The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1872-05-17

HOIuiS cycs swimming uhuef tNlt
brown laslles, as IL the tears were very
near there but couldn't help com
ing; II was such cruel thlng--al
least it seemed so to me. hope | an
in time. Don't look for that package
Mr.. Walters; 1t might put you to sC
much trouble.'
"'lhc trouble is all through with
Miss Brown" said young Walters
with more dignity than she had cyeI
seen him assume before. "Tell Mis-,
Rathbnrn. if you please, with my
compliments that | am infinitely
Obliged TO her." and his eye flashed
Her little joke has cost me dear"
Again the great browneyes met his,
full OF sympathy; but he had fright
ened her too.
Il thank gop, i" he said, in a softer
tone seeing that her lips quivepd,
y on have proved to Inc that all wo,
men are not heartless. Good morn
iug, Miss Brown.
Atty went home disquieted. treinb-
Hing and wretchctl. OF course sic
could not deliver his message, as Anne
had not known OF her attempt to ff1,s-
trlte the good joke" neither did
she wish to incur the anger OF one
VINO could make her thoroughly un-
comfortable.
Walters bore his fitc that day with
manly compnaWc, outwarlIy, bnt his
heart was like Il scething canldron.
Himself the soul of honor. despite his
poverty, he could not see how so gcn-
tie a girl as he had deemed his boalli
ful blonde. could so deliberately have
delivered linn over to the tormcitors.
or course, he had much to bear
throughout the day. There Were in
hucndoes and Subtle glances; many Il
smotllcrtd lallgh; ard more tlan ore
broad, open joke ut his expense. For
all the world he would not have had
Anne Kathburn's name so ban.lied
about but there was no help for ii.
Her thonsltleSS planning had subject
ca her to shame, and lin TO suffering
that sometimes almost amounted to
absolute agony. lie had thought that
Anne loved him. 1t was quite ifnpos-
Sible TO think so nov. The charm
was hrohen--tle spell in which she
held him rulely dissolved. Through
the iibes and jccrs Of others. through
the meaning in the faces Of the clerks.
he saw her. diSenelnmted, WiIucened.
And yet he had loved her so, did
love her 50, in spite ofall.
lie looked SO jaded md worn at
four O'Clock, That the senior partner
privately told him he might 70 home,
if he would take the trouble to execute
i little commission for lin on the
way, which he gladly did.
Jack lived, or rather STAYED. nj a
fashionable boarding house; hut his
room was in the fifth story, and was
with i carpet that had done
service Tor series Of rooms. from the
mrlor-iIoor up, for at least twenty
Years. There We're dim shado vs. OF
.irtles and vanishing ghost; OF roses
hat tlourislled in worstcd at that carly
1criod, but Il dreary grayness pervai-
ri the entire width Of the room-a
chastity reminder OF past beauty. The
hairs were likewise souvenirs Of
long, long ago. the only one which
le could use with comfort he had
,ousht him elf.
Poor Jack he could not afford luxrr-
eS for his own uSe-he was too fond /
nd careful for his Old mother for that. I
ending her sometimes more than halt .
II his salary. But there was one ding
le would lave, ii he took it out of his I
read aud butter, and that was a zen
tine wood fire. lie had bought a fen
Ter and all the other accessories ut |
uction; small corner under The roof |
leld his wood. lie always made the
ire himself, and when it was lighted.
nd sang old songS-as such dear ODD /
lshioned fires inyaribly do-Jack's
'oor meagrely furnished room was
eafIy prettier and brighter than the
TIT palior below, with its circular
Wheel in the wall, radiating hot. IN
air.
Jack was exceedingly glad to occupy
is thoughts with his fire. for, April
hough it was, the day had been raw
nj chilly, and when the lovely flames
eaped and the wood cracked with
ound like bursting apples and the
llckie Of sweet cider III il, his depres-
ion wore oil just a little. He had
zen tie victim Of jokes innunerabIe
il that day, inflicted by jnaior clerks
nd silly little girls who claimed
tlssing acquaintance with the hand
ome Jack, aud his spirit was sore and
is heart detected.
''IIow could she do it = he asked
imselt, referring again and again to
nne's letter. ''sieventy-tiye dollars
ap ont ofmy salary, and new clothes
ut Of the question. How sad and
'mpatletic that little thing looked !
tty Brown, | think, her name is. By
ove! She had beautiful eyes though. |
never quite caught their expression
efore. wouldn't have believed it of
nne. She made a fool of me, to he
Ire. but she may rue it yet. don't
link | shall forgive her" And lie +;
tiled his feet on the fender, while
Is fine face took on all expression of {
Ie sterIe,t determination. Little
'e cares for my forgiveness. perhaps. J
ut never mind Ill be even with her
It. There's llet Rogers. She's pref ,
:, rather, and rich, and twenty-five.
e likes me, | think; and, by joye.
II be even with Anne Ratlburn vet" |
There came knock at the door. :
priI-Fools day was not yet over,
ID Jack was on his guard. As he
He'd ont come in" IN imp's fice {
Is discernible just on the inside of
e brilliantly-lighted room, for the |
Dod-fre was doing its best.
''Pleatle, tllir," liSpcd the tenor of
e house, the landady's bright boy i
boy so exceedingly smart that every {
dy hated him-'',lid you thee the I
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