The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1869-04-17
something to him once, but did not do

something to him once, but did not do
SO.
Father, mother and Clara went to
church. Bob and | concluded not to go,
and it was Lizz;e's turn to stay at home
and superintend the preparation for din
ner.
We were accustomed to eating good
dinners on Sunday, as it was the oonly
time we could all eat that meal together
aad take our timc at it. We all enjoyed
those Sunday dinners keen|y.
ust before the folks started to church,
Clara and Lizzie were talking earnestly
together, aud Clara said, Yes, you
ought to do it, and do it at once"
gave no heed to the words then, but af-
terward know what they referred to.
Father had sort Of halflibrary, halt
Office; up stairs, and there Bob and
went; he to take smoke and myself to
real.
After we had been there a short time,
Lizzie tapped at the door and walked in.
I asked her if she would have cigar, to
which she made no reply, but walked di
rectly toward Bob, who involuptarily got
up to meet her.
1 saw that they were about to make up
their quarrel; but as had been present
| at half dozen make-ups of theirs, only
thought it necessary to gaze, with sudden
interest out of the window.
Lizzie commenced: "Mr Carver, /
was rude; I was provoked at what you
said at the table, and so forgot myself;
am sorry"
I wished I had gone out; but they
were between me and the door, so I did
not know what to do.
Bob maintained an awkward silence
for few seconds. I began to feel inter
ested knew that was pretty much of
an apology for Lib to make to any one,
and 1 mentally said il he did not accept
it as frankly as it waz offered, he was a
we'll, not what thoug hit him.
| Lizzie must have grown tired of his
silence, for she had turned around from
the window, when Bob said "Stop."
She turned toward him aud he continued:
| s.Lizzie, don't think am such a brute
as not to accept your apology. [ was
only at loss to find words to express my
regret at having provoked you into say
ing what you did. It was all my fault. y
"No, it wasn't" curtly returned Lib
and mentally concluded that they would
quarrel over this
But Bob continued seriously, and in a
most lugubrious tone, "Well, may be it
isn't. I guess is fate. 1t is the result
suppose, of over-sensi,iveness to you,
| indifcrcncc-or dislike"
/ "Boov' exclaimed Lizzie
ats true," he said 81 can't help
feeling that you don't like me, and my
uneasiness leads me to act SO as to In
crease your aversion"
wish had gene. They seemed te
be settling not only their last quarrel, bu
all they had ever had.
GYou had no right to say that, Bob
You-know-I don't-dislike you" said
) Lizzie, actually breaking down and sob
bing.
! I guess he must have concluded tha
he knew it, for he took her in his capac
ious arms just as I passed them on ;
) rapid retreat, terribly ashamed of no
, having gone in the first place.
I do not know what took place after
) left, but so far as dinner was concerned
Lib might as we'll have gone to church
i, Bridget got it all right, however, ant
: I think it was about the happiest one W
ever did eat.
II Happiness is contagious, and there wa
enough of it in Lizzie's eyes alone i
have inoculatcd whole regiment wit
: joy.
I believe Clara saw the state of affair
at once, and shared Lizzie's joy to III
greatest possible degree.
Father and mother seemed to accep
the aera of good feeling" without expls
nation, while Bob was insane.
q He asked father about the sermon, an,
) on being assured that it was an excel
: lent one, said he would take little of il
!. Father asked him, "What 2" and h
a said potatoes
He helped himself to spoonful, an
4 then deliberately took spoonful of bui
;. ter.
ri Mother Significantly asked him if b