The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-03-19

through which air aud water cannot
pass. But it would not Be pleasant for
you to have liquids penetrating vouT
kitchen utensils as the water sometimes
does the saucers to Anniess dower-pots. .
Little Gertie.
Gertie Mayhem wound her golden c,,rls
In massive coil around ber sianelv IL
tie head, fastened the dainty rr,f3a Of
her throat with rose coral pin. hun0
| the drops In her delicate ears, and thrp3
herself into sleepy-hollow chair to
think.
So absorbed was she in her med;+a-
tons that the dinner-ben sounded tVz;ca
ere she needed it, and when at last she
rose wearily from her seat. the bIue eves
were brimming with tears, and the rosy
mouth was quivering.
Twelve years before, when John
Rocheford stood by the bedside of his
| only sister, and received from her dvino,
| lips the charge to be kind to her iittIe
| girl for her sake, if for nothing else
tears stood in the strong mans eyes. and
his lips trembled as he promised to be a
father to the little Gerie, who looked on
with wide-open blue eyes, too young to
understand what it meant, and only
wondering why mamma didn't get
we'll"
So Uncle John took her away from the
pretty village where she had always lived
to his own grand home In London. and
stately Aunt Irene kissed her and bade
her welcome.
Perhaps they meant to be kind to her
but Mr.. Roeheford was wholly absorbed
IN his business, and his wife was a fash
lonable woman of the world, indulging
her own children, Irene and Belle. in
every whim.
And SO Gertie was stranger and un-
loved, with the sole exception of Llovd
Preston, her uncle's ward, who, from the
time he first saw the beautiful child. con-
stituted himself her protector.
But, two years later, he was sent to
one of the far-famed German universities.
And during the long ten years of his alb
sence Gertie was lonely indeed
Now, after this long absence, he was
home again and it was no wonder that
our little Gertie trembled as she descend
ed the stately staircase, and entered the
brilliantly Lighted dining-room, where
the family had already assembled.
It is a week later-C Christmas Eve,
and Lloyd Preston entered the brilliantly
lighted drawing room.
Where is Gertie 2'' he asked.
"Gertie7' said Belle. 'Moping, 1
suppose. She always is"
"Win you please bring me a book
you'll find on the library table, Loydl"
asked Irene.
And SO entering the dimly-lighted
library, he found a very disconsolate lit
tie girl sitting In the coraer.
''Gertie I" he exclaimed, s'why aren't
you with the girls2
A half-suppressed sob was her only
answer.
Little one, come to me only give
me your love, and tomorrow will be
blessed Christmas.
All! there was no installing the look
IN the brown eyes then, and in the dim
Light little white hand was slipped into
his, and they only knew that they were
very happy.
Irene opened the door.
Sc Can't yop find"
And then she paused, for she read
their secret in the happy faces before
her.
"Look, girls, here is pretty tab
leau!''
Yes" said Lloyd, proudly drawing
Ger6e's hand within his arm, Miss
Mayhem has promised to be my wife. "
wen-HEannered ChIIdren.
Thank you, Charley said Mrs.
q
paper he was requested to bring.
s' Thank you, Bridget" said the little
fellow, few hours after, as he received
o glass of water from his nurse.
We'll, Mrs. Brown, you have the best
hammered children ever saw 7" said
neighbor. 81 should be thankful If mine
were as polite to me as yours are to the
servants. You never spend half as much
time on your children's clothes as do,
and yet every one notices them, they are
80 well-behaved.
eve always try to treat our children
politely" was the quiet reply.
This was the whole secret. When
hear parents grumbing about the ILL
manners of their children, I always wish
to ask, " Have you always treated them
with politeness2" Z" I once knew 8 man,
considered quite gentleman in society,
who would speak to his children IN
manner that well-instructed dog would
resent. He would order them with
growl to bring his slippers, or perform
some other little service and yet he COM
planned of the rudeness and disobedience
of his children.
A Boys Composition ON Sticks.
There are great many sticks In the
world, some big and some little. Some
are sticky, and some are not. There are
large sticks of wood, and that is one kind
of sticks and there are little bits of
sticks, and that is another kind of sticks
some people when they handle money it
sticks to their pockets, 80 that is another
kind of stick Sometimes when boy is
doing an example he gets stuck, SO that
Is another kind of stick. Sometimes when
a horse is going along In muddy weather
he gets stuck. That is all / can think of
now, SO that is another stick.