The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-09-27

and find Miss Brown and bring her
back, he went up TO his room, and
the next day among the personals"
in morning paper appeared the fol-
lowing:
tllttle Angicl the gentlnmen who has annoyed
her by attempting To force an acquaintance
more. NJ. =,
Days passed aud although he had
removed to his old quarters, he re-
ceivcd no response TO his repeated ad-
vertiscments. Finally, giving up in
dispair, another governess was hired
who was old and ugly, and Angie
constantly talked of the contrast
"Why," said she one day To her
uncle, ''her hands are all wrinklcd and
her fingers so clumsy, and dear Miss
Browns were SO very white and slen-
der" aud her eyes filed with tears at
the recollection.
Marmadnke Singleton followed
every woman he saw in the morning
followed bombazipe dress and
futtcr of Grape only to find some old
face hidden by the widows weeds.
Then he became disgusted with him.
self and his occupation, and gaveitup
in despair, and at last resolved to
leave the city for time.
The next evening found him pass,
enger on n western bound train. But
he had scarcely taken his seat aud
glanced around, when To his surprise
he saw the clehant figure of the gov.
crness. For moment his heart
ceased TO beat There was certainly
fate in their meeting. Mr.. Singleton
had neither eyes nor ears for any one
but the lady in black.
The twilight decpened in the ears
the lamps were lighted, and they
were rushing on through darkness
and space with great speed. The Ia
dy he WAS watching adjusted her
shawl and was soon sIumbering. All
about were in different attitudes Of
reppse, but although Singleton had
adopted like position it was impos-
sible to close his eyes. Hours seem
ed as nothing 10 him so absorbed was
he III waking dreams OF the possible
Then came a startling uncarthly
scream of the engine--a rushing To
put on the brakcs-a quivering mo-
tion Of the entire traiu-a crash rs
though the very earth had been torn
into fragments, and Duke Singleton
experienced shock that was like the
rendering assunder OF body aud soul.
4 shower OF fiery rain seemed To fall
upon his eycs-a thrill of terrible pain
peryaded his entire being. aud then
he passed into a state of semi-uncon.
seriousness. He was not entirely so. Tor
though all passed like lightning, the
thought Of saving the unknown lady,
with the golden curls, i'oaied through
his brain. Almost instantly he threw
off his !ethargy TO find himself buried
in the wrecked car. With superhu-
man exertiom he cxtricated himself
from the debris, and began blindIy
cropping for tho girl. Guided by
groans aud shricks he freed more than
one crushed and manned human be-
ing, before he found her he sought
Limp and breathlcss she lay in his
arms, as he carried her TO Il place oi
safety, just n the first streak of dawn
began 10 rcddcn the eastern sky.
Everywhere the dead and dying
were 10 be seen, aud the living
mingled their cries OF anguish with
the groans OF the departing loved
ones. Singleton carried his fair bur.
den to a little, clcar-running. laughing
brook. and laying her tenderly down,
removed the veil and disclosed her
marble aud death like face
Great hcavcnm be cried, at is
Marcia Gordon And she is dead
dead !"
lie knelt beside her and bathed her
face and cliaiied the little, icy hands
called her by every endearing name
Aud at length shudder passed
through her delicate frame-her love
~ eyes unveiled themselves and look
ed upon the anxious face bending
over her, and she gasped his name il
accents of wonder.
ayes, my dear Miss Gordon" he
replied, "it is |. But | trust you arc
not seriously injured. The accident
has been terrible one"
"Oh! | remember 1t all now," and
she endeavored 10 raise herself, del
icate flush lighting her cheek like the
tints of early dawn, but it instantly
faded away, and she sank back moro
pallid than before 81 fear" sh,
whispered, with white lips, shat l an
badly hurt-perhaps dying"
Heaven forbid! What can l do ?
he asked wildly.
Then he began again to rub hei
hands and call for assistance wher,
there was none to be had, even for the
many torturted beings, until it could
be summoned from a neighboring vii
lage.
Never mind, my kind friend" she
continued, "but while am still able
to speak, pray listen. A message
must be sent to my mother. And i
] should not live TO see her, tell he
that since my poor fathers death
have tried to do my duty, and ask hel
to try and forgive me my ingratitudt
in disappointing her SO often. Ane
now that you know that Miss Brown
and are the same, take my love an(
blessing to the dear child Angie" ant
her eyes filled with tears, and tn,
dark ones above her were raining
| them.
"Marcha, darling, you must not die
Live, oh live TO bless us ALL" an,
pressing her hands against his throb
bing heart he went wildly on: 6
loved you as Marcia Gordon and a
Miss Brown--love you better thai
life-better than could have done il