The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-03-31

tween them. But what was she to do
in st. Louis, alone and penniless ?
For she was weak, fragile little crea-
ture, unified to battle with the world.
as johnson well knew.
Yet didn't hesitate as to the ad-
vice should give her, although felt
doubtful whether she would follow It.
for, in spite Of her reluctance to marry
johnson, ! could see from the way she
told her story that he had gained an
influence over her truly wonderful.
promised, however, to do all / could
tor her, il she remained in st. Louis,
and besought her not TO commit the
sin of marrying this man from q mis-
taken sense Of duty.
Stranger as she was, ] was 30 much
Interested In her fate that couldn't
sleep for thinking Of II, and II was late
the following morning when went to
breakfast. / sat down opposite q trav-
eier, sunburnt and coarsely attired, but
honest and genial looking.
We entered into conversation, and
there was something I'm his voice and
manner that seemed strangely familiar,
although / couldn't recoliect that had
ever seen him before. But 10 came over
me like flash Of light when he spoke
Of having just returned from the noun
tains, that this was the man whom Sarah
White, tho clairvoyant, had pcrsonated
on the steamboat Dresden. / turned TO
him, eager and excited.
Pardon me, sir, but isn't your name
Mr.. Joe Morrison, and didn't you live In
Y
He started To his feet.
"For Gods sake, sir, can you tell me
anything Of my wife and child? 1t Ii
from them"
Joy seldom kills, and I hadn't the
heart TO prolong his suspense.
"Yes, yes, they are all alive and WE'LL"
answered, "and are In this house, In
''My God! It isn't possible" he cried,
rushing away from the table like q mad
man.
1 followed him leisurely, and found
him with Willie In his arms, pressed
close to his breast, laughing and crying
Mt the same time, and frightening the
child nearly to death. Mrs. Morrison
wasn't In the room; she had gone out
with DIR. Johnson, the chambermaid
said. A thrill Of apprehension ran over
me.
.'Do you know where they went 2" !
asked.
But ,he couldn't tell me anything, ex-
cept that the gentleman had said some
thing about Squire Jecko's.
That was enough. / rushed down
stairs and through the streets, dragging
Morrison and Willie with me, and didn't
stop to see whether people stared or not
Just as we reached the door Of Justice
Jccko's Office, johnson and Mrs. Morri-
son came out, and my heart sank within
me. Willie caught glimpse Of them,
and cried out shrilly 'sMamma! Man,
mar'
She started and turned, and Morrison
sprang forward with the child in his
arms; but before he could reach her she
had fallen prone upon the pavement.
But she came to quickly; And the
were silent, but affecting. A little later,
she returned to the hotel leaning upon
Morrlson's arm, proud and happy
woman. My fears were unfounded; she
had refused TO marry DIR. johnson, even
after he had decoyed her TO the Office Of
Justice Jecko.
AS 10 the mutual explanation that fol-
lowed this happy reunion have little TO
say. Morrison was thunderstruck by
had placed such implicit confidence as TO
send him several large suffis cf money
for the use OF Lucy end the child. And
he couldn't help mistrustipg that their
correspondence had been intercepted, for
neither husband or wife had received a
single one of all the, letters they had
written to each other. But he might
have been mistaken, for we all know
what the mail facilities are In the noun
tains.
never saw johnson again. but heard
afterward that he married Miss White,
the cIairvoyant.
The Morrisons went back to - and
their lives sank into an ordinary and
common place routine. verify believe
they've half forgotten by this time the
tragic episode Of these two years.
HOW THEY BATHE AT VENICE.
Here am reminded of another pleas
ure Of modern dwclIers in Venetian pal
aces, which could hardly have been in
duiged by the patricians Of old, and
which is hardly Imaginable by the people
Of this day, whose front doors open upon
dry land; mean TO say the privilege Of
sea bathing from ones own Threshold
From the beginning Of juno till far into
September, all the canals Of Venice are
populated by the amphibious boys, who
clamor about 10 the brine, or poisc them.
selves for leap from the tops Of bridges
or shew their fine s,atuesque figures
bronzcd by the ardent sun, against the
fecades Of empty palaces, where they
hover among tho marble sculptures, and
mediate headlong plunge. IL is onl,
the Venetian ladies'. in fact, who do moi
share this heaithful amusement. Faith.
ers of families, like SO many plump, do
nestle brakes, lead forth their aquatic
broods, teaching the little ones to swim
by the aid of various floats, and delight.
! ing ID tho gambob OF the larger duck
lings. When the tide comes ID fresf
aud strong from the sea, the water in th'
Grand Canal is pure and refreshing; ant
ut the these times it is q singular pleasure
to leap from ones door step into tn,
swift current, aud spend half hour yer.
informally ausong ones neighbors there
| The Venetian bathing dress is. . mer
sketch Of the pataloons OF ordinary life
and when I used to stand upon our bal
cony, aud see some boarded head duck
ing me politc salutation from pair Q
broad, brown shoulders that SHOWED
above the water, l was not always able I
recognize my acquaintance. deprived Q
his iaetitious identity Of clotkes.- :
But always knew certain statel
cousul. general by vast expansc Of bald
I ness upon the top OF his head, and
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