The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1871-05-06

Let uS DS 4flSuus, sue sala, SNeetiy
and knew then, Just rs well as / know
now, that Maggie Grifin's hand lay in
hat of the invalid.
Il don't want to say am sorry for
you," she continued, abecause I think |
there are few who like to be pitied. 1t |
don't seem to me that I should care
much about walking; that is, it | had
plenty of money, and somebody to care
for me, and lots of books =
But the tremulant in the girls voice
betrayed her, and the next moment she
was sobbing convulsiyely. Quick steps
ascended the stairs, and I moved away
from the threshold very much like a
person caught In the act of stealing.
w hat occurred subsequently did not
know until some time after. / tried to
conceal my abstraction and appear as
usual, and was somewhat relieved when,
few minutes after, Miss Griffin took
her seat at the piano, and with a brilliant
sweep of her little fingers commenced
the Laughing Song" How she did
laugh and how she did sing For a week
after, the echo OF those bewitching stratus
seemed to meet me in the far corners of
the house, and only ten minutes before
she was sobbing rs if her heart would
break.
az never heard Maggie sing SO well,"
observed lady friend.
ssShe really excels herself"
Didn't know that she was singing
for Fred? Didn't know that her voice
was laden with love, and heavily laden
too? The poor child had not yet begun
to feel Its weight.
"IIeayen help her." I said softly to
myself.
"How did you like the singing, Fred?''
| asked the next morning, at breakfast.
st was delightful. OF all the contral.
tos | ever heard, that was the richest
But who was the fair vocalist? for Of
course she is fair"
"a stranger, Fred" answered care
lessly, glancing at his handsome face
"a Miss Grif6n-Maggie Griffin, I be-
lieve they call her"
His face was like that of an angel fo
moment; inexpressible satisfaction wa
depicted on every lineament; but i
gradually faded, and the old patient
sombre look resumed its place. No
!. another word was spoken
For the next two months Fred receive,
many tiny perfumed notes, and I notice,
that Ben (the footman) made trips to th
post-office more frequently than formerly
In the meantime I had met the youn.
lady on several occasions, and we hat
become very good friends; but l KEEP
my own counsel. / noticed that fo
several days Fred had looked exceedingl
sad and careworn. My first Thought wa
not to remark upon it ]; but when say
the quiver of the poor fellows lip,
could keep silent no longer.
swell, dear, what is it ?" I aske'
again.
"Oh, aunt, have been trying to hav
another funeral, but the body refuses t
be buried. 1 dug the grave, but tn
rest is beyond me-
1T seems to me, Fred, that if I wer
!, in your place, should not be desirous {
taking on myself the duties of profess
ional undertaken. Whether you ca
walk again or not, you have probably
, long life before you; and my advice
in its goodness sends to your garden
for some unknown reason, once laid s
! desolate-to blossom and bear frui
, Throw nothing away which is holy, an
, calculated to lessen your burden"
:, ssAunt, what do you mean 7" he e,
I claimed
: just then Ben stuck his head in ii
0 door.
s.Miss Griffin wishes to see Mr.
Andrews and Mr.. Traver immediate
e ly."
t. t'Good gracious . exclaimed Fred.
d sShow her mp, Ben," ordered
e But, aunt, not here. You don't
to that isl never, you see -''
I But the su iden entrance of the youn
lady put an end to all indecision.
as 81 am so glad to find you both tocetl
IS. erp she exclaimed walking straight
.s the side of Fred's chair. .sThis lett
at viii explain why I ann here. Allow n
ul to read it. -
of 'sPlease don't !" inplored Fred, reco
Id mixing his own chirography.
Of Every we'll, then, said she, foldi,
II! the note "But, Mrs. Andrews, 70
ke nephew and have corresponded for t,
re- months. | love him, and he loves N
a. This morning received this cruel no
=, He bas irrevocably determined, he sa,
as not to allow this love to go on anoth
day-that he will not doom me to t
Id life such love will entail Who es
Ia beard of such cruel nonsense? As if
W had it In his power to pat an end to /
ia love, or his own either" and her ey
de filed with tears.
s. "Oh, Maggie p whispered Fred, loc
". ing steadfastly out of the window ssy
don't know what you are talking abou
am Yes ! do, dear" shereplied, sweet
id tIf we were poor, it would make
ne difference, I suppose; and yet scare,
4 think it could You are rich, and so :
as t. And, Fred Travers, you will W:
er- again one of these days. I belle
Heaven itself has whispered that
nv my ear. Ii you don't love me say
and ! will 60 away and neyef trouble J
# again"
rst Heaven bless you, darling! I Il
ou you more than myself thousand tin
ng over. You shall stay" That was wi
s. Fred said