The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1873-01-10

tnat u was my WISH
"Yes.n
"And that had no effect ?"
"None."
"Then, by Georgel I'll tell her my
self" And without another word,
Mr.. Magog turned on his heel and
started for home..
Now, the above conversation took
place on that beautiful evening in the
month of July which ! undertook to
describe at the opening of my story.
And you remember we left Miss
Magog sitting in the drawing room
Of the handsome brick mansion on
Congress Avenue, enjoying the beau
tiful evening aforesaid. Yes, she was
enjoying il, bnt not alone. Hugh
McGonagale SAT beside her, and he
was enjoying the evening, too.
"Dela, do you know what I'm
thinking Off" Hugh asked, placing
his arm on the back of her chair, and
beginning to play with the trio OF
curls that dangled from the back oi
her chignon. ge
"Why, Hugh, what question =
How should l? ! cannot read your
thoughts I
40 no, of course not. Well, I was
wondering to myself how you would
like to be called Mrs. McGonagle. u
"Well, Hugh" And it is my
duty, as faithful historian, to inform
the reader that the dear girl blushed
and looked down, and-and edged a
little nearer to- her lover; and as he
edged a little nearer, too, why there
wasn't much room left for fellow 10
crowd in between them.
"Well, Della, do you think you love
me well enough to become my wife p
30 Hugh! how can you ask? You
know do love YOU"
And then the two pairs of lips
puckered, and something smackcd
and continued to smack for nearly
FIVE minutes; and Della bad her head
pillowed on Hugh's shoulder all the
time.
Il suppose your father, whom
don't happen to be acquainted with.
will have no serious objections, my
dear!n
My father Great heavens! had
forgotten him." cried Della.
And / had forgotten mine, too,
said Hugh.
"Yes, my father viii object. He
has already chosen husband for me-
friend of his, and an old bachelor
but he is very wealthy, aud father j.
determined that l shall marry him."
"And his name is John Loyeiand,'
said Hugh. 1--WE heard of him. A
dry old chip, with no more heart thar
a sawhorse. But he's rich, and au
poor
20 Hugh, what shall l do? sob
bed Della.
That's just what / should like ts
know" yelled Mr.. Magog, bursting
into the room aud confronting hi,
daughter, whom he had the satisiac
tion to find sitting on Hugh McGona
gle's knee, with her beautiful arm.
wound around his neck.
"Oi o. Or screamed Miss Ma
cog, throwing herself into an arm
chair, and covering her face with he
hands.
Mr.. Magog glared at McGonagle
and the latter gentleman glared at th,
former gentleman, aud the forme
gentleman was very red in the face
while the latter was uncommonl,
pale; but he was as cool as if he ha.
been "iccd."
"Wilt thou reach stars because the,
shine on thee z" cried MIR. Magoe
quoting Shakespeare without know
ing it.
Mr. McGonagle arose, walked {,
the window, and looking at the stars
said he didn't think he would.
mo, Mr.. Magog, I'd rather not, j
it's all the same to YOU" And ther
after pause, II presume l am ad
dressing Mr.. Magog"
"Yes, sir"
"Ah; l thought couldn't be mis-
taken," said Hugh, smiling blandl,
although ] believe I never had th
pleasure of meeting you before, ] re
cognized you in a moment, from th
strong resemblance you bear tQ1Hou
fatherjwhose portrait adorns the vail
And our hero waved his hand at th
very lifelike representation Gin oil
of the departed Obaniah Magog, VIII
was scowling fiercely at everybody
the room, for no matter from wh,
| point you looked at the portrait, thos
| fierce-looking eyes were fixed upo
you. :.
20, you did recognize me? An
you are quite right in supposing th:
we never met before; sir" growle
Mr.. Magog; "and if you know whi
is best for yourself, we shall nevt
meet again." s4f
"On the contrary, my dear sir,
hope to have the pleasure of meetin
you quite often in the future. III
truth is, Mr.. Magog, I am very mut
| in love with your daughter, and I a
happy to inform you that she recipr
Gates my love-" ,.
"Ten thousand"
"Hold, Mr.. Magogl Don't excl
yourself, I beg. Hear me out, ar
then if you desire it, I will retire, +
this evening at least"
Mr.. Magog flung himself into
chair, quite overcome with rage, f
our hero was so exceedingly cool tn
he didn't know what to do or say :
and he had found that he couldr
frighten him.
. go on, young man. Say VIII
you've got say and then leave Il
house."
"Thank you. Believe me, I shs
remember this kindness, and repay
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