The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1869-04-10
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suffice to cover the heads and icet OF all
the beggars in this city; but, ci.etcun
son yoat, n,d chere.
Mabel smiling turned in the opposite
direction The result of her visit, or re-
turning home, was made known only to
Mrs. Forsyth, who had been housekeeper
in the family for thirty years. y half
hour afterward, when the two left the
house, Mrs. FORSYTH carrying large
basket, john, tae waiter, sagcly remark
ed, ''must be something in the wind, for
as long as l have lived in this house, it's
the first time | have known Madam to
carry basket when 1 was on hand
That evening the uncle and neices
occupied their usual places in the library.
Mabel, seated on a low chair in front of
the CRATE, gazcd earnestly at the fire,
while her hands, clasping and unclasp-
ing each other, betrayed unusual ner-
vousness.
She suddenly turned and gazed at her
uncle, whom she found intently regard
ing her.
Are you not well, Mabel?" asked
her uncle.
Adelaide gave a questioning glance to-
ward her sister, then arose and left the
room.
Mabel arose, and leaning on her un-
cle's shoulder, said, Tomorrow is your
birth day. uncle"
"Well, have you my present ready?'
'.Ies, only'-she replied hesitatingly,
her voice trembling-'.I want you to
promise not to be angry when you re-
ceive it.
Angry: love.N Am in the habit of
showing anger to you! l do not under
stand you" But feeling her tears drop
ping upon his hand, he thought the child
had broken or lost something he had
priced, aud intends to try and replace it.
''Would you feel better assured if you
had my written promise?' he asked kind
".
eyes" said Mabel, smiling through
her tears.
Taking slip of paper, he wrote:
II hereby solemnly promise, upon the
receipt of my birthday gift from my
neice, Mabel, not to be angry, but to
continue TO love and cherish her. as before.
Witness my hand.
HUGH HARRISON.
Mabel kissed him affectionately, and
IuClI iGlb tilc lUOil Will Tue pripG1 SiAS
ed tightly in her hand.
Mr. Harrison sat alone in the library
| after breakfast, his thoughts running
sadly upon the past. He did not hear
the opening door, or the light step upon
the carpet, until he was aroused By q
child's voice at his elbow, asking, "Are
you my grandpa|'
The living counterpart Of the picture
stood before him. He saw the same
large black eyes, the same short curl
peeping from under the velvet cap set ST
jaun,ily upon his head; in fact, th'
| whole dress, even to the lace collar ant
riding whip he held in his hand, was th'
same.
| "Child, who are you?" burst from
the lips of the startled man.
"The lady that gave me this prett,
dress, said [ was to hand this to M,
grandpa"
Mr. Harrison took the note. On tn
outside was written, ssyour birthday gift
from Mabel Inside was the writer
promise he had given the night before.
He laid the note upon the table, AM
took the child upon his lap.
"What is your name, my boy ?"
"Bertie Harrison, and these two kisse
papa and mamma sent, and said please t
forgive them"
Il The heart of the stern man was stirre
to its depths.
90 Bertie! my little Bertie.' he sob
} bed, "have regained you at last !? Yo
) have conquered, Mabel" for he sa,
her standing near, her face beamin
with joy. "Now take me to my son."
Need we tell the rest? How the cal
) riage was ordered and speedily driven b
John, in the direction Mabel pointed out
how it returned, bringing the bithert
alienated ones home to the fathers house
to rejoice henceforth in his love; an
, how the sick man, amid the comforts {
home, and with mind at peace, gre
rapidly strong and well? The wifi
: whose only sin had been poverty, prove
, herself treasure, and became mine {
) flial affection. And as for little Berti,
he became the pet of the house, and e
pecially of his grandfather, who ever a
ter styled him his birthday gift.
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