The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1868-12-05

And they laughed. Oh, how could
they? bad yet TO learn how easy it is
in this world to bear other people,
troubles!
I rose hurriedly up, with my heart
beating unanimously beneath the pink
azaeas, and went back to the lighted
corridors
Albany Moore was waiting to claim my
hand for the next rcdowa.
9 Are you i'll, Mrs. Glen? How pale
you look -
IL am not well. I wish you
would have my carriage called, Mr..
Moore"
For felt noM that home was the place
for me-
Hurried by some unaccountable i'm
pulse, sprang out the moment the car
riagc wheels touched the curb stone and
rushed aup to my husbands room.
The door was locked, but could see
light shining under the threshold. l
knocked willy and persis.ently
'Gerall. Gerald. for heavens sake
let me ~
Something fell on the marble hearth
stone within. making Il metallic clilh,
and my husband opened the door little
way
l had never seen him lopk so pale
before, and SO rigid, yet 50 determined
WHO are you:?" he demanded, wildly;
''why cannot you leave me in peace. :"
Its [, Gerald d-yuur Madtl.ne-your
| own little wife"
And [ caught from his hand .he pistol
he was strivln. 10 conceal in his breast
its mate lay ON the marble hearth, un-
der the mantel-and flung il out of the
window.
Gerald, would you have left me %
| Il would have escaped - Ec cried
still hali-delrious. to all APPEARANCE,
..deb.-'liS.race-- nisery-her re;proac,-
e,. [ woald have escaped them ali -
His head fell, like that of !. weary
child. Oh my shoulder.
l drew him gently TO a sofa, and
sootIcd him with Il THOUSAND mute ca
re,.es.
| For had it not all been my fault?
| Through all the Ion. weeks Of fear
that followed, [ nur-ed him with unwav
erin. care and .levo:inn. | had but one
| thou. ht. one d sirc-tn rcleem myself
| in his cstima'ion; to prove to him that
| [ was something more aud hi .llcr 1lan
the mere butterfly of fashion l had lth
| erto shown myself
Well, the Marcel! winds had hnw!cd
themselves away into their mountain
Businesses; the brilliant .April rain-drops
we:c dried ON boush aud spray and how
the apple blossoms We're tossing their
fragrant bllows of p;nky bloou in the
dec, blue air OF later May.
Where were we now!
1t was picture sque little cottage just
out of the city. furnished much ike II
masnified baby house. Gerald sat in a
cushioned eisy chair on the piazza, just
where he could glance through the open
| window at me, working a bath of biscuits,
with my sleeves rolled up above my cl
bows, and the gold thread hair neatly
confined in Il silken net.
''What an Industrious fairy it So he
said smiling sadly.
"Well, you see | like it. It's a great
deal better than those sonatas on the
piano
WHO would ever have thought you
would make so notable housek ee per ~
I laughed glcefully-I had all child S
delight in being praised
Are you not going to Miss Delancey's
croquet party?' he pursued.
No; what do care for croquet
parties? Im going to finish your shirts,
aud you'll read aloud to ne?'
.'Aladelne, I want you to answer me
one question
s.What is it?'
1 had safely deposited nv pan of bis
cults in the oven by this time, and was
dusting the -four off my hands.
..What have you doue with your dia-
| monds p
Il sold them long ago; they paid sew
eral heavy bills, besides settling half a
year $ rent here .
''But, Madeline, you were SO proud of
| your diamonds"
Il was once; now they would be the