The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1873-08-22
tea went for q walk with her cousin

tea went for q walk with her cousin
Ned Wharton. In the course ol
the return walk late in the evening,
they took the opportunity Of calmly
sauntering by Chips Pond, where
stood the erraged Tom, whom
Mysie passed with al innocent nod
and sweet smile as if perfectly ul,-
conscious Of having been the cause
of his spending the whole evening
on the dreadful post Of observa-
ton in vain.
But at last Mysie's own time
came. A friend If hers had mar.
ried . sergeant ID the marine srtil-
lery, and Mysie was invited to
spend week with them. Having
arranged her business affairs she
went.
Her friend Mr.. Duncan was liv-
ing at Wilmington, where q corps
Of the Royal Marine Artillery was
stationed. During the first evening
Of Mysie's visit, atriend Of Sergeant
DuDcan's came in to spend the
evening with him. The new conner
was tall, stenl-looking man Of
about thir.y-fve; handsome and in
telligeit, hut apparently quite un-
used to appreciate the charms Of
female society. He chatted with
the sergeant the whole evening, then
wishing him and his wife goodnight
turned to 60; but suddenly starting
back, just laid his big brown hand
on Mysie's . moment, paused, aud
said abruptly:
''l'm coming again tomorrow"
He seemed to have exhausted his
words, for he Instantly left, without
speaking more to either Of the as.
tonished three. AS soon Ms he was
gone, Mysie's mirth burst out.
"Who in the world il that?" she
asked, as she paused in the midst
Of her laughter.
Somebody much too good for
you to play with, my girl" answer
ed the sergeant. ''1here isn't a
girl in Wilmington who wouldn't
catch at q word Of kindness from
Corporal Morris; but he won't look
OF one of the whole lat. He's done
for now, | can see. Men like him
don't speak as he did to you unless
they are pretty far gone. Now,
don't go carrying on any tricks
with him, or you'll break the no.
blest heart God ever made. No
man could be more faithful to .
woman than Jack wilt be, If he
ever takes . wife; and il he doesn't
take you, why, child, you'll be o
fool, that's all" And the sergeant
took up his pipe IS . man who has
Said all he means to say on sub
ject
The next day Morris came very
early, and asked -Mysie to 60 for .
walk. They had not gone lar when
he spoke in the stern, quiet way
natural TO him.
"Niss Collins, | have never loved |
anybody else. Do you think you
can marry me? Ilove yow!"
Now this was not ct all the sort
Of courtship Mysie wanted. Her
own heart was not sufficiently
caught to'enable her to understand
the sudden, earnest love Of this
grave man, who could not make
ilatering speeches, but could only,
out Of the unfathomsble depths OF
his strong, nob'e heart, state the
fact which shook his whole manly
nature--"T IoCe you!'' She an
swered in q tone Of demure mis-.
chief:
"Perhaps your mother wouldn't
like you 70 mary?"
"INother won't think OF interfer-
ing in a matter that is my business;
she is too good mother for that
he replied, taking Mysie's imperti-
neut little speech seriously.
"But | don't love you,' urged
Mysie.
"l3ut perhaps you will in time.
Let me write to you when you re-
turn home"
And 80 It was settled. Mysie
liked his letters. and in excuse for