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

70 her white skin. He took her
hand, she raised her face, and with
a wild heart-bouDd be kissed it, as
he had not for years before. She
was coming back to HIM again.
That was the thought that thrilled
him. Her intatuation-it such it
had been-was at an end. She was
his ohce more. And then, close upon
his new happiness, came the dreary
recollection of his lost situation,
He thrust the money in his pocket.
By.and-by he would tell her all.
"You won't mind waiting supper
for an hour, will you, john? she
asked as she led him in. 81 am
going to give you something nice,
by-and,by, and-I think Mr.. Hall
burton will be ill.,"
John Randall's blood froze once
more. 1t was not tor him, then,
that all these preparations were
made. George had never spoken
Mr.. Haliburton's name to him be.
fore. He could feel that she was
embarrassed as she did so.
Il want you to dress, John," she
added, coaxingly. 81 have laid
everything out for you"
1t seemed to him that he woult
have turned upon her but that h
felt so broken by the thought Q
losing his place, and resented he
gsyety, her indifference, her secre
cies-all that made him 50 misera
bic through this long year. But h
had not the spirit.
He went to dress as she had askeC
him. When be returned to tn,
psrlor Stephen Halliburton and hi
wife sat upon the sofa side by side
1t was rare indeed to see Georgia
fair face 50 illuminated. He
cheeks were glowing, her eyes wer,
sparkling
AS for Mr.. Halliburton he wa
always the quiet gentleman, witt
no sense Of being out Of his place
no apparent suspicion OF what wa
ranking in the heart of bis EN-
ployee.
What nice little supper Georgi
had ready. Yet nobody ate.
Finally the supper was over, ano
they went back to the parlor.
George disappeared for a mo
ment, aud, returning, approached
her husband, g'ancing shyly at tn
same time to her guest, whose FAC
frightened beyond its wont, as h
caught her eye.
eve meant to make it all yer
formal, John; but | see Mr.. Hal
burton thinks | might as we'll te
it in my own way"
She paused, and a sober pale
overSprpad her husbands face.
"What was comlng?" his eye
asked, with no faith that it wa
anything to tighten his secret bu
den
Gcorgie nervously folded an
unfolded a slip Of paper which 81
held.
"Ttis is for you, john" and ST
held it shyly towards him. "M
anniversary gift, | have bee
working tor Mr., Halliburton, to,
this year. And have thirty guiI
cas- here-the price Of the designs
have made for the calicoes."
"Georgie?"
"You never suspected it? | di
not want you to till | knew whetI
er | could succeed"
John Randall had no voice
which to word his amazement, ,
his gratitude for his restored faitI
which, though his wife did not su
pect it, was by far his most preciol
anniversary gift. She went on
II could always use my pencil hin
lily, you know, John. And it ha
occurred to me one day why
Conduit do something with it Il
profit. | spoke to Mr.. Halliburton
and he was 30 kind-you mn,
thank him. Johu-he took so muc
trouble with my crude attempts; !
did so much to encourage me. An
now | am tairly in the way Of woV
! shall work better to know tn;
you know Of it. I want 90 desie
T.. u.-.ohz A.,.,.1 l. - 4