The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-09-02

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Next morning, as l saw the flush Of
the new day in the east, thought,
would my Emily, like the Emily OF
Chaucer. rise with the sun II 80. /
would be down to the river on the
chance of meeting her cDce more.
The trout had an easy time Of it the
anglers heart was not in his work. ~
He whipped off his flies he pulled
them with stupid jerk from the
fishes mouth. He woulS have sighed
.' Heigho T. and would have said,
!" Alack, alack = if those expressions
were not SO obsolete. Then, to make
matters worse. he ceased his calling
altogether, and longed to cry, My
lady sweet. arise with everything
that pretty bin" Then he lit cigar,
which drove aw y the perfume Of the
flowers but could not stop the clainor
of the Wimple, which became, if pos
sible, more importnna in suggesting
love reveries than ever. Still my lady
in gray coneth. not; and ain resolved
to go on weak pretcnce TO the house,
to examine scarabeus, or some other
fearful wild-fowl connected witt en-
tomology. A rustic in the grass by
me.
Why so pensive, angler?"
30, Miss Glare, the fish won't bite !;
and / have not the patience Of an
adept"
+" You hal better give it up, and
help me catch butterflies. There goes
Il lovely blue one T.
Aud oil dashed the gray CATERS
through The meadow, scattering mead
ow-sweet, but.ercups, aud clover TO
right ana left on their path above
them u long pole. welded by the own
er. with net on the top of it. and
the quarry waSglins and skirling III
the prey immeshed-su color on
her check, such light IN thos. violet
eyes gs r..
1T is pity to call butterflies Latin
nantes, NJ. Dalton. Flowers are
spoiled in the same way"
II wonder you have not greater re-
spect for science" L
Il hate science"
Music 2"
W iofc uiuS4ct DuL LuAt ~ dIucF-
ent." eas
am not going to- try and write
down our talk that afternoon. 1t now
Decaine IA daily custom vi ours to meet,
and freq ..en;iy diued aud took tea
Ut the Loi -. should say TINT slr.
Clare MAS IA widower. and Bella his
Only daughter. - Il is hard Ia lose
her. he SAID TO me, one evening,
across the wainuts aud the wine - [
10 hard to lose her"
Glad 1 MIS- that We were sitting be-
tween the lights. Bella WAS in. the
drawing -room, playing u wordless
song ol Aendeissohn' that WAS more
~louueiit than any yerse that poet has
ever welded to music.
- les, lac continued. '' Bella is
engaged to Captain Hay, cousin of
hers, and he has written 10 the about
having lhe marriage brought oil sh ,r;-
~.
: never hear,l her speak of him.
IS the ell engagement Of long stand
ing? f-.-... Z.
o dear, yes; since they were chill
dren - ' ''- =
tThese cursed -cousinships The
old story-since they were children /!
Blu what Il desperate hirt that gray
mink must have beeno
il Captain Hay member Of the
--Clnb !! (MentioninS an associa-
ton for drinking the late brandy and
seltzer to which myself belonged.)
' Yes. | have heard him speak Of
it,
Well, no longer felt angry with
my gray deceiyer | felt sorry for her.
Hay knew to 30 thoroughly lad
form, as lar as women We're concern
ed.
{" He is coming here next week. -
You will be glad to meet him.
Thank you, know Captain Hay
slightly already" =a'T r ,ss.f
When I had taken IL cup of coffee,
l opened the photosraph-album which
lay on the drawinS-room table
Turning over the leaves until came
to one Of tall gentleman, with luxu-
rious whiskers aud q cruel mouth, /
brought the book over to Bella, and
simply said
s"aIiss Glare, is not this Captain
Hay, to whom you are lengaged?p-
An expression, of pain and, annoy
ance crcs ,ed her face.
"Yes but l didn't want you to
know. You will not be half as nice
now" o@ 44f
Captain Hay and are members of
the same club. Why shouldn't I be
AZ nice now as was before / knew
your secfet?p 7efi7 stii1at 5 ai0
so, you are one ofsthose men that
wonld be sure to be squeamish about
flirting with yonr neighbor's goods,
and now you will begin to- sulk and
pout, and consider yourself ill-used
that that we,have been such friends
i was silent. ] was cut--cuti to the
very soul. Mr.. Clare here entered
the room, and we talked of Indifferent
matters until / rose to take my leave.
l shook hands with Mr.. Clare and
bowed to Bella;, As I walked toward
the hnllrdoor, ] heard quick, light
step after me,
"Dear Mr.. Dalton, I am very sorry.
There is no mischief done, is there
You naustlshake hands with me-" e9si
II did Z .eo,llf1i not hel n II hut the