m WEST SHORE.
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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