The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1871-07-22
Jhe Albaag gegister.
ssy Porter,s Daughter.

from the three rooms and kitchen we oc- /
cupied, and were won't to call our appart- |
nsents. 1t is true they warc an sirieme,
but n'inporfe; they were light and airy,
and from the windows beautiful vista of
house-tops, and chimney-pots, with the
Pantheon and the pavilions of the Louvre,
met our gaze. "Any letters 7" repeated
Jules, as Nine Jacques, the FORTRESS, re-
piled to the salutation.
The good dame smoothed down her
apron, adjusted her cap, and having as
sumed az air of profound woe and COM
miseration, produced letter, deeply
edged with black.
stAh, fear monsieur viii have bad
news" said the little woman, "for am
sure such letters always tell of some ones
DEATH
Jules took the letter and was soon
deeply engaged in readingits contents.
ssRead it, mon ami, and tell Inc shall
laugh or Weep" said he, having read the
letter, and handing it to me.
"My dear aunt" he resumed, "peace
6e with her, whom / have not seen for
ten years, has died, therefore should I
weep; but she has left me 10000 francs
q year. Therefore / shall neither weep
nor laugh; so we will dine at the Irots
Freres, and drink to my good aunt's rest
in their famed Burgundy, for it was her
fayorite wine, and"
"Good morning, mamma; how de-
lighted / am to see you, cried a sweet
voice at the door of the lodge, and IN
another minute the speaker was in the
arms of Mime Jaques.
AMY dear child is it you ?" exclaimed
madam; "Well, well, who would have
thought of seeing you back SO soon 1t
is my little Marie, Messieurs," said the
portess, her little eyes twinkling with
pleasure, in answer to our mute inquiries.
Marie turned, and bestowing rogue
ash glance, made profound bow.
"Come, come, jules" said 1, grasping
his arm, for he stood rooted to the spot,
gazing at the blushing Marie "come,
mon ami, long to taste, the Burgundy"
said I, fairly pulling him to the door.
"Good morning, ladies'" 1 added, and
we were on our way down the street.
"I verify believe you have fallen in
aove," I continued. "Come, old fellow,
it won't do for Jules de Quenille, with
10000 francs a year, to fall in love with
. porter's daughter. But Marie is hand
some. Did you notice what bewitching
eyes she had ? and such teeth, and as
for her hands, they were as small and
white as those of a duchess. 1 am sure
she has fine foot and ankle, for her fig
ure is perfect, But forgot to congrat-
ulate you on your good fortune, Jules.
Why, what is the matter? You are IN
the clouds, mon cher
s'No, no, not in the Clouds" said Jules,
AI was thinking, that is-yes-I was
thinking of my poor aunt. But Mile
Marie is beautiful; you are right; it is
a pity she is porter's daughter"
Having honorcd the memory of the
deceased aunt in glass Of Burgundy
we drank to Marie, and we spoke ol
Marie, and Marie it was for the whole
evening. Even the petite rerre with ou,
ca7e Was emptied in Marie's honor
Alas, my poor friend I saw he was
badly off when, for the twentieth time
the next morning he descended the siz
efd9es to see if there were any letters
but Marie was not there, and madam was
out, SO Monsieur Jaqucs kept house, and
Jules pride would not permit him to ask
the old porter concerning her. He was
proud, was my friend Jules of a good
family Of the provinces, he had been
brought up to regard good birth as one
of the essentials which wife must pos
sess. It is thus with all Frenchmen
notwithstanding the many democratic
principles they possess, pride of family is
with them ss striking as was with Louis
XVI. Though in the ordinary course oi
life they forget or lose sight of these prin
ciples, yet when the question OF marriage
Is discussed they revive in all their pris-
tine force
eyes, nson ami," said Jules, laying
aside his pipe, and smoothing his luxu.
rant moustache aud beard snow that
am rich man, feel it duty owe te
my family to marry. But my wife must
be of good family and Marie is not.
know what you would say-you English
when you fall in love, forget all social
distinction; bat We French have more
firmness, and can conquer our feelings
We marry for cur family, and we grow
old and feel happy thar We have done a
good action This is true greatness You
English cannot appreciate il"
"Then you'll forget Marie" said I
sand won't see her any more"
"But viii see her again" he replied
"and enly speak to her, that l may for.
get my unfortunate penchant; for you
know an lliterate woman diseusts me
and am sure she is without education .
An hour afterward, as / passed the
porter's lodge ON my way to the postofice
saw nay friend engaged in an animated
conversation with Marie.
"Are you disgusted with her, Jules p
i asked on my return that evening.
81 am more in love than ever" he re.
pied "she is as well informed and ac
comPllshed as she is beautiful But what
would my father say? She is but port
"Ah," thought I, che thinks of wha,
his father would say assuredly. she has
gained one point--she has CONQUERED hi
own pride" =
Thus the week passed. Marie was
only to be seen in the afternoon 81.
dressed in a style much above her station
I Thought, bat she was such a pertec,