The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1874-03-20

and most industrious pupils thu
young master had and were happy
when accompanying him on his fish
ing excursions. In fact they al
agreed in declaring that she educa-
tional department in the village was
a success. sV a5 taI.H
One pleasant evening in June,
Gypsey Lane, twirling her straw hat
picked her way across the broad field
that lay between her house and the
mill. The stream was a winding one,
and as she placed her tiny foot on the
first stepping stone she saw a straw
hat on the grass that she knew well.
"How is Miss Lane this EVENING"
said Houghton, lazily, from beneath
a Manzanita bush, where he had been
enjoying a book and cigar.
"Well, thank you. How is Mr.,
Houghton % Gypsey replied, shyly.
Warm, but not uncomfortable. e.
Are you going to the mill?"
"Yes, L have letter that just came
for father" wa..
"May I accompany your"
Certainly, if you choose"
Houghton put on his hat and helped
Gypsey across the brook. ~ had a
letter from New York, few days
ago." he said, after they had left the
first bend of the river behind.
GA pleasant one.?"
"Well, although in one sense it
brought good news, still l can hardly
call it a pleasant letter.
They walked on and Gypsey
swung her hat pensively, longing
with woman's curiosity, to hear
more about the New York letter.
II am going to leave Russian
Bar" said Houghton, abruptly.
Indeed, how soon?"
"I don't know yet, possibly with
in a week" -
The hat was swayed from side to
side with increased energy.
"Do you care much, Miss Lane2"
This with an earnest look into her
hazel eyes that were kept steadily on
the brown parched grass beneath her
feet. ..-... ...-r. rr... ~
Eyes, of course; we shall all be
very sorry to lose you," returned
Gypsey,
"If | come back in a few months
with something for my future wife,
shall I see this ring on her fnger?"
whispered Houghton, capturing the
little hand that held the hat, and
slipping a ring ON the delicate finger.
Gypsey said nothing, but her eyes
turned for moment on the school
masters earnest face, and in thenext
moment her soft cheek was resting
ON his shoulder.
Russian Bar, to a man, turned out
to wish Philip Houghton God-speed
on the morning he took his seat by
the driver who one year before had
set him down at the Perkins Hotel.
They knew that he was on his way
to New York, and that he had been
left some money, and the gossips
more than suspected that there was
something between Gypsey Lane
and their favorite. At all events her
eyes were red for a week after his
r
Winter had come and the river
was swollen and rapid, and many a
tree from the pine forest had found
its way to the Russian Bars hearth.
One delicious morning, crisp and
cold, after nights rain, the stage
passed by the large white oak, and
splashed with mud, halted before
Perkins Hotel. 1t had been all
night on the way, for the roads were
very heavy.
The worthy proprietor of that ex-
cellent house was in the act Of toss
ing his first cocktail, when a hearty
hand was laid on his shoulder, and
Philip. Houghton shouted:
perkins, old boy, how are you"
The landlord returned the shake
and diving behind the bar had a
cocktail mixed in minute. "And
now," said he, as he pledged the ex-
schoolmaster, "when will the we'd
ding take placer" .4
Six weeks afterwards the old mill
was hung with evergreen. wreaths
and a grand festival was held at Rus
sian Bar. Gypsey Lane was a lovely
bride, and when Houghton took
charge Of the mill and invested all
his New York money in the village
and was. admitted to practice in the
courts, things seemed to take o new
start. Through all, his warmest and
most devoted friend was Sam. Sey-
more, once the terror of Russian Bar
schoolmasters, and now the holder
of that position. f. Morning
call.
A VAIN SECRET. "A writer in the
STIR relates the follow
ing anecdote Of the White House:
During the civil war letter was