The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1872-11-15

left her gorgeous parasol open and
sticking III the dust beside the door,
ami then sat down lit the farther end
of ii long bench. Her voice was husky
rs she began:
II heefl tell that you were g0in'
down to the Bay tomorrow and |
couldn't let you go untll | came to
thaiik You for your Kindness to my
Tommy
Tommy. Miss Mary said. was a good
boy, aid deserved more tlian the poor
attention she could give him.
"'rhank you. miss thank ye."
cried the stranger, Frightening even
through the color which Red Gulvh
knew facetiously as her war rainr."
aud striving, III embarrassment. to
drag the long beuch nearer the school,
mistress. Il thank you, miss, for
that. and ii am his mother, there
amt a sweeter, dearer. better boy
lives than him. Aud if | ain't much
~ says it, thar amt sweeter. learr,
;ngeler teacher lives than he's got"
Miss Mary, sitting primly behind
her desk, with d ruler over her shoul-
der opened her gray eyes widely at
this, but slid nothing.
1T ain't for you to be complimented
by the like Of me, | know" she went
OIL. huriedly. 1T amt for me to be
comm here, in broad day, to do it,
either; but come to ask y favor
Tot for me miss. not for me, but for
the darling boy.
Encouraged By look in the young
schoolmistress's eye. and putting her
lilac gIoyed hands together, the fiji
gers downward. between her knees,
She went on, in a low voice:
You see miss, there's no one has
any claim on the boy hut me, aud |
amt the proper person to bring him
up. | thought some. last year. of
sending him away to Frisco to school,
but when they talked Of bringing a
schoohAa ann here, | waited till saw
you, and then knew it was all right,
and could keep my boy a little .on-
ger. And O, miss, he loves you 50
much; and il you could only hear him
talk about you, ia his pretty way, and
ii lie could ask yOu What | ask you
now, you couldn't refuse him.
1T Is natural" she weht on, rapid
ly, IN a voice that tremb,ed strangely
between pride and humility, ,-''it's
natural that he should take to you,
miss, for his father, when first knew
him, was gentleman, and the boy
must forget me, sooner or later,-and
so | ain't a goin' to cry about that.
For come to ask you to take my
Fommy,-God bless him for the bes-
test, sweetest boy that lives, toto
! take him with you!
! She had risen and caught the young
girls hand IN her own. and had fallen
| On her knees beside her.
1--we money plenty, and it's all
yours and his. Put him IN some good
school, where you can 60 and see him,
and help him to-to-to forget his
mother. DO with him what you like.
The worst you can do will be kindness
to what lie win learn with me. Only
take him out of this wicked life, thi;
cruel place. this home Of shame and
sorrow. You viii I know yole,vill,
won't you! You win, You must
not, you cannot say no. You will
maze him as pure. az gentle your
self; aud when he is grown up. you
will tell him his fathers name, the
maine that hasn't passed my lips fol
years, the name Of Alexander Morton,
ahom they call here Sandy! Mis-;
| Mary! do not take your hand away
Miss Mary, speak to me! You viii
take my boy? DO not put yonr tact
from me. know thought not to loot
OH such as me. Miss Mary! Ny God
be mercifnli she Is leaving mel"
Miss Mary had risen, aud, in tllt
gathering twilight, had felt her way
to the open window. She stood there
leaning against the easement, hereye
fixed Oh tile last rosy tints that werC
fading from the western sky. Their
was still some Of its light on herpur
young forehead, on her white COLLAR
on lier claspeu white hallds. but al
fading slowly away. The supplian
had dragged herself, still on her knees
beside her.
Il know 1t takes time to consider
/ will wait here all night; but ear
not 20 until you speak. D0not den,
me row. You viii! see it in you
sweet face, such face a3 have seen i
my dreams. see ii III your eyes
Miss Mary! you viii take my boy
! The last red beam erept higher, sui
fused Miss Mary eyes with something
Of Its glory, flitl;erpd. and faded, ain,
went out. The sun had vet OH Re
Galch. In the twilight and silenc
Miss Mary's voice sounded pleasantly
Il viii take the boy. Send him
, me to night"
, The happy mother raised the her
of Miss Mary rs skirts Lo lerlips. Sh
would have buried her hot face In II
virgin folds but shC dared mot. Sh
rose to her feet. 8