The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1873-01-10
'ut she did not perceive it in tile

but she did not perceive it in til
shadow.
4 ! want to Nee the green field
again, grandpa" returned Lenore
!" | want to breathe the fresh, pur
air Of our country home"
4 Hush! Lenore, you vas no
talk like dat. | am ID troubl,
about you, dear child; all vas b,
veil one Of these days; but yoy
don't vas get impatient; you shal
20 home soon.''
IGNORE saw he was confused, and
4 she reffained from asking other
Iquestions, but she sat looking wist.
fully Up into his tace, half uacoii.
scious that the tears were flooding
| her eyes with tell-tale sorrow.
"Oh, my sweet babe, my child N
said Old Grip, kissing her Oh the
forehead. " Please you vas dcn't
cry. / will tell YOU all some day
very Soon.n
4 | was not really crying, grand
pa, dear. | have 10 sorrow it Is
Only my thoughtlessness. Pray for-
give me.o
/" Forgive you, Lenore, my pet ?
! vas love You ~ much better as
| the whole world, and | keep You
in this foolish old house because Il
vas very good for you to Be here.
There, there, you vas trust your
Old Grandpa Grip, AID that happi-
less will be here very soon right
away"
She rose from her kneeling posi-
ton now, and pillowed her beauti-
tai face on his shoulder, saying as
she did 50 !:
\" You are . good, kind grandpa,
and | am too wicked to deserve
your love. 1 will wait very pa-
tiently till you tell me we are to
leave this place.
Beautiful picture III the solemn
silence and semi.darkness Of that
room. The Old mans long, white
beard aud frosted silver hair ming.
ling with the bright, golden bands
on the head Of Lis only treasure,
as be whispered words of love and
comfort to her. There was ali iii.
defined gloom came over them both
as they parted that night, Lenore
70 her room and Old Grip to his
desk, lighted BY a simple taper,
which only seemed to make the
darkness more visible, and tile old |
German sat long over the musty
parchmcnts which lay spread before
him. As he calculated deeply, and
through all 50 very sadly, till the
minutes faded into hours, and The
church sentry boomed
out the ui.changable fact that ii
was twelve o'clock.
Let rs for short time follow
the beautiful Lenore to Her room
b the upper part Of the house,
where, after going through some
old lumber closets, Grip had fixed
ber sanctuary. II was u small
having osk-paneled walls,
md one small, ola-tashioned win.
low, looking like a green. half.
hut eye, through Which could be
zen the countless chimney stacks,
srim aud spectral III the moonlight.
On one side Of tile room stood tle
'ed, and oll the opposite wall stood
dim, dusty picture 81 The Cruci-
ixi0i.
Lcnore entered and clascd The
loor carefully, then she seated ler,
elf at the white toilet table, aid II
'assing \ comb through her long
'air once " Twice, slle gradually
" illto a deep reyerie lrar did she
lnve from that positioltill, Iii tie I
nioind siieuce, HE heard i bean.
itill vuice singing thu sweet ballad. | !
lsyer of 'i'nee, then She Looked
y, and tile listless expression of Hi
er tace gave glance Is die of II
trangc Interest, while tle dark
lie eyes became fixed althe tadel
aintiAg which represented Tile NJ. \
eaptiO. ot mankind.
There was 4 ircnuIlns passion
lfhSMl sllt0 fha wal. kAnlptl xa,,a II