The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-02-02


noon, after Georges conv ersatior with
Mr.. Moore. "Ah, ali in love, eh?"
"Well. yes, ! suppose l might as
we'll own up first rs last said George
with smile.
"0f course you might" said the for
mer. "Well, man, what's her dowery"
"Youth, beauty and contented
mind is her DOVER" replied George,
"aud that's enough for me-"
"Enoughl-that support you, eh?"
said Moore provokingly.
mo, but will make me happy" said
George.
Happiness and poverty are two ex.
act opposites, in my opinion" replied
Tom, "and such as you will find hard
work, Tn thinking, to reconcile to
each other"
"I'll try it." said George.
"Well, do if You please" replied
Tom sneeringly, "and by and by re-
port progress. / fanoied that girl my
self. but I'm sure / can't marry beg
gar A wife without money is poor
prize in my estimation"
"Jenny is no beggar," was on
Georges lips, in reply, but ere he had
time to speak he was summoned to a
customer.
"Jenny will show them her value
yet" said low musical voice behind
him. and turning, he saw Jenny, who
had glided in noiselessly to bring him
an invitation to a party which she had
just received for him, holding another
also in her hand, on which her own
name was distinctly written.
She had unintentionally heard young
Tom Moore's remark, and well under
stood it's meaning of her when she
said, with usual emphasis, "Jenny will
show them her value yeti
But few days elapsed ere the
story got around that George had
been offered the hand of the rich Mr..
Moore's daughter in marriage, and
had declined it for that of Jenny Ir-
wing.
Some wondered at his choice, while
others considered it one of true love
and consequently one of wisdom.
Time wore away, and year brought
around the day fixed for George and
Jepny's wedding.
One evening but few days pre-.
vious to the time appointed, they
were convcrsing together at Jenny's
auut's where she boarded.
1--WE shall be obliged to have n
plain wedding, l suppose. my dear"
said George, land commence life in a
snug way, for my income is not very
large, you know"
'As You please, George" was the
reply; "any way that is most agreea-
BILE to you, and in which we can live
the happiest But" said she, with
light ringing laugh, are you not GO
ing to take me TO church in your car
riage?"
''In carriage perhaps" said George,
though" probably not in my carriage,
as have not the pleasure of owning
'one.n
"Just So" said Jenny. "Well then
suppose send mine after you"
"Yours!-that would be a joke, Cor
a milliner girl hardly out of her ap-
premiership, to set up a carriage of
her own and send off after her intend.
ed on the morning of her wedding"
stranger things have haT pened."
"Yes, may be, but the thing does
not seem possible or at least proba-
BILE, in our case. You werenot born
to fortune Jenny"
Indeed" replied Jenny; "your
remarks are not calculated TO give me
a very exalted opinion of my condi-
ton in life; but l will forgive my fu-
lure husband this time, as he has not
yet very closely investigated my per-
sonal history. OF one thing ! am Ger.
tain however, and that affords me no
little qualification: you did not marry
me for my money, little beggar. as l
am, or at least as Mr.. Tom Moore saw
fit to designate me-"
Nothing more was said about for
tunes then, but George had sudden
surprise In store for him, somewhat
startling and as unexpected as any
event that should happen to any NOR
tai.
On his bridal morning, as he was
dressing at his clearinghouse, an ele-
giant carriage with aspan ofmilk white
horses, stopped before the door, and
the driver springing from his seat,
rang the door-bell, and inquired for
Mr.. George Lenox.
"What does this mean,n was Georges
first thought. Il engaged carriage,
but not near as elegant one as this
There's something wrong here"
You've made some mistake in the
name," said he to the driver.
II think not sir" replied the driver.
3Then who sent You here ?" said
George.
"Miss Jenny Irving"
'Miss Jennie! impossible"
s'Yes, sir, that's her name, and this
is her carriage and horses"
Jenny Irving" said George to him
self musingly and striving to unravel
the mystery-"What street does she
live on?"
"Rand Street, No. 80, SIR"
"The same. All, dear girl,' thought
he, "she is trying to mystify me lit
tie by sending round carriage at her
own expense; for no doubt she pays
for it out of her own hard earnings.
Well, will crafty her and take a
ride down to her aunt's in her car
riage, as the driver calls it. 1t is hers,
] suppose, while she hires it."
So in jumped the hero and was soon
at Jenny's door.
allow do you like my travelling es-
tablishment% said she as George en-
tered the room.
sob, fl st rate" was the reply; it is