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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 2, 1889)
m U KST SIIOKK. he wanted I'Ium'Ik- to marry; .low the 'young friend ' waa kind an loved I'Jkm Im- an' would make her a good hiiaband. All at onro lie atof'ped tiilkin'. I looked up an' there by the old weH'iwerp huh Phoebe un' 'Ieno talkin together, an' 'ienc held her hand in hia'n. The old Siiiiri''n fare ;an junt lerrihle. The big veins wan bulgin' out on h i forehead. Ilia mad wan awful. II.. Mood an' looked', an' then aqueelcd right out a sound juat like a horae makra when he's hurt. I'hoelm heard him an' turned arniind scared Inoat to death. Then ahc stopped, heaitatin' as though aim (Inln I know whether to go to f.ither or lover, hut ahe ilarttnl for her father. The Siiire never (teemed to look at her, hut he juat stood an' hollered like a crazy man, ' )nn't come near me! ' Then he up with hid eane an' hit her, an' ahe fell all in a heap at li in feet. "'Father! inoaiiin'. Father!' ahe kep' a- "'.Mycurneoiiyou!'Hereanied the old man. ' Don't mil mcfath 1 er! I ilia- own. you I do to that cur who HtandH MS Miami i. mis a iimi'at ma rm." there an an , you Mrurk down an' darra not rome to y.mr.,puwj Co, an' never e, n,e a,, you again!' U. n he turned an' run away like one, W( '.rr.,1 1 ho,l. into ,, houae, ' al.e had aimlll,,r nt-fkni-M, ht M,e pulled though all right It wodhnvrMv,I ,r,,, it tlfll ; Mother.,, IK-antoU. little md ,;,,. wentouthuntin'orllahin'ala.ut every day. no matter how au-k VI. wa., an' he enuld M1,H Morv i- M.fther.waV, no I W. turned ,,,, ; an home for him. MV,'7 IWI M well i( , ttrnnUn ""'"'Ml .",". rahi!e.,ee,. ed an if alio was afraid of him. She'd got over bein' coiilidential to mother, went around awful still like, due day she said she must go away. Mother, here cried an' took on at an awful rate then. She said they ought to he married. At this Phoebe just looked at him with her great eyes, but wouldn't say nothin'. '(iene aaid his wife had to be married like a lady, not like a pauper. Well, mother just hung to 'Gene, go that at hiat he agreed, an' they was married in thig houae. After the marriage Phoebe kissed mother an' cried a while, then she went on with her husband, an' we never nee her ag'in. " Two months after they went our Phoebe was horn. Afore the child was three year old it began to be talked over the point how much she looked like the Squire's Phoebe. I used to be afraid the Squire might do her some harm on that account. Folks used to say the old man was insane. They told all kinds o' sto ries about his bein' shut up all day with his ' young friend,' an' how nights the two rode about the point a-horaehack. I was tired enough when my day's work was over to go to bed, an' didn't try to find out if the stories was true. " One day our Phoebe had been Dlavin' on the hill in sight o' the house, an' she came runnin' in nn' ni,l a man had given her some pretty things. She had aomo origin silver pieces. The next day she brought more. When she went out the next day I watched, an' saw her go meet the Squire, an' he took her on his knee. That day tho Squire came home with her. He was a" good deal older an' more wrinkled, but not so black nn' harah in his looks. Says he: ' I've taken quite a faivy to your little girl.' After a spell he naked me plump if I knew where his Phoebe aa. I paid I didn't, an' lied of course. " ' Docs your good wifo know? " says he. He wiw a shakin' like, an' somehow I couldn't lie any longer. " ' I think sho does,' says I, ' but she's that friendly to Phoebe she wouldn't have her hurt' He underatood, for he said ' I don't want to harm my child; I want her hark ; I want her forgiveness afore I die. I'm n-.lvin' ", an' I want your wifo to send for her afore it's' too late.' " Then I MM him Phoebe was in Paris, married to ."'"I1' ' '" she had a little boy an' girl, but I '"I" t any that '(iene had deserted her and that alio havm' a hard time to feed her babies. I never see jo on as he did when he heard about the little' "'" He juat cried like & poor man would. 'France. : U.Wl ,1C bi -ayin ' It's a long way off, she'll too late. Then he turned to me, trembling like as lf "uat fall, an' aaya he- here
