The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1876-12-15

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81 wish you would be serious, Miss {
Jcnes," he pursued. 81 assure you 4
this seems to be a matter Of 500 much !
Importance to admit of tr1fiing. could
not believe that yoas would stoop to I
such devices and deceits! Don't you
see how you wound, how VOW disappoint .
me? How hard it goes with one who
has formed an ideal, and" he paused
in his eloquenee; Miss Jones was re-
garding him with an air OF surprise; he
blashed and stumbled in his speech -
ssand-and-I don't know what / was
about to say however, hope you are
sorry, Miss Georgie!'
81 am dreadfully sorry to lose my
tea; we were going to have hot mullins.
Aren't you hungry, Mr.. Reed ?''
sYou don't mean to say that you are
not sorry ?'' he flashed. ssIt can not be
possible that you have SO little regard
for truth, yo,t in whom have believed,
with whom | would have trusted every
thing and any thing, yo,s whom | love
-" He paused again confounded by
his own words, which seemed to have
slipped from his lips unbidcen,
1NeS' NN "" NeP Wy "tet
school to listen to a proposal % she
asked, rising quite angrily. sit is
something quite unusual"
81 did Lot intend it, believe me, Miss
Jones' Pardon me; but cut of the full |
ness of the heart the mouth speaketh-
I must have been thinking aloud. If
you have found out my secret, I dare
say you are none the happier for it."
81 suppose may be dismissed if you
have nothing more to say ?" There
were tears OF anger or of something
standing i'll her eyes.
"You may be dismissed. have said
too mnch you have been terribly non,
committal." He held out his hand, but
she did not choose to see it, or the dusk
prevented. The stars were coming out
in the evening sky, scents of wnd rose
and sweet-fern were blowing in through
the open windows, and bell was toll
ing softly in some remote church tower,
"Shall l walk home with you, Miss
Jones?" he asked, as he locked the
schoolhouse door; ssyou have quite
walk over lonely road"
ssYou might have thought OF that
earlier. ! am not afraid, thank you.
know every rock between here and the
tarm," she answered. as he held the
gate open tor her to pass. Mr. Reeds
emotions were not of an enviable nature
as he walked home alone tlat evening !;
he had proposed To that little witch,
whom he found it impossible to Late.
aud she had rebuked him. A pretty
affair between teacher and pupil, verify!
How pleasant it would he to open school
next day, with each young lady ready
to touch his wound with the sealpel of
Ibis ridicule, and Miss George more an
dacious than ever! But Miss George
did not present herself, and the mischief
OF the others seemed to proceed lamely
without her. Mr.. Reed thanked Heav-
Ell that it was a halt-holiday, and in
stead of going home to dinner like q
sensible man-though what lover is
sensible, for the matter of that Pie
struck out for the woods and the river,
long tramp in the burning sun, and
being exhausted on his walk homeward
he threw himself down in the shade OF
some wild blossoming shrubs and fell
, asleep. lie was awakened by the
sound of voices. Were the leaves talk.
r ing? Was the wind syl;abling familiar
! words?
s'Georgie had headache this morn
, ing when called for her; lectures dom
agree with her digestion" All at once
;. he sat upright. 1t was Miss Kew who
0 was speaking. and he could see her and
half dozen others through the ppening
among the boughs, weaving oak leave
/ and gossiping idly.
e 'tl'oor Mr.. Reed looked like ghos
al:
$ | guess he found that George Belongs
to stiff.necked generation"
EtI wonder what they talked about
:, Do you suppose she promised better be
!. havior ?'
. "AIaybe she promised tor better 0
! worse
= = "Pshawn' put in Miss Kew: &C
> asked her if he said anything tender
q and she said, Tender! is a bear ter
e der?
= "He hugsw
eve told her that he was dead i
!, love many's the time," continued Mis-
- - Kew, sand meant to marry her som
= day, with all her imperfections on I've
head"
= ST dare say she wouldn't say sno.'
y eeIndeed, you needn't dare say an
- thing of the sort, George Jones
:, :, above marrying poor pedagogue.
~ sShe's poor herself. Her uncle's onl
le s farmer, and she's got to teach"
- y. "But beauty like George doesn'
y - need to Jump out of the frying-pan int
d the fire. What sort of . match woui'
= Mr.. Reed be ?''
% GA lncifer, guess"
'n Surely listeners never hear any goo
al of themselves, thought Dir. Reed, as b
picked up his hat and strolled quietl
}" away, screened by she friendly leave
Y He felt as miserable as a man of twenty
y nine is capable of feeling who has bee
r. guilty of nothing but az error of judl
iy ment. His term would end in a for
er night, however, aud then he woul
he throw up his situation and leave Wilt
IL, acre forever. He walked on aud on
m an unnatural mood, taking any rout
It, that invited, tresspasslng over cor
tn fields, climbing stone walls, crossing laz
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