The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-02-19

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breath of air, and where Charley Ev-
erett was busted in cutting out sticks
for carnations.
ooh, Charley-Charley! I am SO
miserable l''
tLizzy, what is the matter ?''
He dropped knife, sticks, and all, in
dismay at her woful countenance and
LiZzy told him to the besto of her ability
what the matter" was.
SIS that all ?'' he asked quietly, when
the recital was concluded.
"Isn't that enough? ?" she rejoined,
piteously. "When we were going to
have such nice drive all by ourselves,
and then come home by moonlight,
and -"
"Don't fret, cara mia; it will be all
right So she won't consent to our
marriage, eh p
''She says most positively that she
will not. +"
''What shall we do, Lizzy? Shall
we elope quietly p
"Oh, Charley, you know I would
never marry without her consent p
'sAnd are two lives to be made misera-
BILE just because she thinks matrimony
a mistake ?'' he asked, gravely.
tfI suppose so, Charley"
Lizzy Dewsford's pretty head dropped
her quivering lip and tear-wet eye
lashes, and said no more.
Mrs. Dewsford was ready, with a
preposterous green umbrella to keep off
the sun, tin case to put ferns in, and
an extra pair of boots, ia the event of
swampy walking, when Mr.. Everett's
little light phaeton drove up to the
door. The springs creaked ominously
as she stepped in ; and Lizzy, meekly
following, was nearly overwhelmed by
her mothers voluminous draperies.
" / had better sit in the middle-it
preserves the equilibrium of the vehicle
BETTER said Mrs. Dewsford, wedging
herself in between Lizzy and MIR.
| Everett with smile of great compla-
| cency.
And she Immediately began discours-
ing on the properties and habits of the
fern, with unpausing volubility, while
Lizzy, perched on the extreme outer
edge of the seat, had all she could do
| to keep in the vehicle, and Mr.. Everett g
| eyes were in extreme danger with the
| points of the green umbrella, which
| veered to and fro like ship in storm,
| as Mrs. Dewsford's tale waxed in in
| terest
Suddenly she checked herself, as iher
eyes caught cluster OF green waving
rock which overhung the road.
s'Charles Charlesl" she cried,
''stop minute! Can't you reach that
| Asplenium Ebenum ?"
els this it, ma'am? ?' said Mr.. Ever
ett, making a dive at tall stalk of
something.
"No, no; not that-the little green
thing with the black stem !''
"This, ma'am?" hazarded Charley,
clutching at a fat-leaved cluster of
weedy growth.
"Oh, dear, dear Charles; how stupid
you are 20 sighed Mrs. Dewsford. IN
jump out and get it mysefr'
Mamma I" demonstrated Lizzy.
"Oh, I'll help her" nodded Charley,
springing nimbly on the cliff, and pull
ing Mrs. Dewsford by main force up
the steep side Of the rock. Here you
are, ma'am !"
"Yes," painted Mrs. Dewsford
t' but-but it was very steep. / really
think women should devote more atten-
Sion to gymnastics. Oh, here's the
Asplenium-very choice specimens, too.
Charles, where are you going2"
For Mr.. Everett had sprung back
into the phaeton.
You are collecting your botanical treas
ures."
eyes, but, Charles"
Mrs. Dewsford's words of remon.
STRANGE were drowned in the rattle oi
the wheels, as Mr.. Everett drove briskly
away, with Lizzy Nesting up to his
side. One long, lingering glance she
gaze after the departing pair, and ther
returned to her tin case and umbrella
"They'n be back presently" she
said.''
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from the cliff, and the red orb of day
sank maiestically down behind the
evergreen glens that bounded the west.
ern horizon, and Mrs. Dewsford grew
tired, and cross, and rheumatic, an6
still, like the character of romance
"theY came not.
Something has happened 7" cried
the prophetic soul of Mrs. Dewsford
1T can't be possible that shall have
to stay here all night -
She looked nervously round. 1t wat
tall, steep cliff whereon she stood
cut off from the woods beyond by the
rush and roar of q wide and by nc
means shallow stream on one side
while on the other three it was almost
perpendicular, rising some twenty feet
up from the road. Mrs. Dewsford be
gan to feel, as she surveyed it. very
much like st. Simon StyGtes on his
column in the wilderness.
i eff they shouldn't come II SHE
thought.
But at the same instant welcom,
rumbling of wheels broke the hushei
stiffness of the seldom travelled noun
tain road, and Mrs. Dewsford's strained
eyes caught sight of Mr.. Everett
spirited gray. dashing round the curv'
esTa7I iss she cr;nd ser pavo~ vro