The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1871-11-18


time have either seen or heard OF the
young gentleman.
- Burtlon must have made money.
"Tndoubted!y. His songs are al
ways successful. added to Which he is
Il good nan OF bu usincSS. and retains Il
right in all he does. Then, again. he is
so careful. almost too careful, with his
money. 80 think there can be lnt.c.
doubt about his being well OFF. =
..Do YOU know lis t;lmily?'
No; have questioned him Il good
deal lately on that point, for | could
see that he was Er, aking up. but he
Woli!d never answer. He seems TO
have :, morbid fear of poverty.''
Our conversation WAS interrupted ut
this point by, otuyolug guide stopping
ut Il small dirty looking hou'e. Draw
ing whistle from liis pocket he blew
on IT shri.ly. and then did a breakdown
on the grating over the area. These
Signals had the desired effect of briug-
i.lg All Old witilercd croue To the street
door, who WAS, without exception, the
pWiic>t specimen of humanity / ever
5bcheid. In one hand she held a thin,
eoil>umptive locking candle. which she
SHADED from the wind III such Il man.
ner as to throw its light fully upon lIer
own l!ileous features. She placed her.
self in the doorway so tiiat We could
not pass. and glared ut us with her
pale. fiimy eyes. and m,rnured and
moved III terrible nlalner.
Don't mind old Svcorax. i" said the
boy; Size Won't iluut because she
CART; she would if she could.
As lie spoke he showed the old woman
one side, and led the way up stairs in
to a small roo;sl, the walls of which
We're entirely covered with books. On
Il low couch opposite Il small fire lay,
Arthur Eurslol, his thtn white hand
working nervollsly with the coyeriet.,
his eyes closed. and his lips movingA
slowly a. he mi,rnured the lines of ii
love song.
The noise of o,r entering caused
him TO start. and turning round with
II faint smile. he held out his lEnd to
Fielding. saying
Wei. Fielding. old boy. the
anchors weighed YOU are not
alone.
.'ol. it's only an old friend Of
yours
= Oh. yes: see. How are you, old
fellow - said Burden but | saw by
lis manner that he was displeased at
my being there. so, making some eN-
cuse, prepared to leave the room.
Don't go. old fellow" said Bur,lon.
:: confess That did not WANT yon ut
first but now you have come would
rather you stay. You and | have All
WAS been friends; SO You may aS well
see the end ; besides. You might do me
Il favor. tir
fastened to assure him that any
thing | could do for him ! would do
with pleasure.
+" ow let ne see what ! can do, =
said Fielling, feeling his pulse. @
- csaal tell the exact amount, re-
piled Burtlon. with a faint smile; you
can do--nothing.
/ looked ut my friends face and saw
that Burtlon WAS right.
:. You see know what i: cOnliI!g-
have felt it creeping OH these sin
months or more. | was certain that
nothing could stop it. and as you per
ceive, 1 was right. | have no fear OF
death-the only regret that | have is
for poor little Charon there.
''iS he yoiir son2'' .
No; | found him silivePing on a
| door step some eleven years ago. l
don't think he could have been much
| more than eighteen months old Il
/ had just lost my dog at the time. and
felt lonely. and he. poor little wretch.
looked SO lonely too, that it struck up
kind OF sympathy between Us, and |
brought him home.
but why OH earth did you call him
j Charnn:'
:. Because ne was the son of Erbu.
| and NoX. ut least he was found III the
i night, and don't know who his par
! ents Were.
..Wglat do you want Us to do for this
boy?" 5fa 81
: Bring him up. Please to hand
me that paper. Thanks. This. is my
| will, whereby leave Charon proper
/ ty to over the amount Of five thulls-
| and pounds. | want you fellows to
] become executors, if you will, and see
] that the little imp is cared for. You
/ wills | thank you fill in the names
and viii sign. There. thank good
ness fiat is over. You can alter his
i name to anything YOU like when | am
/ gone. You must take care OF him foi
my sake
81 Have you no relations we
asked. hi tt'tk
None You have often asked me
! for my history, Fielding, and now thai
! am 80 near my end you shall have
/ it. Now tlon'f stop me, old fellow
| know what you would say--l inustno'
excitesnySelf or talk much. Aiou see
| am almost as good 4 doctor as yot
are, but | feel cannot last. another
day. and Us u few hours cannot make
much difference. prefer dying my
! own way. | may as well Keep, in.y
inind employed as not, so sit. old fei
low, and listen to What no one has
heard but yourselves.
We took our seats, oh each side 1o
| the couch. and Burden commenced hiS
/ history. .visfs. sslIs8 a zute5'.
Six-and-twenty, years ago was =
clerk in Inefvhant's office. i can
say liketlthe business. but stuck 8
it and got oil, for Lloved the master
daughter, and hoped by hard work &C
one day be ableto. make her mime.
was am orpllans switi,dneitller kitf nol
lsiaa to lookaafterinie, but tue. loSa Ina "a
bore MilIy kept me qfliet and lnsitis
| trious. Irose step by.step ia the ONCE
and Mr.. Bfsees &Le merchant, was