The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-10-22

and painting. preferred my request.
theft a runaway la nay house y
cried my mother.
"a Iazy good for nothing, who would
rather lay in the sunshine than work any
ttmes = echoed Deacon Cornell.
.sGo and warn her on the premises Inn
mediately, - said my mother.
81 dunno but I'd ought to 90 for tht
constable, = dubiously remarked the dea.
con, feeling his stubby beard.
l shrunk away disheartened. Stella's
prophesy had been correct. But I was de
termined not to desert my playmate thus
Creeping up TO my room, took solitary
dollar. bill, treasured toward a new blue
sash for spring muslin, and wrote slOri
note to Hurbert Leslie, the young artist
who had boarded with us the summer pre-:
yious. as&ing him TO befflend the friendless,
my sake, and then hurrying once more tc
the barn, crept to Stella side.
s'Stella,' said /, ssyou must go away
from here
s.I thought so, y responded Stella, calmly.
ssBnt here's a dollar,a all the money have
walk fast and reach the depot iii time TO
catch the midnight express. And here is a
note to gentleman who may, perhaps,
help you to find something TO do.n
Stella threw her arms about my neck, and
could feel her tears wet and warm upon
kr s5
ssEfe Heart, y sobbed she, s.if all the
world was like you, perhaps shouldn't be
as bad as am. Yet I'll do NV best.
Give me. the money and let me go.
watched her dark form plodding away
over the snow until the black speCk van
ished under the wall of trees that lined
the road, and then I came back into the
house where my mother and the deacon
were discussing the cider and annles
Has she gone?1 asked the former.
Yes, she has gone, :, answered
am glad of thai, = said my mother.
I've no faith In that Stella Severn. she
might have had good home with Mrs.
Lockwood, If only she had behaved her
SELF,
And it was not until sometime afterwar,l
that ventured to tell nv mother what
had done.
You are fool, ',said she, with acerbitv.
your dollar is as clean thrown away as liz
You had pitched 1t down the well !; and I'm
snre don't know what Mr.. Leslie viii
think OF your interference -
hung my head and made no answer.
But when the summer hung her coronal of
roses over our farmhouse
door, and Hubert Leslie came back with
his easel and stretching umbrella that T
ventured to ask him of Stella.
ssOh, - said he, ssthat black eyed Girl
with a Spanish face? Yes, remember
now. got her place as child's nurse
y tS@1 MY SOASiias nAEos 1AvSlyHS DuG S0c \
ran away within the month.
N ever mind, Efie, said Mr.. Leslie,
kindly, "a good action Is never thrown
away. Stella Severn's gypsy blood could
n bear constraint; bat t don't think she'll
forget you, for all that,
That was just before Hubert Leslie ask
ed me TO be his wife. We were married
the next spring, and went to New York
70 lTe.
we mad little bit of a room, opening
ouG OF Hulbert's studio, where we kept
mouse ike pair of turtle doves in a nest.
Al5nongh ;aal, Hubert was such genius, and
~ M pselhCeu SO many Deauttfui pictures, he
wy WI young, 3nd comparatively unknown,
atau Eel we Ionnd II hard to live, particularly
ALeer tne twins had opened their blue eyes
on the wlntry sunshine Of glorious Feb
suaTy laiy gay: nad done little fancy needle
work for the store heretofore but now my |
hands were tied, and it was hard to see the |
,nadoWs creep over Hulbert's brow. and |
snow tnag nad no power to lift them. |
80 the years went by. More little ones |
i;ils0efed I around our scanty board, and al |
nouSh Hubert worked hard and coDscien- |
lousy there were other artists who pan
.ereu .s Io tne PnDllc taste, and received
AlVrS 9sTyl1I oTueEs: we were very poor.
huinefC' sald l, one day, when the
Gao OF poverty had been almost more
ri ~.