The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891, September 28, 1889, Page 82, Image 16

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od hlalory ; which u, In ubtance, that he was found by
om Aihermen mllrm off the coant from Monterey, California,
lathed to r tml kept eliove watr by a mm with i life
ireaenrer. The latter wa almot exhatiRtcd and lived but few
hour. Ila tu (peechlee, but when they inkrd hiui if the
child tu hit lit ihook hit head In the negative, and did the
turn when axked If lie knew who it wan. On the little girl's
clothing were the Initial " (I. 0." Khe seemed to be about
two year old, and wa tuken rare of by a fUhermen' family
until li ; then adopUtd or at leant Uken-by a childlen couple
named Irving, who came to AuaUall aoine three year tince.
Tltey are nut wealthy Irving 1 a good fellow but co financier.
Imogene-a the Irving named her I tall, ha a good figure
-favor yourwlf In thlt I think-and I a decided blonde, with
real or Imaginary, resemblance to the picture you on. showed
me of your wife. Hhe wa reerued the tame year that the
Sturm Rtrd went down.
Now I know no more ; but am atrongly Itnpmwed with the
fact that Imogene Irving and Uia loet baby, (irate Gettwood,
are Identical. I pray heaven that It may lie to at leant. Come
and bm for yourtelf I my advice.
Your Friend,
. . John IIkatii.
No wonder tli limn, who for fifteen year had
mourned a on having no hope in thin worM, caught
at the ray held out ti him in thin li tter iih h ilnm ning
man eatche at a straw. He had had husinc in
Jainn ami taken hi wife ami baby girl with him.
Hefore hi hueim wn comlete. there, wont nunc to
them of the ickuc ami threatened death of Mm.
(lettwood fnthiriu iK-nver, Colorado. The lady VM.
larked on the flrtt hnmewHr.l IhhiikI vessel, which
rhnncisl to he the Storm ,. the sn one on which
Tom Vmler w a expe. ted-in the company of two lady
missionaries, coming home for rent. A we know the
vessel went down with it living freight. lcfre the
,,rm Hint hn.l Wn out a week, Prof. (i tlw.Mi. wa
taken violently ill. At the time, he wa on hi way
U-warJ the interior in search of botanical , eeimens
the search for whi. h had Wn (he miun ,J(, f
voyage and among strangers, rhielly nntivc. .N-veral
month iU.i Mfore he rench.-d San Francisco.
Kh.m there he t.cgrnph.d to Ib-nv.-r, wildly hoping
that the new of the St,,nn .'in'i U might 'lie fw.;
IkiI in vain. Th. y had never had one word in response
to the me..,. t to Japan ; and did not know that
the young wife had undertaken the h eward voyage.
All the information that he could glean wa that the
vr, had (tone down with all on Wrd Itroken
hearted he n-amed ut for vear U fore he
cvt.ld again take up the thread of life, and resume the
lull of In. ,r,,f,,,i. ivrh,,,, i , thil( tilU). ,m
friend had wrmcd itr d.-ar to him than hi old rol
ler, hum, John Heath. Twin he had cnt a ,,,,
with him and hi charming family in MelUurnc ; and
m attractive had Urn the (Wa of the iMlld to the
botanical .rvf.-s..r,thet he had pn.inic another visit
in the m-ar future. Hut the rvc ipt of Jhn Heath'
letter had determined him to resign his position in an
eaHtern university and go at once.
Imogene. Irving turned from her mirror with a
smile of satisfaction.
"I hope this new father of mine will be pleased
with tne," ulie said aloud. "Oh dear, I hope he really
in my father, and rich aH Croesus. I am tired of thiH
pinched way of living, every look and act of one's life
a pretence, junt for the sake of keeping up appearances.
How different my life and Alma Heath's. She don't
know what it in to turn and scrimp, and has never en
dured the agony of wearing cotton lace and slippers,
and don't have to make two silk dresses do for ten. I
don't lielieve that I was born poor, my tastes are so
expensive, and I like nice things so well. Yes, I am
tired of jMiverty and hope this unexpected luck is good
luck. The Heaths say that he is wealthy and travels
a good ileal, and that would just suit me. To be sure
I shall rather hate parting with Father and Mother
Irving ; but one can not have all the good things of life
at once."
Some one called her from the hall Mow. " I'll bet
that's him," she exclaimed inelegantly, turning to
once more survey herself in the glass. Complacently
she patted the butterlly bow at her throat and de
scended. Prof. George (iettwood, standing by a window of
the small. flashily furnished Irving parlor, pressed
his hand to his heart in the vain hope of stilling its
wild throbbing. A movement outside and he started
nervously. What would the opening of that door re
veal? Would it confirm his hopes or dash them to
the earth forever ?
Imogene, with her hand on the knob, felt a sudden
choking in her own throat. Would she, a moment
later, lie standing face to face with one of her own
tlesh and blood?
it was a supreme moment in both their lives.
Softly the door swung back, and they stood revealed
to each other's anxious gaze. There was a brief silence,
and the I'rofcssor reeled and groped for a chair.
" Mother ! " Imogene cried.
"There, I am letter now, thanks I only a slight," he Kaid as mother and .laughter hurried t
hi nide.
With evident reluctance Mr. Irving repeated b
the story hi friend had already given him, but
' ! ,M l,ttI" t 't- Vainly he the girl.
1'iit her recollections were confin.Hl to a faint meinorv
"t 'k pretty woman in the midst of a terrible
Jtorm, aying and calling for someUidy to save her
W'jr. iWmg hi head on his hands the proud man
Tl bitter, m aiding tear.