The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1869-11-20
A Romance i'm Real Life.

A Romance I'm Real Life.
That G truth is stranger than fiction"
was forcibly illustrated by the brief his
tory of two persons which .culminated
Wednesday last at the Astor House in
New York, and is thus related by the
EUening Mail !,
"About % years ago Mr.. NJ, a North
ern gentleman, married a Miss n, Of
this State. To all appearances it was
what the world denomiRated . happy
marriage About one year after thia
union, Mrs, M. presented her husband
with a fine boy, whose appearance seemed
to be an additional living and breathing
bond Of affection. The happy couple
lived together for about ten years, when
by reverse of circumstances in Mr.. Ms
business, over which he had no control.
he became quite poor. Passing over
details, suffice it to say that ! disnrce.
eliminating neither party, vas easily OBJ
tanned in court Of ono Of those States,
whose loose laws now offer Inducements
to the discontented to violate the solemn
ordinance of marriage with impunity.
But this was not trap sprung by one
party without tho knowledge of the other.
1t was mutual divorce.
Mrs. NJ was healthy, fne looking
woman, and in few years became the
wife of well-to-do gentleman. This
was happy marriage throughout. The
second husband died little more than-a
year ago, leaving the widow small for
tune of twenty thousand dollars.
During these eight or nine years of
life with her second husband, the lady
did not forget her first born nor did the
son lose sight of the mother. The affec-
ton in both was strong. The boy was
the divine magnet which attracted the
divorced and widowed mother and the
wandering father from his search for
business in distant Costa Rica. At the
death of the second husband the son had
reached the manly age of twenty. I'M
agine his feelings as he came to realize
the situation of his father and mother.
One single man the other q widow.
One an unhappy wanderer still without
sufficient worldly goods to make life
worth living for; the other the occu-
pant of husbandless house with plen-
tiful larder. Ever present was the
thought that one yet lived whom she had
sworn before God to love and cherish
He was the father oc her son. The son,
who loved his mother, loved his father
not less. The mother could not gaze into
the face of her only born, without be-
holding the image of his father. Time
passed. The son brought his divorced
father and widowed mother together.
They talked over the past. They agreed
upon the future. The boy was tho cen
. ter Of attraction. He was flesh Of their
, flesh, and bone of their bone. The ties
, of nature were too strong for resistance.
| Like two drops of quicksilver the two
hearts united. Yesterday, in this city,
; the son had the happiness to celebrate
J the anniversary of his twenty first birth
day by witnessing the extraordinary
scene of the marriage of his own father
J and mother This was joy enough for
, one day. History probably does not
/ afford the parallel Of this truthful pic
ture.
Mr.. and Mrs. NJ, accompanied by
their son and several friends, dined at
the Astor House, and afterwards left for
, Boston on their bridal tour to enjoy his
second and her third honeymoon Tho
son, who is a promising, fine looking
yOAds1 hAdhs - a eSlS6EaHu ORCI0tOA VI
J excellent ability, and is employed in this
. city.
After the honeymoon Mr.. and Mrs,
NJ, with their son, will visit Cosa Rica,
where the past business experience of
Mr. NJ. in that country, with the little
capital Of Mrs. M. and the profession of
the talented aud enterprising son will
undoubtedly prove the foundation for q
greater and more permanent fortune.
May happiness aud prosperity 60 with
them.
No dorg to love, none TO karess, how
can | my sadness express Chunk il
defunot, ded as nale-hushed is his
barking aud still is his tail. Oh such .
tail--while on the end, opht did he chase
it with hope twisting around, till overcome
he reposed on the gronnd--now he's ek
stingt, ded as nale-where am his bari
and wag Of his tailY In dreams alone
poor Chunk see, swigging his milk or
! else scratching fce-'tis but dream
wakign / weep, for under two feet Of
ground he does sleep. O.! beautiful
purp, wunst full Of pla, haven't I fed yo,
day after day? given you milk, given 80,
bread, given you many pat on the he'd
49," ySA SNosAlSss oCo % " AosOs WASh
am the bark and wag of yer tail? NJ
dorg to love, none to karess, ,vainly
strive the sad tears to repress. Why did
: : you dy sadli I morn--was it from pieel
or swallering q boney No waggin tail
!, no boamin eye ansurs question or give,
. arepli Was it ft--or stoppage of bretf
--or eatin 2 much the cad cause Of yel
: deth Still nor q word, Chunk is de
3 3 funot, ded az nale, dim is his eye,stillet
forever, his tale.
= Jaw w-RREAKERs.-An Indiana natur.
!. alist enAghtans tie Fort Wayne Gdsen'
in potato-bug nomenclature. He say
: the correct name of this bug is Gymnos
!. permia Tefradynamia, Of the clas Sisri
!. Dehiumminetiboniul o
!. which there are but three species, tn,
= Monoctyledonous, Hypocastimouoso and
the Picaanevramia SaniHtavna cou = -