The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891, November 02, 1889, Page 242, Image 16

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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
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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