The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1874-11-06

shall be the same day, but earlier in the
evening; and the place shall be COM
Portable house. on the Middlesex side of
the River Thames, and on the borders
of Tyburnia. It is early spring, about
an hour after sunset, and o little girl
some seven years of age is being put to
bed. She is evidently an invalid. Her
pretty little face is tt in and pale her
hands are almost trar sparent she tot
ters if she attempts to walk alone. A
lady and maid-servant are present in the
room, and render the necessary as
slstance. The little girl has just had
bath, to judge from plain Indications
and she is now being arrayed in the
most dainty little night dress, and
gently laid in the most dainty little cot,
with the most dainty appliances.
Otherwise the room and indeed the
whole house, presents an unfurnished
appearance all the furniture seems to
be huddled together in out-of-way
places, apd there is notable absence
of carpets from the floors. Wherever
you turn you see basins or other uten-
sils filed with red liquid, as if there
had been general bleeding
throughout the house. Moreover, there
is a pervading smell as of SCOT, from
which the experienced would infer dis
infectants. In the little girls own room
stands table on which are arranged, to
please the eye and smell and taste, wall
flowers, yiolets, primroses, daffodils,
jonquils, grapes and blood-oranges
Cheap photographs and cheap picture
books, which may serve to amuse for
the moment, and may be afterwards d.
strcyed without conjunction on the
all directions. When the little girl has
10 oil hi 10 lad
sits down by the side of the cot, and
prepares to coax the invalid to sleep.
Am / well now, dear mum % asks
the invalid.
''Nearly well, DEAR" replies mamma.
E'We are going to the seaside to-mor-
row, and then you will get quite strong
and well again"
"But if I'm not well, why can't go
on having Candace to sleep with me =
asked the invalid.
''Candace has gone away, darling.
| "Where to, mum ?"
eI don't know, darling. She was
taken away by the man when he took
the other things. p"
"What will he do to her, mum? Cure
her?"
"I hope so, dear"
"Then why can't 1 have her back
when she's cured, dear mum %
Because, though she might not do
you any harm, dear, it's safer, on ac-
count of other Fpeople, tht we should
| get rid of her altogether.
g Poor Candace! I hope she'll soon
get well" murmured the invalid sleep
! ily. "And 1 hope,' she added, that
she'll not make any other little girls as
i'll as have been. %
| Candace, queen of the Ethiopians,
was the name which the little invalid
had given to her plaything, black doll.
| 1t had been included amongst number
of articles which "the man" had car
ried off to be destroyed, or cured" as
! the little invalid would have said. The
/ lady knew nothing of Z" the man, but
that he had been authoritatively recon-
mended as regular practitioner III such
matters. She had paid him well, and
had strongly advised him to destroy
| everything, or, at any rate, to bake,
| smoke, steam, boil, and disinfect every
| thing thoroughly. Unless he faithfully
promised to do at least the latter, she
would see if she could not find some
other means of riddance. And s. the
man had replied: CAN right, ma'a !;
don't you go for to be afraid; I know
| all about it. But somehow his manner
| was a little contemptuous ;. his eye
twink1ed, and his mouth sniggered in n
1
SO he had gone his way and she did
not even know his name, which was
| Potten.
And so the lady and the little invalid
went to the seaside and the latter
grew strong and plump and rosy again.
And Candace and "the man were
clean forgotten.
Meanwhile, Dot had been getting on
famously with "dear Blackie." No
doubt Candace, queen of the Ethiopians,
had fallen. considerably in the socialscale.;
but it is a question whether she had ever
before been treated with so much defer
ence. Dot never did anything without
consulting s'dear Blackie." She OBJ
tanned that sable personage's permission
before she even dared to put into her
mouth single piece of bread and
ter or sip of milk and water. Nay,
the maternal authority itself had to be
backed up by the influence of the. late
Queen Candace. On the third evening
of Dots possession of her treasure
ssNow, Dot, it's time to go to bed
that's good gal" Mrs. Potten said.
"S'all we do to bed, dear B'ackie p
Dot asked and then she cried exult-
antly: "No, mother; dear B'ackie
says we mustn't do to bed yet, but wait
for da.
"You'd better ask dear Blackie again, >
Mrs. Potten replied, for she was kind,
patient, and judicious, but firm mother
There was short pause and ther
Dot said, with a knowing laugh
''Dear B'ackie says we'd better do tc
bed tonight, and sit up for da some
other night. -
ssAh dear Blackie's good sort,
Mrs. Potten admitted, as she proceeded
/ to undress her obedient little Dot.
g And Dot, ere she closed her eyes il
: sleep, kissed her black doll, and said
/ "Dood night, dear B'ackie. bod b'es
'ou."
That same evening Mr.. Potten, who's
i avocations nearly always took hin
q away from home all day, and who, con
9 sequently, seldom had an opportunit
? of observing Dot and her ways, wa
treated by her to little comedy, whicl
4 he, as father, found more laughter
g moving than anything ever performe,
by Liston, Wright or Toole. Det wa
a restless, and woke up while her fathe
$ was taking his pipe and drop of beer.
And Dot insisted upon sharing hi
t pipe and beer with t'dear B'ackie,
t who, she asserted, had always been &C
e customed to tobacco in "B'ackie'