The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-07-21

i! seemed to be made for each other, were
at last brought together, and lived hap
py ever afterwards So the green grass
| waved, The mountain blast blasted. the
zephyr sighed through the sage-brush,
the lambs whisked their tails, and Cam
eron softly whispers i'll the ear of Mrs.
Crout.-Lar0naie Sun.
How Jones Secured ahe Repect of Mrs.
Mrs. Jones was standing in her back
yard feeding the chickens, when Stone
| wall Jackson came running in. crying
as though his heart would break, and
tod her that Bill Brown had slapped
hlm for nothing. Mrs. Jones never
said word, bat she grit her teeth hard
and went into the house to cut cabbage,
and c. opped it So fihe, thinking it was
Bill Browns head, that you might
| have siftet it through a cob-web.
While Jones sat eating his dinner that
evening, Mrs. Jones told OF the outrage
| that had been committed, and asked
him what he was going to do about 1t.
.Jol es poHdered. Bill Brown was fully
2 years old, a shining light in the Fire
| Department, pitcher i'll a baseball club,
and had the genera! reputation among
experts of being "a good man." After
considering these things carefully, Jones
| caine TO the conclusion that the best
| course TO pursue vas ftto treat Brown
with silent contempt" and SO he told
his wife, adding, by way OF parenthesls,
"My dear, slch cattle are beneath our
notice"
Gall right, Mr. jones'" said Mrs
Jones, sit your not man enough to pro-
tect your family, thank God! I've got
a bFother,' and she swept from the
room with a look that Jones knew only
too we'll. He had seen that same look
on lis wifp's face once before, when he
brought tiieud home to dinner on
washing day, and lie knew it meant
war here was uo help for it; it flash
ed upon Jones with the swittness OF
Lightning; there would be 10 peace in
the Jones tami until the insult OF the
morning Lad been wiped out with
blood.
/ lat night the boys were all sitting
in l3eighboring beer saloon, and the
genial proprietor was telling the-l what
he won d do if lie got the nomination
tor Alderman. Tie gentleman, whom
we will call Mike, because that was net
his hatne, was an ex-prize fighter, could
barely wyite his name, and wss in many
other respects especial Y qualified for an
Alderman. He kept good beer, and
Offered it with that lavish liberality aud
rcck les>ie$s of expenditure for which
Nicksburg csl j dates are famous.
Jones came in, took his pro rata of beer
and sat dow:I to mediate upon the
Isrown affair. At last harpy idea
seemed to strike him; he called for an
other ''shuo-tiy," ard pnboed his hands
and slappces his knees in glcefi.l antiel~
patton
| At lest he sand to Mike, Will, careless
mir, ''Mlke, is Bill Brown one of your
suPpor.ers:''
" on can in.t bet pour rnulkey-
muck OH that" says Nike; there's q
boy do stand solid with
That's strange said Jones.
Whats stranger said Mike with
that uneasy, suspicious air SO common
20 candidates.
sOlg pothing,'' said Jones mysteri-
ously; 81 don't think | ought to tell"
s'Jones," said Mike, sole,nnly, ''if
you're friend of All, e you'll tell''
.sheH, | will" said Jones, Esbut you
must keep it confidential
".An right. 50 aheasi,' said Mike
anxiunSly
s.N ell, ? ala 1ot5e-o 81 just came
from the cdes sal bal-raurn. aid
heard fr~wu ssy Fiat you dtd'tt know
your head from a shot gan;- that he
caught you one day rea,Ii g neSspa-
per upside down; that he'd sooner Yote
for the lowest down rigger III the ware
tlan te for you, aud that if You were
elected, city scrip would 90 down to 5
cehts on the dollar, aud taxes go up so
high you couldn't reach them with a
ha loon''
Mike put on his Lat and coat. and
Emalc bee line for tile Centennial bar
room.
Jones went home aud sat down on
the froilt gallery, smoking his cigar
with tiat peace of mind which only npe
can know whose bcsoin is dlstencled
with the proud consciousness. of having
done good aetion.
About halt an hour afterwards he
said to, his wifa, who was sitting inside
.sMrs. Jones, / don't think Bill
Brown will hit our boy any more"
"Why -
tsCome and see..'
hFS'-JolieS etePPe !" TIE wiiiuo", !,
aud looked ont. They were bringing
Brown home on a shutter, with both
of his eyes I.spnged up aud his nose drip
ping blood at every pore.
Mrs Jones turned to her husband,
and said:
ssDarlipg, can Jon forgive met
Jones drew himself up haaghtily.
and replied with wIthering sarcasm !;
ssMrs. Jones, don't think am able
to protect this family you'd better seud
for your brother
Mrs. Jones was crushed. - Tlck.s5eyg
Herald.
The Poorman ledge on the 7th level
north is beginning to show up splendid
Is. It abounds in high grade ore and
Lnc I'll 4hc AMMAN 20 Loo II a r,orfan4 de-