The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1873-07-25

! will be going soon."
The little stir attracted Mrs. Ap
pleton, who-most Of the guests
having gone-was devoting herself
Mrs. Halliburton.
"Stay to tea, George" she sug.
gested. "John knows you are
here-does lie not?"
! eyes; but it is raining. Think
| had better not stop"
Il have teen asking Mrs. Ran.
dali to take seat with us, mother y
interposed Stephen Halliburton.
"Ah, yes!' said the lady, with
contracted nostrils and prolonged
lip again. 81 shall be happy"
And then the keen eye overlook.
ed George, as it to ask ii there
were any just cause why the Hall.
burton carriage, the Ha iburton
hur es, and it might be the Hall.
burton heir, should travel the
length OF Millville to take home
this young person, who had mar
ried one Of the Halliburton en-
ployes.
George stood unmoyed, a little
concerned as 10 whether her last
dress and bonnet should walk or
ride, not at al concerned as to her
own disposal.
The factory bell had done ring
ing, and John Racial was in
sight Of home just as tile carriage
Of his employer stopped at the
door, and his wife stepped from it.
lie did noe, no yever, overhear her
say to Stephen Halliburton, "If you
will call tomorrow afternoon, !
will show You what meau.'
"Ilad you q pleasant atternoon?"
her husband asked, by-and.by, as
they sat at the tea-table.
Every pleasant" she said,
thoughtful ".
"lt was very polite in Mrs Hall
burton to bring you home."
"Yes, ! should have spoiled my
dress"
1t was always with a little effort
that John Randall could get his
wife to talk, and she seemed pecul-
iarly silent tonight, and absent as
well as silent.
Her eyes were brighter, too, than
common--her face a little flushed.
lie was too generous, too unselfSh
a man to begrndge her even a hap
piueSs in which he had no part;
but something i" her abstraction
filled him with uneaSineSs. lhe
nlcaSilcSS was not decreased when,
reaching home a little before the
usual hour the following afternoon,
he met STEPHEN Halliburton Just
leaving the house, nor when lie
touud George with the same
frightened eyes and heightened
color as the night before.
That was the beginning Of John
Randall's trouble.
1t was not so much common .ieal.
onsy-a mars instinct Of revolt at
another mus admiration Of his
handsome wite-as it was a fear
a desperate, death-llke tear-that
George needed something he could
not give to make her happy. lie
could lever give her luxIIrieS. lie
could never say such things as he
tahcied Stephen LA ibmton must
he alb G TO say to women. But he
loved her so! O, heavens! he low
ell her so! How could he endure
that anything should come between
them +?
81 won't wrong her and tease her
with suspicious he said to himself,
in the depth Of the night. "!'ll
Just fight my way the best | can
against it iii keep on steady.
Perhaps she'll see it right by-and-
by"
Poor fellow! he did not realize
how his own determination implied
the dreary thought that her heart
was turned from him. lie raised
himself on his arms TO look at her
as she slept; and all through what
allowed lie retained the pure, calm
ace, as il pressed the pillow,
Whitened by the moonlight that
5Iinted the frost on the window
panes and flooded the room, |