The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-09-25

$ Confound it y shouted Sam, fero-
ciously. ttMy luck again =
Sam was angry. He had lost the
game, and had to pay for the coffee.
Sam and were sitting at one of the
windows of the cosy little restaurant
where we both usually dined, myself in
that delightful dolce far 3ie1ate state
which generally accompanies post pran-
dial digestion, he chewing his scrubby
mustaehe fercely, and gIaring around
for some object to vent his wrath upon
Samuel is general delivery clerk in
the postoffiee of our town. He is Il sin
gle gentleman, aged about thirty, as
honest and good n soul as ever breathed !:
has a dry way about him that is quite
amusing, and is very fond of glumbling
"a habit which the vexdaous duties Of
his position have quite naturally made
him fall into. His particular forte in
this line is his chronic i'll luck, which,
by-the-by, I consider wholly imaginary
Glancing casually out OF the window,
[ beheld cur mutual friend, Jack
O'Bandel, saunte1ing leisurely by, with
his charming intended, Miss May Moon
shine, hanging tenderly to his arm.
g Sam u said I, meditative]y.
'sWhat IS it, Geerge? inquired the
eplstoiary apostle.
- just see who is passing by.
looded. He started. A scowl black as
midnight gathered upon his intellectual
brow, and IN a tone of unmistakable
sincerity he calculated, -
g t'Copfound it ~
s. Sam % exclaimed in a tone of mild
reproof, g methinks I have heard you
make that remark before. !"
'sJust to think" Sam rambIed on in
a savage soliloquy, ''that the insignif-
cant secretary of an insurance company,
with nothing to recommend him but
his impudence, a pair of bristIy and
side whiskers and fifteen hundred q
year, should swoop up the only daugh-
ter of gouty old fool worth a quarter
of million-and all my fault. too p
5. g Your fault? What do you mean :
What the deuce have you got to do with
Jacks love aff4ir q
The scoundrel owes his good for
tune solely and entirely to me, and now
he walks by without even Ge!gntpg to
l7estow a glance upon his benefacfor
This ingratitudo truly is black-diabol-
icaI I''
ttLook here, Sam, you have the night
nare-you haven't got over the effects
of your dinner. Or, If such is not the
case, then explain.
!" MY usual luck p groaned Sam.
Sam, said I, with awakening ire,
$ I command thee, elucidate? Whence
this mystely?"
2 Listen, George, said Sam, heaving
deep sigh. t''Iis now but three
months since, when O'Bandel and /,
after having dined and played game of
dominoes at this very table, which I,
of course, lost, strolled over into the
postofhee, to resume my dnties, and
ne to purchase q quantity of stamped
envelopes. j stepped around into my
Office, Jack waiting at the delivery win
dow. I was just on the point of hand
ing him his envelopes, when up stepped
rather pretty young lady, of seventeen
or eighteen summers, and Jack, with
the most unblushing politeness, stood
aside and made way for her.
ssThe little bread and-butter miss in
quired for registered letter, with fifty
dollars inclosed, for Miss May Moon
shine found this at once, and she
made an eager grab for it.
80 Not so fast, said I, keeping the
letter safe beyond her reach. You
must first prove i:entity.
= IDENTIFY she repeated, pretending
not to understand, and assuming an air
of ternatiOn.
sstOf course 2 exclaimed, with the
sharp accent of the official on duty,
You must prove that you are in reali-
fy the pers IN for whom the letter is in
tended.
Indeed, sir, I really didn't know
that. she protested. in a plaintive tone,
am in the city on visit, and don't
know any one but the McFlimseys, with
whom am stopping, and they have all
gone into the country to-day. I have
just received word that my father is