The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1872-04-12
The Story of 'rwo Boys.
BY ELLA WHEELER.

| iilS boOk. one NdrHl summer tWV
and two boys, ten or twelve years old
perhaps, were playing together OIL !
grass plot, ut Il little distance. knew
them by sight, well. One was lIar,
Walters, the son ofa lawyer; the 9th
er Timothy Graves, the son Of a dr.,
goods merclmnt-bctll bright. imelIi
gent lads. with fresh young faces, ant
neatly clad. Afier a time. having
tired themselves ont with racing anC
Jumping, and wrestling, they threw
themselves down upon the grass, I'M
der the shade of tree, but 4 few feet
from where sat, to rest aud chat.
Il suppose You are going away be.
fore long?" heard Harry say, qiles'
tioningly, as they SIT down.
Timothy shook his head. NO. :
said he.
"No?" echoed Harry, surprised.
Il thought you said, u few weeks ago,
that You were going visit your eoils-
in in Clinton, this summer"
II did, but the old man thinks had
better 30 to school this summer-you
know il begins next week-and make
my visit GeXt fall"
''Wllo thinks so?" queried Harry.
with look of woluler and surprise Oh
his round fresh face.
Timothy laughed a little pompeous-
ly. "Why tlIe old mall--or the old
gemttemon. suppose you think should
say. but | can't always stop to be so
particular, you know"
Still the look OF wonder and surprise
did not leave Harry's fice. "But
what old gentleman do yon mean?'
he asked. Il didn't know there was
any at your house."
Timothy shouted. "Ha, la; ho,
ho!" he cried. ''Ain't we green,
though! Why, mean the yoternor,
my boy. if you like that better. Now,
do you know"
''fhe governor!" Harry repeated,
slowly. II have heard that Young
horSe-iockey, Jack Jones, call his fatll-
er that. Is it linn yon mean:"
You are just right--it is, = Tim re-
sponded, slapping his knee, as he had
seen older boys do. II mean my res
pectcd daddy. and nobody else"
The look of wonder on IIarry's face
changed to one of lnnistlkable dis
gust.
81 would be oShapel to call my faith
er any of those names" he said.
Timothy laughed again, bolster
ou>ly.
Il suppose you would always say
ny boaofe'i lsTe,d," he sneered. "You
would F.; oh, yes, know how girl boys
talk"
mo, I shouldn't say that" Harry
said, calmly. Il should say my fttl,es,,
or just father; but | would sooner al
ways call him an honored parent. than
TO use such words as old nun, or gor-
ern0r.'
''Oh, to be sure You wonld!" Tim
responded. Il little sconfillly. But
you see as boys that are boys grow old
er. they get over such notions, and fol-
low the fashion. The fashion is, now.
,r tlle n,rrrnor, Won can t,,Le , wn,,r
CHOICE
"Well, it's a mean, low fashion,"
Harry cried sniritrdlv sand ;n.t n
or iockevs and lnafars IN fallow. Int
, how WHO h,s INV Salf ,n,nont ~ a,,,. ~,
rsncct fn, III. fati4r' will never g snaai, a
# him in flint wnv I know ! ne,,ar
yonM dare look anvbnly IN tho f,co
fer I h,d snoLan eo of ~, t,ther - y
"Oh. we'll. Won nv, greer ~ and snoon.
" (" Tim Si,d disdai16,llv ..Y"u,ll
,rt over surh oirl.notinns m.vha N.
rss you'r 4 reo,,lar mntf Eor nv
,art I think II sn,,,ls = rra,t da:,
more manly to hear n 6,llow ON, tha
oyernor or Tho olJ oo,n,,no@n @ ,,,.', @
tbpr nm Dum Thof's for "ir,s TO tn
nyn 81" -
"And I'm, very ol,d I'm o;,,;sh
nourh to keen from haino ] r9,,,,r %
heu.'' Harry said nrSullv ~
rould sooner ho c,llod a n",ty o,.,.
ime, than a rowllv, anJ that is whst
nv bow i. WHO calls his father tbS III III
lan., ~
Tim louchc,l with an mir of f.o.,.,
rn ~ hn Sn,.'nr mn t;.on, ~, Ss'u' .,.'.'sS
.Oh we'll o3 f.,low ,"', ~" s.%ss. s...a,..
olt over fiat "ba said ..Vo,, WI, ~.
* ~ fhber nil Won nlc,Se and III ss" ]
" old man Nnw f,r a,,otI,.. ,.,oo = o' J,
They were off like tbe win,l f,r.r.
mo- IN a moment th.;r I;ttl,. ; ,,';s,,,iI ~.
aiding and mrlmns neither 1.' ~ .s,oa,
YER thinking of II no.,in Rn,, lei III
nt foryet re easily ,leter,,;n',,,'."
zen track Of these bovs nml / III n
fl the ,.ity soon after onl ,lil "nt ,a
Irn for ten years, One Of tic f;rSt
,eStions / asked on retnrni,nr was.
What has become Of Harry Nait.r,
10 Timothy Grlyesy',
s.Oh, they arc larce boys now ,,
llyhcd my friend. "lIarry WALTERS
rs twemy-one A few dayS ayo AMI