The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-03-12

what had been in our hearts toward
him, and in his toward us, made us
pause.
awe ought to co. said, then, glnnc-
ing at the crowd that had gathered.
I spare the reader the sight we saw.
1t was evidently all over with Vassar.
ssDo you know him?" asked by
stander of me. and when said g Yes,
gave me letter. lss This dropped out OF
give it to his friends. y
took it, and mechanically put it into
my pocket Then we left the group
that were only too ofdcious to help the
senseless wretch, and went on our way.
Agnes had been crying, we knew,
when we saw her but she received us
with sweet dignity that was more at
tractive than her former vivacious
manner.
eve have seen Vassar out here" I
began, hardly knowing how to tell her
what had happened.
Instantly her face flushed scarlet, and
she lifted her head with an angry gesture
/ had never seen in her before.
stDon't mention him to me, Mr..
Arnold !" she exclaimed. He has been
here, acting more like an insane person
than one In his right mind. He is insult
ing. told him never to address me
again"
ST don't think he ever will address you
again, % I said, seriously.
She seemed startled.
"What have you done?" she asked,
quickly, turning to Jameson.
He told her all. She sat down, looking
very .'Is1 pale. cod ,o.o;v. h;,, >. .,.. cola
family. He has wronged me bitterly,
md fHof Il
L left Jameson to console her, as he
seemed willing to, and went out to walk
up and down the little garden AS /
walked, thinking pitifully of the poor
wretch, who, if he still lived, would
probably go soon to his account, recol-
lected the letter that had been handed to
me, and took it from my pocket. To my
surprise, it was directed to the widow.
l Immediately went into the house,
and, finding Mrs. Marion in her kitchen,
gave her the letter, and told her what had
happened. She sank into chair, al
most fainting.
being run over, I was Wishing him i'll ~
she exclaimed. ''He has just been here,
and ordered him never to come again.
But what can it be for me 90
She drew q sheet of paper from the
unsealed envelope, stared at it, glanced at
the end, and read it through, her face
growing sterner every moment. Then,
when she had read it, without a word,
she handed it me. A glance was enough.
I had seen those infamous anonymous
letters, on the testimony of which Agnes
CahilPs reputation had been blighted,
and this was ane of the same sort, and
worse than any of the others. The OBJ
lect was to make the widow turn Agnes
off
L tried not to curse Vassar as read
this undeniable proof of his infamy. But
I recollected what I had just seen, and
tossed the letter away without uttering a
word.
sc believe in hiding the faults of the
dead, unless the honor of the living re-
CURES that they should be exposed, y
Mrs. Marion said, sternly. &c It is nee
essary that Agnes should be righted."
agreed with her.
But we must tell Agnes and Mr..
jameson" she said, going toward the
door of the sitting room where they
were.
When she opened the door, it became
evident that we might just as well have
put off our communication little longer
They were evidently pair of lovers
we walked in upon. But it was too late
to retreat, and, besides, we were all too
shocked for any trifiing. Agnes sat with
her hand in Jameson's, and she did not
withdraw it when we entered. But she
smiled family, and looked at us with her
sweet, fearful eyes.
We laid the case before them. Jane
son agreed with the widow and myself;
but Agnes objected.
That is, unless you insist, !" she said,
tlmidly to Jameson. For myself,
would willingly let him rest. You be-
Geve in mel" looking at him with a glance
of grateful love.
As it happened, there was no need we
should expose the slanderer, for he had
already been found out. One who had
suspected, had watched him, and seen
him write the very letter that was picked
up when he fell under the omnibus
There was a splendid funeral over the
wretch; and, month afterward, Agnes
Cahill and Frank jameson were married;
and this day there isn't lady more
highly respected than Mrs. Agnes jane
son.
It's good thing to frighten evil
speakers occasionally; and not one of
them but would expect swift Judgment
If he or she should utter a light word
about the woman whom Albert Vassar
died for prosecuting.