The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1873-02-21

ed with contempt and derision,
could you have seen the tears that
blinded the eyes Of the queen Of
your circle, as she sat in . very
humble room, listening to a simple
tale Of woe; yes, d subject 50 COM
mon that it could be heard at any
time, without taking the trouble to
go and hunt it up, as she had done.
But Miss Edison was far from
thinking Of her fine friends; she.
was thinking what a new world had
been suddenly opened to her view;
what ali extensive sphere of life she
had now for the first time received
q glimpse of, when a groan from the
neighboring room drew her atten-
tion.
"Will you excuse me a moment?"
asked Amy. 81 fear mother may
be worse"
Mrs. Wrighton had been taken
quite sick the previous night, but
during the day had slept most Of
the time, SO that nothing serious
was anticipated. Now, however,
she woke up in a much worse state,
and Amy was gone so long that
Miss Edison ventured to peep
through the door; but when she
saw the condition Of things went in.
Amy was holding her mothers
head, and trying to quiet her to
sleep again but without avail, for
the disease was much worse.
Miss Edison glanced at the feeble
fire, beside which little Eddie lay
sleeping, threw off her cloak and
hat, and, sitting down at a little
table, took out a small notebook,
from which she abstracted some
blank leaves, and wrote some brief
directions. She then went to the
bedside, and said to Amy:
81 will takecare OF your mother,
while you do these errands. First,
send Q good physician here; then
leave this note at a grocer's: after
which take this to a druggist, and
wait for what he may give you to
bring back. There will be nothing
to pay"
Amy could do nothing but obey;
and after she went out Miss Edison
seated herself by the bedside, and
began to do what she knew how to
quiet the poor woman.
Presently the doctor arrived, and
proceeded to examine his patient,
while soon after Amy came in,
loaded with a variety of articles,
and medicines from the druggists,
which would all be needed for the
comfort Of the invalid. Not long
after, the grocer's man brought a
quantity Of fuel and delicate pro-
visions, upon which Miss Edison di-
rected Amy to make up good fire,
while she would attempt to make
something which Mrs. Wrighton
would be abe to eat.
The doctor spoke encouragingly
Of his patient, and having done all
that was necessary went away,
promising to call III the morning.
4ts James Wrighton came within
sight of his house, after another up.
successful day, trying in vain t.
whistle, his face instead Of wearing
the usual cheerful expression, took
that Of the most intense surprise.
"What does all that light mean
in the houSe?' he exclaimed "and
it's flashing, too-it must be on
fire" Upon which he ran in wild
excitement, and burst open the door.
lie stopped ON the threshold, how
ever. 1hecommonroom was lighted
with one candle only ; but from the
door Of the inner streamed a food
Of light which almost danled his
unaccustomed eyes.
"What does all this mean?" he
asked Amy, as she met him with a
smiling face.
81 Shan'ttell you Till you kissme."
The bewideled father comformcd
to the condition, and then Amy
told him all that had taken place.
"Who is the kind lady?" asked
James
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