. " I thought I had grown so awfully ugly and black though, to be aure, I am none too white, am I? I guess I'll have to return to tho old doer-skin again, this seems so light, ao unuatural like." " No, never; why, you're jest as purty as a rose, dear child," the old lady said, as she viewed the girl from head to foot " You hair's jest as curly, an' your ey.'H j.-st as bright an' merry as they were two yws ago an' over. Why, Lord bless you, dear.it H'H'ujb as how tho grave had give up its dead, toiee you back agin. But come, now, I jest bet the ole