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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (June 1, 1889)
XHE WEST SHOBE. furojwolUrn.urayoaUTeDotgotcnoagh dpt. will y k! me for? Ah! ...i luwywyw"" , ... rnnbe icl you lor bu7i "" ' . " AtJ if I marri VitJ rriuuch to Mr Ut j-oo marm W r , ... r fl ! w. rr.tl i.l bf.l niter, WfH, 1 HWW' Yoa mar- rW tn twoa. a.tb all jour looted riche, main- sobi! offers were wondrous few. Here thA .rok iblo a loud, scornful laugh, U too dua l nrbU'io how many plighted towi yoa broke for U Mka of Jodp fl-tcbr'. unlovable daughter aod gl.ilrrintf rllh. Why did you not fulfill your M Ip)b! Mat fwmiat) did she say I made her? M hh trur aj-ok" of )oo, f icept to iy that ihe Ul wet you, abd that you were kind to her father. Itul lulen, and if 1 ran Dot paiut i picture true U life." I'auhb i-wd a aort of dramatic talent tbt hn muld u" uit iftVctmly when ahe chose, Th vjii it on a sunny alojw amid the orange groTm of Florid. Tber ii a new-made grave there, and lldi it kbvl a youth and a maiden. II ii head tlitln Li bauds and tears trickle through his fleers ud UiIpw tho fnth 1." M l'iulmo! " lUrold'i tonn it full of horror and fbtreaty. M MilrD, 1 iy." There was something in her inftbtirr that commanded obedience and in spite of Lliuwlf h oUyrd. "Tin girl's white ISngeri were tuty I'Ubticg heart's en on the mound. 'I will Mtci lii-rv often, lUrol I, when you are far away,' ihe w u mj iig. ' You inuat bt thiuk of little Mamie ai her alone, abd and bye. tho precious mound will U tiijLt and I dutiful aith her farorito flowers.' Krljn, KuIjd, rnj jrcrioua one, my angel, lam aelf.ab. I ran hit tare yoa hero to tend my darling'i gtitf, you tnut p ith me abd 1 my lif, my guid lr;g atirrL Hay you will, Krolyn.' And there, bo Death lb iubcy iky of that Und of Moon, her dark trow U-d bd her i ur fac fnned by the per fot Udm bt r c, l.trlj d KlrtcLcr plights her troth U Har4J KainUm, on tl one. condition that the re main with hrr invalid father till hii sands were run. lor a will L wrot hrr tajr, loricg letters; then tLry lr. fjnjnrtt, and Cbllly c a, with DO wi.d i f ri ltati. bU it u r mw him again until ah tart htm on Li. fsl.!it:8 day k her undei WLm IbtrxOuord, U rk ct-rd cnld only turn at l ,ttmmrr, i:,r,B . MlM Frtfhf , al aail '1 U.1J La. m, t U fore, but ,he ta.t La,. UWu C a:,! I ,uri hethonghtihe tu-jcia,. mkt ,s. Uith Uagic r,ttt,a Mra h,l,.,n llr,,, Um MtdMucU. N. r d, l lrt tnaUaJ bow tbat'ia t.M.UyHyaLU.lp.Moitcrcoa.bWi Tbij was only the beginning of the misery into which he had sold himself for gold. Honor, man. hood love, happiness, all given in exohange. Even big name, which others had accounted honorable, hia wife trailed in the dust along with her womanhood. Any wonder, then, that the money which had cost him bo mach became a curse? 'Twaa a warm, balmy morning in September that Bib Leslie, still weak and white, sitting by the open window of Madame's parlor, a skein of scarlet wool in her lap contrasting strongly with the white gown upon which it lay, and the still whiter hands that nestled in it, saw a carriage coming slowly up the drive. A lady in deepest mourning alighted and rang the bell. Some one answered, the carriage drove away, and in a minute the girl had forgotten the af. fair and was lost in painful reverie. Bo absorbed was she that she heard no one approach, and started ner vously at sound of Madame's voice, sayiug gently " Bab, dear, let me introduce you to Mrs. Win wood, our precious Dora's mother." At the words the lady burst into tears and sank into a seat In an instant Bab was kneeling beside her, mingling her tears with the visitor's, bilently Madame withdrew. When she could command her self, Mrs. Winwood raised the pale, beautiful face to hers and kissed it reverently. " Dora said that you were lovely and good, and I see it is true, I came here to-day to see if you will come home with me and take her place. You are no stranger to grief, perhaps we can do each other good. Will you come?" " If you and Madame think best yes." " Then it is settled, for I talked it over with her first." When Dora Winwood left Villa La Rue, the read er will remember, she prophesied never meeting her friend again; and in less than a month after her de parture she died suddenly from heart trouble. Thus it came about that Barbara Leslie became the petted daughter of Winwood House, " You need send no farther remittance," wrote Madame to Harold, "she is provided for. Do not think her ungrateful for all you have done for her; but to live on tho money, obtained, as it were, by the shedding of her heart's blood, is too much for her sensitive nature to endure. Besides, she i beyond the need of it" And thus the beautiful Mormon paaaod out of his life," Four years made changes in all these " lives thai Cached," and New Year's eve found " Winwood," not fece of mourning, but one of festivity. Sleigh ,oM lftcr ,logh load was deposited on the broad v