The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-01-27

And so she managed that the news
should reach him i'll few days time,
that she was there. He heard it, as
she meant he should. He YVES alone
and very lonely. He had been an
obedient son, and an aifectionate one,
and had loved tho testy old man dear
ly. But now he thought that it could
harm no ono If he should try to realize
his youthful dream.
He sighed and looked out Of the
window, walked to the fireplace and
stood there unrelenting, frightened
up, and began to make one Of his
fancy pictures of Fanny at tho other
side of the fire.
"Shell be older, of course" he
said. ~"Thin-perhaps fragile and
worn; pale, too. No matter; it's
Fanny, and she'll be beautiful TO me. 4"
An elderly lady was walking in n
green lane near Hurnsey, with two
children and u poodle dog. Tho poo
die was her own and the children her
landlady's. She was avery stout lady,
with four chins and red face, and had
no waist whatever.
As she walked there came n weazen
old gentleman, with large, green
umbrella under his arm. His nose
and chin met. His head was rs smooth
as an egg, except just Mt the nape of
the neck, where six hairs still clung.
His ears stood out on each side of his
head, large, yellow, and with frosty
pinches ON them. He had watery
blue eyes. and wart on his forehead.
just the kind of old man the stout
lady hated. For his part he disliked
fas women.
"a frowzy old creature, he thought; ];
and just then the poodle and children,
all tied together with blue ribbon, tan
gled themselves about his legs, and
nearly overset him.
Come here, my dears, don't run
against u gentleman that way" said
the fat lady, in faint voice.
People should teach their grand
children and dogs better manners"
said tho old gentleman, testify.
"My grandchildren" painted the
old lady; what impertinencel / beg
you'll not kick that dog, sir. Cruelty
TO animals is forbidden by law, thank
heaveuw
"If this dog is mad, as he seems to
be, III have him shot," said tho old
gentleman.
Come here. Fido, darling" cried
tho elderly lady. My dears, run
home 10 your ma"
And just then out stepped the land
lady. To her the old gentleman I'D
dressed himsef:-
II beg pardon, ma'am; can you tell
me III which of these houses / can find
a lady of the name of Partridge-Miss
Fanny Partridge"
"Why, this il the house, sir" said
the lady ; and there's Miss Partridge
herself"
"Wiil you hand her this ?" said the
old gentleman, looking eagerly around
in search of Miss Partridge, and never
once thinking of the stout lady.
Here uia'am," said the landlady,
presenting tie card to that very indi-
yiduai. "This, sir, is Miss Partridge"
The name on the card was "Horatio
Tibbets. That hideous little old
man, like weasel, with q green cot
ton umbrella, and no hair, Horatio.
That overgrown woman, like o lob
ster, Fanny
Neither would believe it. But it
was SO; as true as age is, and time and
change, and all the rest of it. They
sat on the black horsehair sofa in the
parloI and tried to talk; and as they
did SO, they discovered that Fanny and
Horatio who loved each other were
both dead-as though the sods were
over their poor hearts! Had they
married years before, probably they
would have been still dear to each
other. still pleasant to look upon in
the blindness of affection; but utmeeting
as strangers, they repulsed each other.
eff he should presume upon our old
affection!" thought Fanny; "such a
disagreeable old manH
"If she should expect me to remem-
Der the past, this dreadful mountain
of fiesh!" thought Horatio; and then
he told her he was glad to see her look
ing SO well, and chopped they should
be neiShbors.
She Thought that unlikely" the
place did not agree with her.
Each lodged the past, not guessing
how very glad the other was to dodge
it also; and they parted forever, po-
litely hoping to meet very soon. That
night two pillows were wet with tears.
Fanny wept for the youthful lover of
whose death she seemed to have heard
that day, and Horatio for q lost Fanny,
now only a memory. But there was
no thought of any present liking, of
any flashing up of the dead flame.
They did not even wish to meet again.
There was certain horror in that
meeting not to be forgotten.
They never met more; but when
Fanny died, years after, with its motto
"Dinna forget" ring which no
power could have placed on her fat
finger-hung by its ribbon over her
heart and Horatio had buried with
him lock OF hair severed from Fan
ny's head in that long ago when it wae
golden.
Each heart was young and true; but
forty years of comfortable, well-to-do
life had been very cruel to bodies-to
their voices-to their manners. Do
you suppose that somewhere beyond
the stars they have met, and are lovers
again ? I hope SO, for in their own
way they suffered greatly here for no
faults of their own.
Mrs. SLIDELL, sister of Mrs. Beaure-
gard died at Brighton, England, recent