The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1871-06-17
Jhe Albaag geeister.
IFrom the Edwardsville Republican, ]
A story of Song.
BY DELL HAWTHORNE.

through the last lines of that sorrowful,
heart song, and died away in low MUIR
lnur.
"Oh, Rayl Ray ~ she sobbed, pas
s'T cannot bear it r.
A mist passed over the eyes of the
strong man looking tenderly on the slen,
der form that shisered as an aspen leaf in
q fierce wind. and the hand that toyed
caresaingly with the long, golden ringlets,
quivered with suppressed emotion.
"My little one" he said, very gently,
sscan you not be brave and patient for
my sake Z"
Nc answer came from the pale lips,
but teardrop fell on one of the ivory
keys.
sOnly In seeming will we be parted. /
Our hearts will still meet and hold sweet |
communion though we may never clasp /
hands again. Love will unite US, even
though the ocean waves roll between US.
Through all my life your face viii be be-
fore me, the guiding star of my exist
ence. My path cannot be utterly cheer
less even in the darkest night, because it
has been glorifed by the sunshine of
your love- And you-you will not for
get me. know. One last kiss, and then
goodbye. Heaven bless, darling! !"
And Bay Allison walked out from the
rose-tinted room into the cold, pitiless
moonligh, with the feeling of ono who
had been suddenly transported from glow
ing, tropical regions, to the frigid north
zone. Or rs one who had dreamed of the
bright rivers Of Paradise and awakened
In the desert of Sahara
And Norma If tho heart of the
stately woman who swept haughtily in
aad found her lying senseless on the floor,
did not thrill with pity, it must have
been made of stone. But, alas diamonds
were sstrumps'' in the little game of Mrs.
LeGrand's life, and fortune had not
placed any in Ray Allison's hand.
One year later. The parlor of Mrs.
Everieigh's brown stone front, Washing
ton Avenue, was brilliantly lighted, and
gay and fashionable assembiage was
gathered there. Marble statuary cleaned
in snowy whiteness from every niche and
corner, rare lowers bloomed in vases of
silver and gold, and soft music thrilled
sweetly on the air and was borne to the
ears of young man who was standing by
one Of the curtained windows. His
thoughts were far away from the scene of
gayety, and he did not notice one who
was regarding hial earnestly, until q hand
was placed on his shoulder and voice
exclaimed:
"AIlisonl by all that's good What
can have lured the hermit from his
cell 7"
'fVarious incentives" replied the other.
principal of which is that he was tired
of his cell and wanted to know what had
taken place in the world since he was in
it last"
"That is tcasily learned. Only the
usual number of marriages, deaths and
bankruptcies. And,-0h, yes, have you
seen the brideS"
@Dashwood's? Mo-
ssI saw her to-day. She is an angel
That is, fguratively speaking. Beauti,
full as poets dream-whatevert that may
be. / never had one, bat suppose yot
scribbling fellows are frequently visited
by them- But there, I shall not attemp
to describe her. You can do that wher
you have seen her, as you will tonight
stWhere from ?"
sPhiladelphia. She was Miss LIE
Grand. They say her mother compeHe.
Whats the matter? Are you sick r
ANo, no. Only sudden faiatness.
am better now. You were speaking o
-of Mrs. Dashwood." /"
'Yes. She was Norma LeGrand
Daughter of Mrs. Leonard LeGrand, o
Philadelphia. Eastwood met her las
summer. 1t was aquite little romance
and as know you delight in romances
viii tell you the story. You know h.
was spending the summer at
But Allison never heard the little TO
nance. He caught for support at mar
ble Flora by his side, while the room
whirled around, the lights in the chanda
lier danced and ficSered, and went on
dimiy concious of one dread truth. Nor
ma LeGrand-his Norma, was the wife Q
Clarence Dashwood
Excuse me-" he said, hastily, as b
disappeared in the crowd.
ssWhat ON earth's the matter with Al
lison, tonight r thought Leicester. II
Is worse than schoolboy in love. aOl
Miss, Efie !" as q merry-voiced youn
lady was passing him, "wont you bcsto
one smile on broken-hearted maj
whose last friend has deserted hin" !"
The band just thGa struck up walt
and they glided away among the dancer
and Leicester saw no more of Allison III
til he came upon him few hours late
standing among group gathered abor
picture hanging on the wall.
mot dancing 7" he said, as he al
preached him.
0No. You know do not care for it.
"You have not seen Mrs. Dashwoo
yet She is with the Cartons, ID,
across the room. Do you see her z"
See her ? As if he had seen auythiu
SINCE she entered the room, exceptir
that slight form in shining white robe
with ham like waves Of sunlight falling
her waist. : ,
81 should like to introduce you," Co
tinued his innocent prosecutor. tsMay
ask her permission ~
Raw did not atrikr hin, far svI,;ch +.