The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1870-11-19
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Cross
oh" sobbed poor Mrs. Denwillow,
I've lost the best husband-my poor
Robert! And l was so wicked to him
Oh ho.'
Law, no, If you please ma'am, master
amt killed Here's gram as Mr.
Hodges said was to give it to you. 1t
ought to have come an hour and half
ago, but were delayed in the confusion.
Them grams always is delayed some
how" added Ann, soliloquizingly.
Lima seized the paper, and tore it open.
1t ran thus -
ssDARLINo,-Don'tL be alarmed. Fright
fuE accident at NeW Cross. Am making
myself useful to sufferers. Shat take
CAD home Don't aoa0 dinner :"
Iu the intense relief of her heart, Lima
sobbed convulsively, and made an inward
vow never to be SO petulant and exaticng
in future In mood OF mad penitence,
she sat upon the sofa, forming hosts of
good resolutions, until the sound of cab
wheels fell joyfully on her ears.
In two minutes more Robert Denwil-
low was in the parlor, elasping the peni-
, tent little woman in his arms.
ooh, Bob, dear, Fam so sorry. And
I've been so frightened. I'll never be so
cross again ~ sobbed she.
The husband strokcd her fair hair ten
derby, but did not reply. He Judged it
better to let her tears have their course.
At last he said
Well dear, it's all right now, SO let
US 20 to dinner"
'.Oh those poor people killed. 1 could
not eat any dinner"
Nonsense, there were no people kill
ed only score of broken arms and
/ legs
why" exclaimed the little woman,
in surprise, ''Ann told me there were
seventeen persons killed"
Robert Denwillow laughed.
These sort of things are always gross
ly exaggerated" he said. but come, |
want my dinncr-odd | don't perceive
the onions.
ooh, Bob, DEAR sighed his wife,
coloring to the roots of her hair, I'll m
so sorry, but there's nothing but BIB
boiled mutton for dinner.
! The good fellow WINGED for moment,
but he comprehended in an instant how
matters stood, and said, gently
+ "WelI, dearest, Il certain grand old
Book says, Better is a dinner of herbs
where love is, than, -"
Lima kissed him impetuously.
You are an angel, Robert good,
man-and l am weak, silly, wicked
little thing y
''Not wicked, pet -
''Oh. Robert" she said, earnestly, as
she hung around his neck, ''bear with
me, and forgive me -
Forgive you, my darling said her
husband. returning her caress. 'Have
we not all need of forbearance and for
giveness -
'!Dinucrs ready, please sir" cried
Ann, entering, with covert smile on
her face.
.WeiI, Ann" returned her master,
good -humoredly, and as if boiled mutton
we're his iavorite dish, 81 am hungry
enough to do credit to your cooking
Little Mrs. Denwillow, with Il feeling
of intense shame, took her seat at the
head Of the table. Ann removed the
covers The boiled mutton, sadly over
done, was there, it is true but opposite
her master Ann hao placed a splendid
rump stake pie, which she had covered
over, to produce the greater effect when
uISciOStQ
Lima cast grateful glance at her
servant, whilst Robert Denwillow said
''Ihis is famous. But how is it, Ann
l thought boiled mutton"
s'Well, sir" said Ann, with gratified
smile, and sly glance at her mistress,
L thought, as master don't like mutton,
and the butchers boy had fine steak on
his tray, I'd make pie ON my own
sponsibilty."
you have done quite rightly, Ann, .
said her mistress, ''and show good sense. "
Surely a merrier 'dinner of herbs
never was than that, seasoned as it was
by renewal of love and confidence
between the married couple. Mrs. Den
willow often spoke of it afterwards as the
commencement of a long aud happy life.
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